The movie started. My aunt became talkative and was keeping on asking me whether he really does this, she does that etc. And her enthusiasm grew with ...ach scene and moans. The movie got over. I asked her how it was and she said it was too good to watch.That night, I could sense that my aunt was turning this side and that side on the bed [that my wife does when she becomes erotic]. I pretended that I am in deep sleep but turned towards her. A small light from the street helped me watch her. I was told that her first concert would be in a club in New York City. This seemed appropriate since she was originally from this area and this is where her fan base was centered. I was also told that Cheryl wanted me to be there as her guest of honor. Two tickets and accompanying back stage passes arrived in the mail shortly afterwards. It was a bit much for me to take in really. I had always wanted to achieve some level of accomplishment in the music field and this was fine with me. Even. If you follow me miss, the lady continued, Ill show you the back way out, her voice barely hiding her disdain. Erica looked at the lady, and cocked her head to the side, and smiled mischievously saying, One second honey, I have to get my purse. Opening the door wide so that the lady could get a full view, Erica sauntered back into the room, her luscious hips swaying from side to side, and her flaxen hair seductively brushing her ample tush. Erica grabbed hold of her purse, and bent over to. Now they'll be texting you so you can be in charge of who it is, how, details, etcetera. Just remember that if you do decide to actually try it, I wanna watch." OK." With that she turned around and walked out of the office. Holy fuck was this actually really happening? Two days later, my wife walked up to me and said, "Soooo, I've been getting a shit ton of texts. And made some plans, but want to go over then with you." OK...?" I've been talking to a lot of guys, and found one I want to try..