I would haveyelled, but I was more terrified of causing a scene andattracting attention than I was of him. Almost. Janice quickly leaned in an... whispered in my ear: "You'dbetter dance with him." I stared at her, horrified. "Just once...he'll get drunk wander off." I opened my mouth to say something,but found myself speechless as Biff tugged on my arm. "Justremember what you practised," she hissed. I just looked at herblankly as Biff led me onto the dance floor. What I'd practised. . What he doesn't know is that over the last year I've been posting some of those photo's on a website that allows others to comment on them. Reading the comments that guys leave and knowing that those same guys get off to my photo's is a real turn on for me. So to say I'm a sexually charged, attention loving, horny little wife would be a huge understatement.Don't get me wrong though, I am totally faithful and committed to my husband and I have never cheated on him. I just enjoy showing my body. 'You wanna tell me something though? I mean, here we are, and one of my oldest friends is in the next room, in real bad shape. You're not dumb: you gotta know I ain't gonna be able to pay you much attention for a while.' See how she reacted to that. By surprising me, that's how. I swear I'll never understand women.'It's not the quantity, it's the quality, ' she murmured, nuzzling my neck gently, 'and I don't know much, but I know quality when I see it.' She paused, and I wondered what was. The skin across the pulsing vein in her neck remembered the humid brush of his pineapple breath. Her mound began to throb lightly with the warm rush of blood into the puffed flesh beneath her fingers, searching into her own pleasure through the soft texture of her panties. “I want to tell you more,” he’d whispered next in the corner of the crowded elevator. She remembered nodding, letting him know she was listening to whatever he had to say. As she ground her spherical ass against the.