He and my wife talked and drank for an hour. He offered to take her to another bar. Wifey leveled with him, saying she was on a mission. She excitedly...exclaimed "let's go fuck". She texted me saying she found someone. I was rock hard, but I refused to jerk off.We ended up texting very little. I would later find out she was too busy. She texted saying they were done, but she would not end up getting dropped off for another two hours. She told me later that he rather unexpectedly grabbed her as. With the dress on Polly finished the outfit off with a gold necklace and earrings and a pair of low-heeled white patent leather pumps.Polly came down stairs with half an hour to spare, holding a patient white leather clutch bag, "I still don't feel right dressing like this! I hate the way women's clothing makes me feel." she complained, tugging at the bottom of her dress."Oh, and how is that?" Emily asked."Vulnerable, exposed and very embarrassed." Polly stated, "I wish I could dress like I. I obeyed her command immediately. "Hmmm, now that looks interesting," she said, her eyes glistening while she licked her lips. Then she grabbed my skivvies and yanked them over my hips. Samantha's eyebrows rose. "Danielle won't be able to keep her hands off you," she gasped as my freed erection bobbed in front of her face."What I'm about to propose, James, is a wager," Samantha said, wrapping long delicate fingers around my shaft. "If you shoot your load before the kettle boils, then you will. ’ I needed no further persuasion and slid in beside him. I was now able to study him more closely, but discreetly. I guessed him to be in his early twenties and he wore a body-hugging teeshirt which highlighted well-developed pecs and strong arms. The lower half of his body was adorned in a pair of pale blue tight jeans. His hair was well-groomed, blond and of medium length. When he did his first gear change I noticed a ring on his wedding finger. Lucky bitch! I thought of his wife. My driver.