We were just looking through some magazines to get some ideas of what outfit would be appropriate for her tonight.’ I glanced through the mound of ...agazines that were open to various pictures. Some were of leather skirts and boots with chains, others were of frilly yet daring skirts and blouses, along with lingerie catalogues from numerous companies. Anna demanded only the best of quality from some of the world’s classiest designers. I leafed through a few books, finally picking up a magazine. 30 they were in a taxi on the way home to ours. Just what I needed, a drunken MIL getting in the way.So basically for as long as we have been together our sex life has been great, no complaints. But as soon as my wife gets out for the evening, no natter how many drinks she has or doesn’t have she turns into the biggest slut you’ve ever seen. She has no limits as long as you don’t mention it to her ever again as she gets embarrassed. I had been looking forward to her coming home all evening,. I became consternated when I looked up and saw my good friends in the announcer booth. The announcer started off telling about the next bull coming out. His name was “Ball Twister” and had a success rate of throwing off 90% of the riders before the time was up and had a mean and tricky disposition who had injured many riders. I was sure everyone in the stands could see my face become beet red as the announcer continued with“The cowboy riding him tonight is a former top ranked collegiate rodeo. After we got done gawking at each other, we relaxed and had a good time. We swam, and I looked up to see Vickie floating by me, her massive mammary glands rising out of the water like small islands. I told her I admired her personal floatation devices. She giggled and said if you pulled on the buttons, they got even bigger, pointing to her already-hard nipples.“Good to know in an emergency, Vic. I may test that theory tomorrow night.”“I hope you do. Just remember they need a firm pull to.