Emma certainly could. Her bum was amazing. The guy hung around for a further few minutes acting very charming. He seemed to be able to press all my wi...e’s buttons. He then staggered back to his friends, not before telling me I am a lucky man. We did our shots. Emma pulled me close. “I am so naughty, I could not stop starring at that guy’s bulge. He looked very well equipped.” I was speechless. Was she joking? We are married! I thought I would dig deeper and play along. “Oh yeah? Did you. She was hopeful that it would never come up but sheneeded to think about what to tell him if it ever did.When she was finally ready for her day with Peter, Ken was wearing hertan skort and blue top with flip-flops. She had put on her toe ring(hoping Peter would notice), matching ankle bracelet, silver crossearrings, and a dainty necklace with a cross that matched the style ofher earrings.She had spent a few minutes brushing her hair and getting on hermakeup. She kept the makeup simple. She had. I felt his hand on my leg again and now he slid it up, up, up under my skirt and over my tummy. I let him rub me over my pubic bone and then over my lips. I was breathing so hard it was starting to be more like moans. I didn't stop him when his hand slid through the leg opening and it felt so very very nice when his bare hand was carressing my pussy. I was wet and aroused and the aroma of my sex enveloped us. It didn't seem important when he slid my panties off altogether and soon two fingers. I dated a number of women and mistreated all of them. I felt disdain for the ones that liked it and nothing for the women who didn't. I wanted the sex but none of the attachment. Soon dating was just too much of a bother. I started hanging out at bars, usually with Danny but sometimes I'd pick up one night stands. That too wore thin so I often pushed away from the bar after a couple of beers, said goodnight to Danny and headed home alone. One night while still on our first beer Danny said from.