They returned home as pissed as newts, in fact my wife was so bad the cab driver had to carry her in. Her friend Doreen managed to stagger to the door...and open it. She staggered to an armchair and slumped into it. The cab driver came next with my wife in his arms obviously not expecting me to be there as I noticed he had his hand on her tit as he carried her. As soon as he saw me he took it off and asked where he should put her. I pointed to the settee. He laid her down and got a good view of. I would show them all, who is the best. But I could hear the words of my father ringing in my ears. He would preach patience and never give up the element of surprise. He would say that surprise is something that you just might need down the road. To give away that edge just might turn the tide against you.We had a good time at this meeting festival. I would spell War Eagle and give him a chance to meet other people. As with our custom, women were married off to different tribes. We lost some. One of the other guys let it slip that they wanting to go to the strip club across the road which I thought would be the perfect opportunity to get her alone. To my surprise Susan said that she would love to tag along, as her husband goes to them all the time and it would be fun. So we left shortly after and within minutes were in the club seated at a table, watching some real babes strip down on stage to the delight of the raucous crowd that were there.We had a few more rounds and were all. The moon shining in through the crumbled window behind her, washing her skin in a silver light. Her hands frame his face as the kiss continues. His hands pulling her tight against him. Her soft body fitting so perfect against his hard body. As he breaks the kiss she slides her arms around him, kissing his neck as he had kissed hers. He gently leads her to the blanket, where he helps her sit. He moves down beside her placing his hand on her leg as she leans over and kisses him again. Her lips.