Yet they didn’t take the initiative to move over taking the initial contact. The curse of being young: the self-confidence clearly had no correspond...nce to the appearance, youth and sexy looks. It seems this is often the case in young, trendy gay bars. Surely a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. We drank quite a lot. The few older guys who were present were more direct, almost staring you down with eyes emitting lust for some fun just for the night. I and my. Fiona and I had a plan to help kick things off so it was not awkward for him. Once out of the taxi I pretended that we needed a couple of things from the newsagents just 5 minutes up the road and that I would be back soon. So I idly walked up to the shop, bought a couple of things we didn't need and slowly walked back home.Once through the door, they were not downstairs. No sign of them at all so I headed upstairs to our bedroom.Carl was laying sideways across the bed with his legs hanging off. I unbutton the white blouse I was wearing exposing my plain white bra cupping my beautiful breasts. As I unhook my bra and toss it on the bed, the cool air in the bedroom shocks my nipples to attention. I slide the thong to my knees where it falls to the floor.I check the water flowing out of the shower... still not hot. I look at myself in the mirror. "Not Bad" I think to myself. My shoulder length brown hair lightly touches my shoulders. As my eyes move down my body, I admire my gorgeous. ” He snickered. “Your wife, bitch you must be crazy. What in god’s name made you think you could hold down a woman. For starters you don’t have a dick, what you have is an enlarged clit. That bitch must be the most oblivious slut in the world to think you were a real man. Maybe I’ll bring up here and stretch all your holes open.”“No, no Sweet Dix, please don’t hurt her.”‘Listen to you. So, you a little pussy and totally forgot you already had one.” He growled then slapped his forehead. Dixon.