"They're just cold?" she suggested, hoping I would believe."You look hot to me," I quipped as my eyes scanned up and down her body. "Let's see how co...d they are!"I reached out and hooked my fingers in the front of her top. I was planning to pull her body toward mine so I could turn my hand inside her shirt to cup her breast. I believe I was as shocked as she was when the fabric gave way and her top tore open. Her yelp of protest cut short as my hand turned and my palm rasped across her. The logic side of my brain is telling me, why are you having a reaction to seeing such intimacy, after all, Laura did call earlier and you were responding to her call. Why would the act of seeing you do so, upset me so? But it did upset me and I began to feel empty side, very empty. What am I doing? Why am I doing this to myself pretending that the sex is going to make me feel better? I will never have what you have with your wife. The intimacy I long for. I know that what you lack in your. And said to myself. If a slut is what he wants, a slut is exactly what he is going to get. I knew right then my sex life was going to change. I am going to start with the basturds dog, then his friends. But, first the dog!Tom was in his chair watching tv, the hound was still by the fireplace. I walked past Tom, I went straight for the dog. I sat down beside the hound, my legs spread wide. My tight little pussy was glistening in the light of the fire. Tom turned towards me, his mouth wide open,. I had chatted, smiled and flirted with the Partners, laughed at their bad jokes, let them buy me drinks to flatter their male egos… Perhaps a few too many drinks if I was honest.I had gossiped with their wives and girlfriends too, buying them drinks in return and joining them in some of the most outrageously sweet and alcoholically strong concoctions I had ever tasted while the gossip grew more and more scandalous.I had even talked to that loathsome individual, Phil Gibson, the firm’s smug,.