It was a lot shorter and probably a lot safer than the paved road. There were some horses running free in a field and they were curious about two huma...s walking in their territory. It looked like they had no concerns with the little stream running though their field and the huge supply of hay stacked along the fence and the lush grass growing wild with the excess of rain in recent weeks.They moved low along the fence line and went down an incline into the low ground used as drainage runoff for. Once in the parking lot, my sexy wife told me she would go first…I gave her a couple of minutes and then I went into the bar. The place was dark and smoke filled. I spotted my sensual babe was already perched up on a bar stool. I sat down close to her; with a couple men between us.Very soon, a tall black guy approached Anita and began a conversation. My wife turned to face him and spread her thighs a bit. I was sure the black guy could see her bare pussy lips under her very short tight Spandex. They were full and firm and seemed todefy gravity.I threw the medallion off onto the dresser and immediately started tocaress my new breasts. In a moment the nipples were hard and I wasfeeling hot and horny again. The boobs were larger and heavier and I thought they'd be more thrillingto play with. To my surprise they weren't. The sensation of touchingthem seemed less intense than before. My funbags were bigger, but lessfun. They just hung there, inert, like big globs of flesh. The moment. Pretending to paint was pointless when all I wanted was for some forty-something married stranger to fuck my brains out. What on earth was wrong with me? I mean, I'm not a bold person. I don’t make the first move. Hell, I rarely make the second move. And yet, I led him to the closet and basically threw myself at him. I washed the too-bright red paint from my brush and my fingers before packing up and leaving.On the walk home, I tried to reason it out....okay, when did I first see him?He was.