I felt myself bounce on my toes a little bit, as if in indecision. I hoped Sarah wasn’t thinking what I thought she was thinking.“Um um um…” t...e ditsy girl said. “I’m just going to… well… it’s just… I just want to see, just quickly.”Oh no.My betraying hands reached down and began lifting up my shirt, moving quickly, sloppily. Sarah pulled the shirt over my head, getting it caught on my boobs on the way. “Oops, sorry!”I felt myself look down, at my breasts held tight by my bra. “Oh my god, ”. She said, "I figured that, if I have a smoking hot body, you won't be hard to seduce."I said, "For you, I am and will be never hard to seduce but you are even hotter than when we married. You are attracting looks from other happily married men as well as a few women!"She said, "I remember kissing you one day on the porch to give you something to think about. I don't want you to take that long any more. I want you and want you hot to trot with your wife." I grinned at that and made it a point to. " Well, that could have happened anyway," said Mandy."I guess that's true," said Karen. "But that doesn't take into account how each of you may have to act to be 'believable' on these dates with other people." I can't believe my mom is telling me to make out with girls on dates so I'm acting believable," said Jack."I bet this conversation isn't happening anywhere else in the world right now," said Mandy."And I never thought I'd be thinking of going out with girls and just pretending to try to. When we met, it was with the excited anticipation of the familiar but unknown, of the quest for mutual pleasure. Would I satisfy her? Would I please her? Would she discipline me for some slip or slight, real or imagined? Would she leave me on the brink, whining with need and incomplete until I had abased myself sufficiently? Actually, I never left there without the sense of release that had amazed me from the first, and had now become now become infinitely more fulfilling.With Margaret's.