Trying to ring my in-laws or, I'm sorry to say, drinking alone until I passed out, occupied most of my waking hours as I rapidly turned into a drunken...mess.Toward the end of my self-imposed solitude, I heard the doorbell ring early one evening. I was sat in the TV room with a nearly empty bottle of scotch in one hand and the TV remote in the other. I was not really watching some inane rubbish that was on the large monstrosity my dear wife had insisted we buy, as I drunkenly cursed her, her. She rested her chin on my shoulders while I moved my hand further down towards her lower back for which she did not complain.I widened her shirt collar to reveal her skin I caught her hair while she was still resting on my shoulders and kissed on her neck and as soon as I did that she hugged me tighter and this provoked me to proceed further kissing on her neck and she instantly pulled her shirt to one side of her shoulder revealing her Bra strap and her left shoulder and my immediate instinct. I dared not dally. I got the garter belts, and again, put one on backwards first and then one foreward. As always, I slipped the white elastic straps under my panties. Like always, my stockings were a ritual. Rolling them up, loving the feeling, being overly careful since I still had on my nails. These were very expensive. They felt so soft, deliciously erotic. The bands were extremely wide, like none I had ever had before. I lovingly attached the 4 straps on each leg to them and as I stood. His goal was to get out of the room as quickly as possible.Lisa looked at her father who acted like he would rather be anywhere else than standing there. “Did your client meeting go well tonight?” Lisa’s mom asked her dad and Lisa watched as he seemed to blush.“I think so. I may have to meet after hours often with this one as they require a lot of face to face time.” Jack said and hoped that he was placing reasons for him to be out late in the future. As much as he felt some guilt, he also knew.