I was mesmerized with her perfectly shaped tits and well maintained pussy hair.Now she came and smooched me and she started to remove my dress. Now we...were totally nude we were looking at each other’s body. I couldn’t contain my love for her so went and hugged her tightly and showered her with kisses all over her body.Now I made her lie on the table and kissed her boobs and started to lick her boobs and crush it. She liked it very well and she was moaning and holding my head and was running her. Our doctor suggested we go for tests but my husband refused to believe there was something wrong with him. I was kind of relieved, as the thought of giving up work to look after kids actually fills me with dread!Sex with my husband is fairly regular although it is dull and we always do ‘it’ in the same way. Every Saturday night we go to bed at 10 pm and make love in the missionary position with the lights off. It is always the same. We get in bed and he moves his hands over my body and I lie. *You ARE sick girlie.* *Whats this like?* Ive pulled on a huge baggy black woollen jumper that reaches down to my knees. *Its awright* says Jan without looking up. She is very carefully and delicately applying pink nail-polish to her big toe. Pogoing across the room – GABBA-GABBA HEY! – I swipe the brush from her fingers. *Piss off!* she squeels. She is laughing. *Daft bitch.* I pick the bottle of polish up from the floor and begin to paint my own nails. Jan is now pulling on my pink dress.. She said it was just a fantasy but for some reason that episode atthe bar really got her imagination going.Several times she talked about how hot it was when I was forced to sitthere while she spent time flirting with him and I did nothing about it.The thought of me sitting there wearing sexy pantyhose under my pantswhile my sexy dressed wife was flirting and taking drinks from that cuteguy, Bob. Every time she talked about it she had another orgasm. Shewas obsessed with that night and even.