I stand there staring at her in mute astonishment. I’m surprised but delighted she’s taken off her pants. It’s as though I’m living in some ki...d of dream. A secret fantasy becoming a reality. Here, right in front of me, my wife has pulled her pants down in front of a man she just met. Amazing, fantastic and so exciting, it’s almost surreal. I’m terrified that it will all melt away to nothing like an imagined Dali painting. “Oh, Fran!” I gasp, encouraging her. I look at the curve of her slender. The best man decided we would hire a private room there with a private dance arranged for our stag with us there watching of course. We were crowded in this private room where our stripper who was pretty & I felt a bit guilty for fancying her as I'm happily married. She did a slow sensual strip for the stag who was sat down with us crowded around watching. When she was down to her g string she stopped saying that was the act over. That disappointed us even though the girls we saw out on the. " You're a strange bugger Tony, I heard about your run in with Mr Arsehole last night, thanks for sticking up for me but I can fight my own battles thank you." Just because you knocked him back, doesn't give him the right to bad mouth you. I'd do that for any woman." Ahhh, a gentleman, not too many of them around these days." At your service madam. What can I do to help you Trish, I like cooking so point me in the right direction." Yeah, a strange bugger alright. OK Tony, let's see how you go. I didn’t get to hold a female very often and had forgotten how pleasant it was; another warm body close to mine.Somehow, through the night, my mind must have been active. Callie, as their target, whoever they were, must know something and I needed to know what it was.Callie stirred, her arm tightening around me. As she woke up, she eased her face away from my neck. Beautiful pale blue eyes opened, framed by sleep-mussed hair. She didn’t move, just studied me intently, her eyes moving to each of.