‘Yeah, very’ I shyly replied.‘It’s okay’ he explained. ‘It’s a ‘Craigslist’ contact she made. ‘I came along just to make sure he t...rned up, but he’s brought a friend as well’I turned to him ‘but that’s your wife’ I gasped rather stupidly as the word Craigslist sunk in I had heard about it, thought it was mostly for perverts and lonely singles. ‘So you’re a cuckold?’‘Yes, I am to a certain degree, but a totally willing one’‘But your wife is gorgeous and lovely, she could choose anybody’ ‘Oh she. "But that's the sex and the money isn't the issue now. Finishing that whole sordid business with your family once and for all is. I'm just helping you out is all, because I know that the past will never be buried until that whole affair is closed one way or the other."Both Samantha Mitchell and her brother nodded their heads in reluctant agreement."Neither of you know what the son looks like do you?"They shook their heads."In fact you wouldn't even know where he is would you?"Samantha stood up. She is also head of the HR department at her employer. She was divorced about a year after my marriage and her boyfriend passed about 5 years ago. We have always had good natured flirting between us, but as of late it has become more interesting. I was helping her redo the landscaping on her new house when I noticed every time she bent forward, her breasts were very exposed through the collar opening of her polo shirt. I just quietly enjoyed the view. When my wife and her grandmother came out,. A man about in his late twenties stared at my boobs hungrily. In his hand was a half-drunk Budweiser. I smiled, hoping it was seductive. And according to his expression, it was. I strutted in, sashaying my hips. I could feel the man's eyes on my ass. But I wasn't here to have sex-I was here to get drunk. He followed me to the bar. I couldn't see his face entirely, because the only lights here were from the strip show. But the way I was sitting, to the left, he could see me entirely. This made.