It was unusual, yet intensely familiar. A lemony, citrus smell, tinged with spice and sprinkled with masculinity. I was pretty good at recognising dif...erent colognes. I didn’t know what this one was yet it was so familiar I was baffled by it. What was it? I was not paying any attention to the speaker. I would find the notes somewhere and report back. What was that scent? As I was being consumed by the aroma, I felt myself being mentally transported to a holiday in Greece some fifteen years. "Jen told me it happened on Wednesday, two days after I left on my trip. Ralph had been hitting on her constantly, both Monday and Tuesday. She was able to resist, but finally on Wednesday she gave in. He came over Wednesday evening, just as she was getting into bed. She told him to go away, but he was persistent, and told her he just wanted a nightcap. She gave in because she didn't want him to wake up the kids. Jen only wears a thin camisole to bed. So even thought she was wearing a robe, she. “Hey baby! I’m Tony. C’mon, let’s dance,” he said as he pulled me into the crowd. I liked his approach, direct. Was he the guy?“Thanks Nate,” I shouted back as I melted into the moving throng.Being too loud to talk, I just went with the flow of the music and people. Tony stayed close, his hands even closer, as we boogied and jived to the tunes. The margarita had hit me harder than I expected. Soon, I was twerking Tony—his hands pulling my hips tight to his unmistakably large cock. He’d flipped. "Oh...sorry. Am I to late?" She giggles and just stands there looking at me. My wife and I had been fighting very recently and I was thinking she might have one of her few girlfriends try to seduce me so it would give her a reason to leave me and not look like the bad guy. But at the same time I'm thinking fuck, it's gotta be worth it. Shady walks a little closer to me and smiles."To late for what?" I ask and she laughs. "To see what you're wife is always braging about down there." I.