I told him that for her, "being taken" by a real man was her hottest turn-on.I told him that for her, "being taken" by a real man was her hottest turn-on. This guy was going nuts listening to my bullshit, almost nodding his stupid head off. When we got home, I was glad to see that my wife still had her work clothes on. She works in a big office and dresses pretty nice each day. She looked real good in her fancy white blouse, tight skirt and high heels. I introduced the salesman to my wife as my long-lost Army buddy who was just passing through town. We fed her some bullshit story about how he saved my life in a barroom brawl and how I could never repay him for it. We all had a few drinks before and after dinner, and the guy definitely liked what he saw and was getting friendlier with her as we took turns dancing with her after dinner. After an hour or so, I was making another round of drinks in the kitchen when I heard some noise from the family room. I peeked into the room and saw that the guy had my wife pinned up against the wall. She was struggling against him as he was kissing her hard on the mouth and he had his hand shoved up under her skirt. She managed to push away from him when I entered the room, and I was heartened to see that things just might get pretty interesting. Figuring they would get nowhere with me around, I told them that I had just killed the Scotch and that I would run out for more. I said that being so far out in the country, it would take me about forty-five minutes. My wife said she wanted to go to the store so I could stay and talk to my buddy, but I grabbed my keys and left. I was gone close to an hour. I figured by the time I got home, things would be warmed up and I'd join in the fun. But, when I got home, I found them sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, watching TV and talking. |