It had been a long hard week and normally I would have been happy to see Friday arrive, but this was not going to be a normal Friday because my wife Ginny had made plans for us to attend a party at the home of her best friend Mary. I did not want to go even though a good party was just what I needed to relax me. The problem was Mary's husband Alex. I could not stand the man. There was something about his smug superior attitude that ground on me, but there was no way I was going to get out of it.
Watching Ginny dress made me want to stay home even more. As she rolled on her nylons and hooked them to her garter belt my cock started to stir. By the time she had her black lace panties and bra on I was rock hard. She stepped into her black 4" heels and wiggled into a black cocktail dress and did a little turn in front of me.
"How do I look?"
"I want to strip you back down and fuck you right now!" I replied.
She laughed and told me to hold that thought until we got home. It's a good thing I'm not the jealous type I thought; she is going to have a lot of male eyes on her tonight. At 5 feet, 100 pounds, 36-24-35, this 37-year-old mother of 4 with flaming red hair and green eyes was the sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on. And she worked hard at keeping herself that way. She had turned half the basement into a home fitness center and she religiously spent an hour a day down there.
The babysitter arrived and we left for the party. About three blocks from the house I reached into the back seat and grabbed a blanket that I keep there and tossed it to Ginny. She looked at me quizzically, "cover your legs" I told her, "or we are not going to make it to the party."
"Poor baby," she laughed and slid over next to me. She put her hand on the bulge that showed through my pants and rubbed it saying' "Did little ole me cause that?"
Luckily we did not have much farther to go or I would have pulled over and jumped her bones right there on the street. Ginny has always had that effect on me and believe me, it is a good feeling to have.
We arrived at the party and as usually happens we ended up going separate ways. The women group together and talk about whatever it is that women talk about and the guy's get together to talk business and sports. The current topic was the Super Bowl. I was the only one pulling for the Ravens, not because I had any great interest in the team, but because I'm from Denver and I thought Shannon Sharpe had gotten a raw deal from the Broncos. I wanted to see him get another ring just to spite Pat Bowlen and Mike Shanahan. After half an hour or so I went looking for Ginny. I couldn't find her so I grabbed Mary and asked her if she had seen her. She told me Ginny hadn't felt well and had gone to lie down in the spare bedroom. I went there to check on her and found her asleep. She hadn't even kicked off her shoes. I debated going in and making her more comfortable, but decided I would just cause her to wake up so I closed the door and went back to the party. A little more time passed and I went to check on her again. She had moved and her dress had ridden up showing more leg than I would have liked anyone else to see, but again, not wanting to wake her up I closed the door and left. Twenty minutes later, on my way to the bathroom, I paused to look in on her again. The door was locked. Someone must have disturbed her, I thought, and she had gotten up and locked the door.
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