![]() I got talking to an attractive young lady, who seemed to be on her own, so some time went by while I was gazing down her cleavage, and I had stopped watching my wife, which turned out to be a serious error. The party was getting more and more like a male stag party. My wife kept knocking back the Prosecco, getting more and more physical with her fans, while quite a few couples started to drift off. The evening progressed, with me dancing with my wife occasionally, and the three guys dancing with her a lot. "I guess that's ok Steve, just don't forget that she's my wife." We both laughed at my little joke. "Rob," Steve asked, "is it ok if I dance with Lynne, as I don't have a woman with me?" ![]() My wife introduced me to the three guys who invited us, none of whom seemed to have partners. There were slightly more men than women, nonetheless, there were plenty of attractive women there, attached to their men, so I wasn't overly concerned. We didn't need to worry about the fizz, there were three bottles on ice, so the guys obviously remembered my wife's fondness for it, and how amorous she got about half way through her second bottle.Īfter a few glasses for her, and a couple of beers for me, we started dancing. We had come by taxi, so I could also drink, and we brought a bottle of Prosecco, my wife's favourite drink. There was loud music, some snacks, and lots of booze. The party was at a private house, quite a smart house in fact, which reassured me a little. She got us invited by flirting with some guys at a pub, and to be honest I didn't really trust them, they seemed like shady characters to me, but, as I said, my wife insisted. I didn't want to go, but my wife insisted, saying that we never did anything, which was a bit unfair.
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