It should not have happened, usually there would have been no way that would happen, but I only myself to blame for it and what could do to my life. It was my 25th birthday, and for some reason this really hit me. I was happily married, my husband was great with me and we both had good jobs. I suppose everything went so well that I didn’t know what would be like not having things delivered to me as I asked them. For a couple of weeks after my birthday, I was in a real slut and I couldn’t get out. My husband Wayne also noticed that I wasn’t myself and asked if it was something that made me upset. I felt guilty about him because he had nothing to do with my feelings. I don’t know if it was hormones or something, but I wasn’t happy with my life but I knew everything in my life was about as good as it could get. Nothing in my life could prepare me for the wild trip I was about to take just because I thought I had problems that weren’t even there.

Charlie was intent on what he was about to do. One way or another that would fuck his neighbor’s wife, Jill. He tried to get to her through persuasion, but she kindly rejected him. She wasn’t angry, she just smiled at him and told him she really enjoyed what she was telling her, but she was married and she would sleep with her husband.

Unless your husband asks you to go with him and another man, but it was something he knew he would never do.

It was a long day, and it was only two in the afternoon. I spent the morning and early afternoon at a development meeting. A dozen people throw out ideas for a new sitcom - some of them well. I was there like a favor to an old friend. The meeting lasted five hours and nothing had been accomplished. I had a headache.

I went into the house without waiting. Sometimes you come home knowing who there is and what they are probably doing, watching television, surfing the net, sleeping, anything. Today I was totally unaware of my environment. My mind was trying to deal with the whirlwind of thoughts that the encounter had generated. As I walked into the house, my first thought was to have a beer.

My wife Becky and I are in the middle of the 1930s and we were together 11 years and we are madly in love with each other. Let me tell you about Becky. She’s always been beautiful. He basically kept his 36-26-36 figure during our wedding and keeps him walking several miles a day almost every day. Her blue eyes of crystal, shining when she smiles, I’m the one that attracted me to her along with that voluptuous body. These attributes along with its long blonde hair and round ass have attracted the attention of many passerbies, both male and female. Becky is absolutely surprising and is told that by strangers, mostly men, almost every time he comes out in public.

Wow, how things change with every decade that passes next to us. I was born in the late 1950s and grew up loving Rock Music and long bands of hair of time. I grew up in the age when girls wore mini short skirts and pants were more than a rarity then the norm if you wanted to look good for the boys. My parents had their hands full of me, but I never caused them any pain until 17 years. I remember I was on the third grade and he was approaching the spring break. At the time I had never heard of the great spring adventures that today’s children all know so well. All I knew was we had a couple weeks off and I wanted to do something fun instead of sitting down and letting the two weeks get away. It was my best friend Kelly who brought me the paper that would make me change my whole life. There in the entertainment section was a notice that one of my favorite bands of all time would play in our conference center hall Saturday evening which was exactly halfway thru spring break vacation.