Dating a hotwife
Dating a hotwife - bahrain love dating
Needless to say by the end of the evening which is now 12.30pm my wife is quiet drunk.
I move my hand over to her thigh, slide my hand up her stockings and ease my hand between her stocking tops, suspender and pantie gusset.
I go in and see Chris sitting on an armchair with a drink which my wife had got for him. To which my wife says we’ve talked about it and Chris is a bit uneasy with things.
I also notice my wifes lipstick being a little smudged as well as her dress a little dishevelled. I see I say your lipstick is smudged so I reckon you have already kissed each other and I imagine you’ve had a feel of her as her dress is crooked.
I tell him that when we get home my wife’s parents will be there and I have to take them back home.
We’ll say that you are a friend and have come back for a drink as we haven’t seen you for a while.
My wife does drink but is not in the habit of drinking too much. We dance a lot and a lot of drink is drunk by everybody except the drivers as it’s a BYO.
My wife was good friends with one of the female teachers and they hit it off, chatting, dancing and drinking.
OK she says but I’m sure he’ll not want to and anyway he may have already got a lift.
As I go round the block and come back into the road he was walking I see him ahead in the distance.
Our sex life life was good but not as exciting as I would have liked.
we had two daughters and it was a parents and teachers Christmas disco for our eldest.
Although aroused she makes the point of saying that it’s fine in fantasy but not in reality. We arrange to have her parents baby-sit for the evening of the disco and head off.