One weekend, not long ago, my wife and I decided to take a train ride to Chicago. The train did not leave until 10:00 PM and arrived at 8:00 AM. We got ready to go and decided to stop at a nearby bar for a couple of drinks. We needed to kill a little time and thought that it would help us sleep during the trip.
Now my wife is a petite blonde with a great figure even considering her age of over 40. She has shapely legs and nice firm medium chest that looks as great as when we met as teenagers. I can honestly say she is still one of the prettiest women I have known.
She typically dresses very conservatively but on occasions particularly when we are out of town will wear something a little more revealing - maybe a skirt but usually a lower cut top that will show off two of her greatest assets. This was one of those occasions.
Getting ready she had surprised me by wearing a sleeveless top with a plunging neckline that showed plenty of cleavage as well as a skirt that hit her just above the knee. Dressed this way, at the bar, she was getting plenty of attention and after two martinis started caring a little less about protecting her dress.
After our second drink I had to use the restroom and on my return a guy had bought her a third martini. She promptly drank it down, and danced with the guy. I cut in after the second dance and reminded her that we needed to get to the station.