It's pouring down rain outside, on a cold, cold night. Lana and I are sitting at home alone, well into our second bottle of wine. I'm drunk, and she's drunker. Suddenly she looks over at me, and tells me how lucky I am.
"Oh? Why's that?"
She replies: "I could have any guy I want, but I choose you. I've only ever been with you. Well, except for Cliff, but that's just for your pictures. And let's be honest here," she stumbles to her feet, and does a drunk pirouette, "I'm pretty hot."
I laugh at her boldness. "Well, you are hot, I won't argue with that. But *any* guy? You can't get *any* guy." I say, teasing her.
She gets a defiant look in her eye "Bet me I can't."
I pause, unable to gather my thoughts with all the wine in my system.
"I bet you can't get any guy I pick."
She stares right back at me "You just pick the guy and I'll have my way with him, just to prove you wrong."
Without thinking at all, I reply "Fine. I'll order a pizza, and see if you can get the delivery guy."
"Fine. But don't be all jealous when I do it. You asked for it."
I laugh, knowing she's drunk off her ass. But just to prove her wrong, I go ahead and order the pizza.
Realizing that I was serious, Lana stumbles to her feet again.
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask her.
"I, my dear husband, am going to get ready. I have work to do." With that, she's off to our bedroom.
Fifteen minutes later, she returns wearing less than before. She has on a slightly sheer white tank top - her dark nipples are slightly visible through it. It comes down just about the top of her underwear - in this case, a tiny black G string.
"Um, what are you doing?"
"Exactly what you told me I won't be able to do. I'm going to have any man I want."
Drunk enough to let this play out, I just laugh it off. A few minutes pass, and the doorbell rings. Lana hops up, steadies herself, and struts confidently to the door. I have to admit, she was right. She is fucking hot. She has the perfect body, and her tight, round little ass is a treat as she bounds across the room.
Lana opens the door, and the a young, twenty-something black man is standing there in the cold rain with our pizza. The poor bastard wasn't even wearing a jacket. Lana quickly invited him in, out of the rain. He answered without thinking, his eyes drinking in the beautiful woman before him.
She makes small talk with him as she walks in, talking about the terrible weather, and how cold it was. He tried to answer, and did a decent job, as his eyes were glued to her G-string clad ass.
She walked over to the TV cabinet, and bent down, at the waist, to get into the bottom drawer. Her ass was fully on display, and he made no attempt to hide his gaze - he didn't acknowledge that I was even in the room as he gawked at the perfectly formed ass in front of him. Lana was clearly showing off, and I hate to admit, it was working.
She turned abruptly and caught his gaze, but he quickly looked her in the eyes, red faced. She smiled but didn't let on that she knew. Instead, she got a concerned look on her face.
"You poor young man, you can't go back out in the cold with those wet clothes. You'll get sick."
The delivery man mumbled something about how it was OK.
"Nonsense. I can put your clothes in the dryer for 15 minutes and they'll be dry & warm for you."
He doesn't reply, as Lana walks right up to him and starts to unbutton his shirt. Undoing the last button, she pulls the soaking wet shirt off. When she does, she smiles at his muscular physique. She is a sucker for a man with muscles, which is why I spend so much of my free time at the gym.
She tosses the shirt on the floor and, bold as ever, reaches down for his fly. He starts to stop her, but she shushes him quickly, saying how awful she would feel if he caught a cold.
So she continues, unzips his pants, unbuttons them, and slides them down. He steps out of them, and hands them to Lana. He's standing there in a pair of boxers with an obvious partial erection - no place to hide one in a pair of boxers. She picks up his shirt, and says "Just have a seat, I'll be right back."
So, he sits down on the couch, and starts to make awkward small talk with me. "Your wife is a really nice woman."
