My wife had called, she told me she didn't want to stay home tonight and I should meet her at the bar. I couldn't figure out why she wanted to meet across the city.
So here I sit waiting in traffic. She told me to meet her as soon as I could. I was looking forward to going out too. My wife was a looker, amazing long brown hair and haunting blue eyes.
I was always a proud husband. Everywhere we went guys would tell me how lucky I was. On the nights we went out she would dress to kill. Heads would turn.
I pulled in to the parking lot of the bar. It was fancy. I felt like I was underdressed. I was still in my work clothes. I should have stopped and changed into better clothes.
I saw he sitting alone at the front of the bar. I was right. She looked amazing her hair down in a black dress that wear bare on the shoulder. I always wondered what kept the top part up.
Always imagined how easy it would be to pull the front down on her. I always loved her breasts. Big and full, you just wanted to stare.
The hemline rode high on her hip. It wasn't quite a mini skirt but it was well above the knee.
As I checked my coat at the front. I saw a guy aproch her. He talked, I couldn't hear what he was saying but you could see the hunger in his eyes.
I started to walk closer she hadn't realized I had shown up. She talked for a moment then the man looked disappointed and turned away and slunk back to his table.
My heart swelt as I thought oh yeah another strike out. I had total trust with this wonderful woman.
