The woman sitting across the desk was reading through a file that I assume contained information about me. My name is Gerald Pamp. Most people know me as Jerry. I'm thirty-four years old, stand six feet two and weigh one-ninety. When the woman looked up she had a silly little grin on her face and she cleared her throat before she spoke.
"Today is the first day of the rest of your life."
I thought about what she said but decided that she was wrong. The first day of the rest of my life actually started just about a year ago. My wife and I had gone over to the neighbor's house to celebrate New Years Eve with four or five other couples. The neighbor's daughter, Jennifer was home from college and she had agreed to watch our two kids, Nathan six and Caitlin four while we partied. She said her boyfriend might come by later on.
The party started off fairly tame, but by mid-night almost everyone, but me, was drunk. I never drink. I can't stand the taste of beer and booze makes me sick all the next day. I don't drink, but I don't make a big deal out of it. I sip a coke or something, and play along with what ever the crowd is doing.
Natalie, one of the better-looking women of our neighborhood and I were dancing to a slow song. She wasn't feeling any pain, and I was doing a fairly good job of feeling her up. Her tits were on the small side, and her ass was a trifle or the large side, but she was giving me a hard-on. I had worked one hand underneath her skirt, and had hooked my finger in a leg hole of her panties and was trying to pull them down off her ass.
"If you keep that up you're going to pull my panties down." Natalie breathed in my ear.
"That's the plan." I said as I managed to get my whole hand around the panty crotch and pull and push them down to mid thigh.
"Now what are you going to do?" She asked.
"Well, I'm going to hold you tight while you wiggle your ass and make your panties drop down around your ankles."
When she did as asked, I bent down and held her damp satin bikinis while she stepped out of them. I had just brought them up to my nose in order to get a good whiff of her essence when her husband tapped me on the shoulder.
"I'll take those, Jerry old buddy. Why don't you go and find somebody else's wife to seduce? I'm taking Natalie home." And he put his arm around her and steered her toward the door.
Well I tried, but all I managed to do was caress the nipple of our hostess through her cashmere sweater. She wasn't as drunk as I thought she was and she slapped my hand away. My wife and I left shortly thereafter. I was still horny, and I knew my better half would pass out the second her head hit the pillow. Oh well, another night without sex wouldn't be all that unusual.
