Prelude
“Found her!” your wife says as she scans the crowd. “Already we have only been here for five minutes.” Alan follows her gaze and understands immediately why. The girl, because she is young, has mussed wavy red hair, a beautifully soft face. She is done up, dark makeup with red highlights and dark lips. He has a black turtleneck sweater barely hiding the ample bosom beneath it, cinched at the waist with a belt, over a pleated grey plaid skirt that barely covers an overly ample ass, topped off with thigh high black boots.
“Just your type, gothy with big ass and tits.” She slaps you playfully, nearly missing as she can’t take her eyes off this gem of a girl. The lusty desire in your wife’s hazel eyes is unmistakable. That look had been directed at you on more than one occasion. You see he look falter and look up to see the girl join a young guy on the opposite side of the bar. “Damn, she is with that dude.” Sighing she turned back to look at you, slightly crestfallen. “Maybe he will strike out.”