Wife tries to get her hubby to swing
I was standing at the bar next to my wife when Don showed up. I laughed and accused him of being late. He threw up his hands in mock despair. Meagan just frowned at me; she seemed nervous. “Whatcha drinkin’,” I said to the new arrival. “And where’s Bert?” Bert was Bertha, a pretty, big breasted German girl ten years any of our junior. “A beer will be fine,” he said. “She’s at home. Got a bug of some kind.” I nodded, Meagan had had the same thing a week earlier and had had to stay home to recuperate. A … Read more