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    “Hoping for the sex bomb with the panties showing every time she walks, aren’t you?” she asked without looking.
    “Anything wrong with that?”
    “No, honey. I hope you get her.”
    I hesitated before continuing the conversation. “Have you one that you favor?”
    “See the bulge in that man’s pants?”
    “Good choice. Hope it fits.” I really hoped she didn’t get that guy. With a bulge like that, there was no way she would ever be satisfied with my dick again. My mind was now circling the corners of my brain to see if I could remember the web address of the penis enlarging guru.
    The room crowded around the hat sitting on the table near the door that led outside to the portico where all the room doors waited. As each woman pulled a key from the hat, they would stare at the number on the tag before exiting the door. When my wife, the last to draw, exited the room, the announcer called us all to the bar for one last round of drinks before the night’s main event began. We toasted the girls, their honor, and all of our organs which we hoped would rise to full mast at the sight of our blind dates. The bonding experience did more to rattle my nerves than calm them. I also felt a pang of nervousness for my wife, the love of my life, as she prepared for her first new lover in almost twenty years. I hoped she did well.
    Room Sixty-Eight couldn’t have been more appropriate. Certainly she would ring my bell, but I would probably owe her one. After all, it had been twenty years for me as well. Oh, I can ring my wife’s bell like I am at a church bell tower just jerking on that bell rope, but women are different. How was I to know if those things worked on others? I stood outside the door for several minutes trying to get the courage to turn the knob and walk in.
    “Hey fella,” a guy shouted. “That has to be the room. Everyone else is in theirs.” With nothing else to do, I pushed the door aside and strolled in as if I owned the place.
    The dimly lit room smelled of candles and cinnamon, a light fragrance that actually helped ease the transition from fidelity to whatever this was we were doing. The dingy walls and decades-old decor seemed brighter in the presence of her special touches. You could hardly notice the water stains on the ceiling or smell the moldy curtains. The table, covered by a cloth and her bag was a good final touch.
    Her face glowed in the flicker of the candlelight. The blonde hair lay on her shoulder as a soft blanket. The jet black bra provided a perfect background for her arms folded over her chest. I loved the way her soft curves of her hips melted into those shapely legs. Mae West would have been proud.
    “We finally get to dance,” she said.
    Although the voice was not familiar, those tits were unmistakable. She was the Bomb!
    Thank you, Lord! I studied, for too long, her curvy body draped across the bed. Perhaps it was the long lacy panties that covered her midriff or the way the nipple rings bulged the sheer fabric of the cups, but I knew this was going to be a wild ride. Before I could venture further in my visual safari, she dragged me to the bed, running her hand over my butt as she did. I found myself at her mercy, foiled by my own lust and depravity so much that I knew I would do whatever she wanted.
    She knelt over me. I watched as she encouraged the straps of her bra down the length of her arm with her delicate fingers. A peek of the perky brown nipples flashed as the last of the fabric dropped over her rings. I gasped at the sight of those dangling toys spilling over the sides of her erect buttons. Without even realizing I was in motion, I found my fingers gently pulling on one.
    “No no. Not until I say.” She flung my hand to the bed.
    I lay still, hoping not to make another mistake. The payoff was a beautiful breast rolling over my face, gingerly rubbing up and down my lips and inviting me to caress all the dark patches. While cupping her boob and lifting it to