This brings back lots of memories for me. Every Thursday night was (and still is) my wife's night out with the girls at a local dance club. My wife loves dancing. Years ago there was a huge construction project being carried out less than ten miles from where we live and there were literally thousands of contractors living and working in our area. As you can imagine with all these contractors around, the pubs and clubs were busy every night of the week and the local dance hall was a big attraction for many of them.
My wife has never been the type to keep a boyfriend in tow, she prefers the thrill of the chase and so these were happy times for my wife. As for me I loved watching her getting ready to go out every Thursday night not knowing what time she would be home. I would generally get a phone call around 11.00 pm with the same message - don't wait up I'm gonna be late, followed by a little giggle which meant she had pulled. I would go to bed but of course there was no way I could get to sleep. When she eventually arrived home she would turn on the light, check that I was awake and give me that wry 'I've been a naughty girl smile' before climbing into bed and telling me all about it whilst I got sloppy seconds.
My wife was in her early thirties, she was incredibly attractive and had no problem pulling men, she was like a kid in a candy store and because the majority of the contractors came from different parts of the country they tended to rent rooms in the local lodging houses and the good thing about this was there was always a bed to go to.
Most of my wife's lovers were married men, she preferred this because there was less likelihood of infection (she always went bareback) and because they had families there were no emotional ties.
The construction project lasted around three years during which she had scores of lovers, we never did keep count so don't know how many but it was an exciting time for both of us.
Happy days.
