So here I am again, stuck waiting for Marie to call the dishwasher install guy. She has commented several times now that she was going to call him "next week" and make a date for drinks. WTF. Why the wait? And when is "next week"? The day after tomorrow? Monday? Or next weekend? I'll be dead by then...

Tonight Mike and Marie's sister Cindy are coming with us to an upscale wine bar and restaurant. In my perverted little mind there are lots of possibilities. Marie and Mike riding in the back seat making out. Marie sucking Mike's cock. Mike sucking her nipples. Mike slipping his cock into her. OK. Sure I'd love a turn with Cindy too. I'd do her in a heartbeat. But realistically any possibility of some erotic fun is slim to none. The very most I can imagine is Marie going commando under her skirt (as she is threatening) and letting Mike have a peek. That's not much but would make the evening worthwhile. But Mike is a bore. And he will drive us all nuts with his stories. And the outcome will be we will want the evening to end as soon as possible. And I'm not getting my hopes up.

And when the fuck is "next week" going to begin?

I'll report on Cindy & Mike and Marie's ass later.

Stay tuned...