We always had a full house. There were firemen hanging around, stopping for coffee and to talk about the latest calls etc. The coffee pot was always on and the door should have been revolving.
In those days we traveled with what I referred to as an entourage. If we mentioned we were going out, suddenly there were twenty other people who were going with us. Not that we didn't have a good time, we did, always, but it would have been nice to be alone once in a while.
One night when most of the kids were teenagers, we went out with another couple who were not close friends. We had a nice dinner, a few drinks and then he asked me if I wanted to dance. Once of the floor dancing to a sexy slow song he held me close and started whispering in my ear. My first thought was, who are you and what have you done with my husband!
Seriously, he wanted to spank me, just because he felt like it! He said he didn't really need a reason. The next song was slow too, but we never made it to the end. I was so stunned and turned on, he almost carried from the dance floor. We said a hasty goodnight, not even sitting back down at the table and I'm sure our friends thought I was sick, and I was, with lust, lol. Bill made our excuses, I could say anything intelligent by this point and we were out the door in minutes.
That turned into one of the hottest nights of our very long marriage. I have no idea what brought it on, but Oh, What a Night!
If any of you have a special night and want to share it, feel free. I'd love to hear your story.