My God, she is hot. Jacquie was standing alone in a crowd of donors at a fundraiser. She scanned the cavernous room looking for anyone she knew when she saw me staring at her. We both smiled and I elbowed over.She is my good friend’s wife. How he ended up with her I’ll never know. Money perhaps? It was a mystery because she was out of his league.“Hi Jacquie, is John with you?”“No. He’s away on business this weekend. Are you here with anyone?”“No, I’m running solo. Again. Being single sometimes blows.”I was taking Jacquie in. She is a stunning thirty-three-year-old woman, but tonight she was extra breathless. Standing a slender 5’7” with brown, straight, bursa escort shoulder-length hair, a tight and shapely ass, and breasts that were perfect for her size, 34C, she owned the room. To show off her body she was wearing silky fishnet stockings and a red cocktail dress with a hemline that was short, but not slutty short, and heels that gave her calves definition.I’m no slouch, but at fifty years old, my hair is graying and thinning and my 5’11” body is scarred from a life of physical work, mostly overseas for the government. I’m a hands-on type of guy.“Would you like something to drink,” I asked?“White wine would be lovely,” she said. She watched bursa escort bayan me walk away and I soon had two drinks in hand.Walking back through the crowd I could see she was texting. “Is everything alright?” I asked.“Yes. John was wondering if I am at the fundraiser and who was here. I let him know I got lucky and ran into you, my defacto date.”I handed her the wine, we toasted, and a few seconds later her phone rang. It was clearly John.“I’m wearing my red cocktail dress and heels. I look great.”“Yes, Frank thinks I look great too,” she said with a wink. “Take a guess,” she answered. “No. No. Yes. Panties are always optional, right?”Holy escort bursa fuck. My ears perked up at that. She was looking at me, almost laughing, as I stared back, slightly bewildered.“I am pretty sure Frank thinks I look pretty hot,” she told him. I was nodding. A few seconds later, “Well, I’m not sure, but I bet so.” Pause. “Ok, here he is,” and then she handed me the phone. “John wants to talk to you.”“Hey, John.”“Does Jacquie look hot?”“Absolutely.”“Do you want to fuck her? I’m serious, would you fuck her?”I could not believe what I was hearing. I paused a second and stammered, “I would definitely fuck her. She is the hottest woman in the room.”“You have my permission, now hand the phone back to Jacquie.”“Ok, sweetie.”“I love you too.”“I will.”“Bye.”She hung up and put the phone in her purse without saying a word. She grabbed my hand and led me out of the room and down a hallway.