Clara appears

As I was sitting alone, sipping my drink, our overly friendly receptionist suddenly appeared in the activities room. I watched her as she surveyed the crowd, her eyes going straight to Susan in Mike's body. She spoke politely to othet guests as she passed, but her attention never left the black god of a man (woman) currently wrapped up in a game or darts with a middle-aged man wearing only a Chicago Bears cap.

There was no doubt the receptionist was a beauty. If not for the fact that she had her eyes set on my wife, er...boyfriend...seeing her naked body filled with such passion would have been amazing. The way her big breasts bounced her her thick hips swayed when she walked should have been captivating...but instead I just felt jealous.

I should have been fantasizing about burying by cock or my face in that ass. I just wanted to slap her and tell her to leave my man alone.

Susan wanted me in my own body, which was average at best. Gay or straight, there was no way I could compete against a girl like that.

Clara reached my wife and touched her gently on the arm. She turned Mike's big, warm smile on the young receptionist. I'd seen that smile a hundred times when my best friend was trying to score with a chick at a bar. It always worked. I was surprised to find that my wife had picked it up so easily.

It didn't take long for the dart game to end, and Susan and Clara were setting down sharing a drink with the Bears fan and his middle aged wife. I had been forgotten.