"Well," replied Teri, "I can see she wears clean underwear, but does she have a tight pussy, or is she great at giving head?"

"Good God," said Gary, "are you going to start with that again? Every time I get a new nurse, it's the same thing. Can't we go and have a peaceful dinner for once?"

"Of course," answered Teri, "I didn't start. You were the one that said she was terrific, not me."

"I meant as far as her work," said Gary, "and you know it."

"I was simply wondering what her work consisted of," Teri stated.

"I give up," moaned Gary and he shut up and concentrated completely on his driving.

In a short while, they were seated in the restaurant, with Gary drinking a Tom Collins and Teri sipping a martini. They were able to have two drinks before dinner came and Gary was feeling kind of horny as he looked at his pretty wife.

Teri was just thirty-three, but she looked like a twenty year old. She had strawberry blonde hair, that she wore in a sort of Dutch-boy cut, with big bangs. It served to accent her fantastic face, with its small nose with a slight rise at the tip, her wide, cat-like eyes and beautiful, petulant lips.

She was wearing one of her sexier tops, some sort of Danskin with no back and a deep plunge in the front. Over it she was wearing a loose blouse, but the front was not buttoned, allowing her firm bosom to reveal itself.

She was wearing a light bra, but the material was sheer and allowed her nipples to stick through. The air-conditioning in the restaurant caused the small nubs to protrude from her tits, making them visible through the sheer top "You know," said Gary moving next to her and wrapping his arm around her. With all of your talk about screwing and jobs you got me a little hot."

"Oh, you've been thinking about humping that little nurse, huh," snapped Teri.

"No," answered Gary in disgust, "I was thinking about slipping it to you. I can feel your lips around my cock right now."