Anne my wife Anne In the early 70s, Anne and I used to go to spend weekends at a yachting club for partying. These are usually very drunken affairs but were a lot of fun. At one time we had been dancing and drinking and dancing and drinking and everybody was really pissed. Late in the evening Anne decided to go off to bed, but wanted me to come to bed with her and give her a good fucking. I said I'd be along shortly and carried on talking to somebody that had been. I was really drunk. Anyway, I decided to go off to see to Anne. I staggered around in the hotel looking for our room. Eventually, I found it. And went into this really dark room. I approached the bed to see my beautiful blonde laying there in her black lace underwear (it was really dark in there) I went to her, ripped off her black lace underwear and threw myself between her legs, entered her and gave her the fucking of her life. After a cigarette, I decided to go back to the party, as there was a point of discussion I wanted to finalize with a buddy. Having done that, I went back to our room, of course getting lost again on the way. Eventually, I found my room and got into bed with my wife, going immediately to sleep. The next morning, on awaking. Anne said to me 'what happened to you last night I thought you were going to come and screw me!'. 'But I did' I said.' No, you didn't I waited quite a while for you then dozed off'. I insisted that I had, and described the event. She insisted that I had not been near her. I thought it was just another one of the ways of fucking my head. But it did worry me. It took me several months thinking about it, to realize that Anne NEVER wore black underwear! So who is this beautiful blonde that I'd so drunkenly screwed that night, that had welcomed me so enthusiastically with open arms?