It's been a month since Lester returned to RangeMan and had a talk with Steph. He and I are cool; we hang out once a week and just sit back, relax, and have a few beers. He told me he'd met someone, but before he gets serious about her, he wants my wife to meet her. He really trusts Steph's instincts and if she says the lady is no good, then Les will drop her.

So, that is why I'm currently getting dressed in my jeans and t-shirt when I'd rather be getting undressed with my wife instead! Oh yeah, she got her casts off this morning and is cleared for non-strenuous activity. I checked with her doc; sex is okay as long as she stays off the leg for long periods of time. NO problem there seeing as I plan on having her on her back and moaning my name most of the time.

But, that won't happen for a few more hours. Damn Lester and his need to have my wife okay the girl he wants to date. Why can't the fucker just get the message the old fashioned way? Date her and see what happens. Son of a bitch just wants to ruin my night; he knew what I had planned.

"Matthew?" came the sweetest voice I've ever heard and I wanted to cancel our plans.

"Yes, Honey?"

I saw her wobble into the bathroom; she's unstable on her leg and is supposed to be using a cane, but she hates the thing with a passion… and not the good passion. So, around our apartment, she uses the walls and furniture instead of the cane. Can't say I blame her, and I know better than to demand she use the damn thing. Hell, she'd probably use it on me and either hit me over the head with it, stick it up my ass, or both. Yeah, I'm not about to demand she do anything.

I looked in the mirror and watched as her eyes glazed over and she licked her lips. Oh yeah, she wants me as much as I want her. Chuckling, I asked, "Did you need something?"

She shook her head as if to clear the thoughts roaming free in there, but I could still see the lust in her eyes, "Just wondering what I should wear tonight," she whispered.

Nothing was the first thing I wanted to say, but then thought better of it. I don't need anyone else seeing my wife naked and certainly not Lester! "How about that little red dress? I love how hot you look in it." She looked like she was trying to remember the dress but nodded as she hobbled out of the bathroom.

An hour later, we were all seated at Angelo's, a new Italian restaurant just outside of Trenton, and I was wondering why the hell I suggested my wife wear that fucking red dress. Every damn male in the place had their eyes either glued to her ass or her tits. It was driving me insane. I wanted to kill every one of the fuckers, but it was my own damn fault. Note to self, only allow wife to wear red dress in the apartment and when no one else is around.

"Damn, Binkie. You look like you're ready to burn down the entire place with everyone still inside," Lester teased me.

"Don't tempt me," I growled back at him.

His date, Kari, just looked at us like we had two heads. "What's the problem?" she asked.

I didn't want to answer and sound like an ass and my wife must have noticed because she answered for me. "My husband is obviously regretting his decision to have me wear this dress."

"But you look hot in it," Kari said with a wink.

Wait! Back the fuck up. Oh hell no. She is not hitting on my wife!

"Thanks," Steph said. "This is the first time in a few months that I've been able to wear anything nice and I think Matthew is a little on edge." She squeezed my leg and I calmed down some, but not near enough.

"Who's Matthew?" Kari asked. Jose Jalapeño on a stick, was she not listening when we did the fucking introductions?

"Binkie's real name is Matthew," Lester told her. Damn man, where the hell do you find them? Tall, big tits (probably fake), blonde hair (I'm assuming real, but you know what assuming does), and I swear to God, she had an ass implant!

"Oh, so is Lester your real name?" she asked, and I wanted to bang her head on the table. Does she not remember a damn thing she asks? She asked not more than five minutes ago if Lester had a nickname and he told her no. He only goes by Lester!

When Kari finally excused herself to the restroom, I looked across the table, "Dude, what the fuck is that?"

"I don't have a clue. This is not how she was the other night, I swear," he whispered.

"Have you fucked her yet?" was my next question… and the question to get me slapped upside the head by my wife and that fucking hurt! "What?" I asked her while rubbing the back of my head.

"That is quite rude, Matthew Adrian Cooper. Why would you ask such a question?"

"It's okay, Beautiful. He knows me," Lester said with a smile. "Last weekend."

Give me a gun! Oh wait, I have a gun. Three guns actually. Four if my wife is dressed. I could hit him so many fucking times they'd never know which one finally killed him. "Why the fuck did you sleep with her? Now you know she's gonna hang around."

"I was horny!" he said a little too loud and caused the people at the table next to us to turn and look.

"He auditioning for part in a movie," Stephanie explained and I had to slam down my blank face. I couldn't breathe for fear of busting out laughing. The couple nodded and turned back to their food. "Les, sweetie, I hate to say it, but this isn't the one. She doesn't listen, she asks the same questions all the time. She's an airhead, hun."

"Yeah, I figured that out just a few minutes ago."

"Where did you find her?" I asked. I just had to know so I knew where to tell him to stay away from.

"She was at the hospital when I took a skip in with Zero. She was there waiting for a friend to get out of surgery. We started talking and she asked what I did for work; she saw the RangeMan shirt and the guns. We started talking and here we are."

Before any of us could respond, Kari returned to the table. "Sorry, but I have a schedule I have to keep. If I mess it up, then I'm miserable for a few days."

"Oh, do we need to go?" Stephanie asked. Like me, she assumed that the schedule was some sort of exercise or work thing.

"Oh no. I just went." Kari looked at our confused faces and decided to fill us in on her schedule… which I really wish she hadn't done. Guess Kari has to take a piss every thirty-five minutes or else she's afraid she won't make it to a bathroom. So, no matter where she is, she has to hit the head exactly every thirty-five minutes. You know, there are some things that a person just does NOT need to know.

I couldn't take it anymore. If I had to sit there and listen to preaching of Kari one more minute, I was going to pull my guns out and shoot someone. Finally, the waiter brought our bill, and I grabbed it. I didn't want to sit there while everyone fought over who was paying. I grabbed my wife's hand, told Les we'd see him back at the office, and we headed to the front. I was covering the entire bill and tip just to get us the hell out of there.

Once we were back at the apartment, my mood changed. I forgot all about Les and Kari and focused all my attention on my beautiful wife. Who was standing in front of me. Looking like sex in heels. And she was mine. All mine. So why the fuck couldn't I move? I didn't want to hurt her, that's why.

Finally, she took mercy on me and made the first move, "Matthew, I'm not going to break. The doc said we could have sex and we ARE going to have sex. NOW!"

Yes, Ma'am! My soldier tried to salute her, but he was restrained in my jeans. I saw her eyes trail down my body and stopped where my soldier was straining to give her a proper salute and her hands reached out. Before she even touched me, my dick twitched in anticipation.

Her fingers reached my zipper and I watched as she ever so slowly lowered it. Once the zipper was down, her hand reached in and she grabbed my cock and pulled it out. Her fingers glided over the smooth skin and I swear to God, I was ready to cum right then and there.

I couldn't let her have all the hands on and I have all the enjoyment, so I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her down, I stood back and admired her in the dress and decided my decision from earlier stood. She is not wearing that dress anywhere but here in this apartment and only under my eyes.

Slipping the dress off her body, my breath caught in my throat when I saw her black lacy bra and panties. There was hardly anything to them. Fuck, she'd probably cover more with three Band-Aids. One on each nipple and one on her…. Holy fucking shit! She is bare. Completely bare. Fuck me, I'm going to die a happy man tonight!

"You like?" she whispered as her hand slid down her body.

"Very much," I replied and realized my voice had dropped a few octaves. When I saw her fingers touch her lower lips, I knew I was right. I was going to die.

"Show me how much," she begged as she slid the panties, if you can really call them that, off. I watched as her fingers came back up and tweaked her nipples. When the hell did she lose the bra? Oh fuck… if I'm going to die happy, I better get started. I'll figure out what happened to the bra later. Right now I have a very wet wife that I'm about to please.

Sometime later, who the hell knows when, I heard the phone ringing in the background. I figured it was Lester and I could deal with him later; if I'm still alive. Right now my wife is sitting on the edge of the bed with my very hard and throbbing cock in her mouth. My legs feel like they are about to give out; I'm not sure how much more I can take, but I'm sure as hell willing to find out.