<div class="floatright">(https://www.randolphusa.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/wear-with-aviators.jpg)</div>In one of those amusing poetic coincidences, his name was Charlie. Not that Chris would have any way of knowing that of course. He wasn't sure Denise would remember either, but she might he supposed. He certainly remembered her. Several years, a couple jobs, and what seems like a lifetime ago they were co-workers.<br/><br/>Now there was an older man by himself in the clubs. There was a messy divorce involved, doesn't matter the details. Just that for a while he's sworn that he'll have no meaningful sex. Just come to places like this, pick up someone, and fuck their lucky brains out. That's why he was here tonight, seeing Denise here was a pleasant surprise.<br/><br/>He wonders if she has the same story. Divorce? Wasn't she married? He personally didn't see the appeal of the cuckhold fantasy so it didn't come to mind right off. Either way though, he might have found his playmate for the night. Wouldn't that be something?<br/><br/>Coming in behind her, he smiles, and gets ready with the charm.<br/><br/>"<strong>I guess we do have an obligation to show them how it's done. Want some help?</strong>" he gives with a chuckle and bedroom eyes.