Originally Posted by piecenick
My first year in a college fraternity, we had a end of semester party. The party was held in the rented room, after we all had partied long enough to get buzzed, suddenly the lights went out. The room had no windows, so it was pitch black. Someone yelled "the grope has officially begun, you have 15 minutes starting now". I later learned that this was a tradition, the idea was to grope whoever you wanted, no one could see a damn thing, hoping it was opposite sex.
The lights went out during fast music, so my date could be anywhere. Squeals, giggling, gasps, 'get your hands off me', were immediately heard. I waved my arms around and felt someone who was definitely not a guy, I had no idea who it was, but I turned her around and started kissing her, her perfume was very distinctive, not my date for sure. I started groping her boobs, this was during the braless 70's, she not only didn't stop me, she did some groping of her own. Things were getting fun, I had my hand up her dress, fondling her pussy, she was moaning into my shoulder.
It seemed like we were just getting started and someone yelled "Two minutes before lights on, disengage if you want to". You could hear a lot of shuffling going on, more squealing, the girl I was groping moved away. Then the light came back on, everyone was laughing with guilty faces. My date and I got back together, we decided not to discuss what happened. I have a very sensitive nose, walking around and dancing it didn't take long for me to find my groping partner, her BF was one of my close buddies, she was very cute.
The next year I was ready, I knew when the lights were going out and made sure I was close to my selected target.
So, so all you have to do is set up a groping party for your wife.
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