They got dressed and ready. John kept stealing glances at his beautiful girlfriend, overwhelmed with his complex feelings. His jaw, tongue and especially balls were aching painfully, but he was ecstatic to be with Erin. She had brought a small overnight bag, and told him she would be staying the night at his place. He was looking forward to spending the night with her after their night at the bar.
He drove them to the bar to meet up with some of her friends. She was in her tight dress, and he had put on a sweater and jeans. His panties felt strange under the jeans, and the tight tube around his dick was a constant reminder that he belonged to Erin. She kept her left hand in his crotch the entire drive, rubbing and tapping the steel device she had locked around him.
At the bar, Erin met up with her friends, and John felt a bit awkward. He wasn't the most outgoing guy and found it difficult to keep up with the conversation. Erin had told him he wouldn't be drinking either so he could drive her home, so he resorted to hovering in the background, enjoying being in the company of his beautiful girlfriend.
As the night went on, people drifted away until it was just the two of them plus one guy, Chris, that was there with the group of friends. John picked up that he and Erin didn't know each other, but that he had dated a co-worker of hers a couple of years ago. Still feeling awkward, John mostly let Erin and Chris chat. Eventually Chris slipped off to visit the restroom.
"Aw, poor John - I feel like I've been ignoring you all night." Erin slipped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He could smell the alcohol on her breath - he had bought her 3 or 4 drinks during the night and he could tell she was a bit tipsy.
"Thanks for being such a sweet guy and buying me drinks all night. Isn't Chris hot?"
This sudden non sequitur caught him off guard.
"Um, I guess?" He hadn't really thought much about it, but he realized Chris was attractive - tall, lean but obviously muscular through his tight sweater. He had a square jaw, blue eyes and neatly styled black hair.
"I'm feeling a bit naughty..." Erin whispered into his ear as she stroked his face with her fingertips.
"Chris slept with someone I know - Cathy at work - and she said he was sort of an asshole but he has a HUGE dick!" Erin giggled. "Aren't women the absolute worst? I barely know her, but two margaritas at an office party and suddenly she's telling me about her love life, in detail."
Just then Chris returned, and again he and Erin started chatting away.
"Baby - could you get Chris and I one more drink?" Erin asked, patting John on the arm.
"Oh, of course - beer for you, Chris?" John asked.
"Yep - hey thanks man" Chris responded.
He walked down the length of the bar. Even at this late hour, with the bar relatively empty, he had to wait a few minutes before he could catch the attention of a bartender. He ordered the drinks, a beer for Chris and a glass of wine for Erin. When he walked back to the couple, her hand was casually placed on Chris's chest. They were laughing and seemed to be enjoying each other's company immensely.
John knew that Erin was flirty, and figured her loosened inhibitions from the drinks had brought out this quality even more. He felt like the definition of a third wheel, awkwardly holding their drinks while they joked around and touched each other on the arm, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Hey John - is it true?" Chris asked, as he casually took the drinks from him, handing the glass of wine to Erin.
"Um...what?" John said, trying to play cool and fit in.
