Carol and Bob were sitting at a small table in the jazz club in the basement of Fred's when the two men came in, and since there wasn't much room agreed to share their table.
"Hi, I'm Ted." Said the younger of the two, sitting to Carol's right. "This is my boss and friend, Alex." Introducing them to the other man.
He was nice looking, twenty-five to thirty, Carol thought, whereas his friend must have been at least forty, graying at the temples. They were visiting from Portland on business, staying at the Hilton and going back tomorrow morning. Alex had wanted to go home to his wife, but when he'd heard there was a jazz club here had persuaded Ted to stay.
"Hey, I don't mind, the boss is paying and I don't have a commitment in Portland. Not now at least." Ted laughed. Then, to Carol, "Could we scoot around a little, I've got my back to the band."
So they moved around so that Ted was sitting much closer to Carol, in fact their knees were touching. Alex offered to buy them drinks since he and Ted had inconvenienced them, and, why not? Bob had said.
For the past couple of years Bob had been trying to get Carol interested in having a threesome with another man, and had suggested a couple of his friends, but while it sort of interested her -- she'd been pretty sexually active in College -- she was afraid it might threaten their marriage.
They didn't have any kids, and while the idea of children appealed to Carol, it was the getting there that didn't. She had a knock out figure, slender with not big, but nicely shaped breasts, and the getting fat part didn't appeal to her.
Did she feel a touch on her leg? She glance at Ted and smiled and he smiled back, but when she looked away, there it was again, a touch, just above her knee. She had on a short denim skirt, so the touch was on a bare part of her leg, bare that is except for her stocking. Bob always wanted her to wear stockings, in fact he'd have preferred it if she wore a garter belt, but that was too much, so she settled for thigh-high stockings. Stockings with a short skirt showed off her nice shapely legs, he said.
After a moment she felt it again, only not just a touch, but Ted's hand was on her knee. She should move away, but felt excitement building inside her. The music was great and the wine was warming her.
"You okay?" Ted looked at her.
"I'm okay, how about you?" She smiled at him.
"Better than average, but if you want me to move or anything, or give you more room just ask."
"Everything is fine as it is." Still smiling at him.
"What are you two talking about?" Bob asked.
"Well I still haven't really decided whether I should stay tonight or not." Ted said. "It's a long way to drive. On the other hand if I left tonight I could get an early start in the morning."
"I think you should just stay. See what else the town has to offer." Carol said with a chuckle. Why was her heart starting to beat faster?
She felt the hand on her leg move under her skirt to the top of her stocking. She reached under the table and laid her hand on top of it and felt it squeeze her thigh. The music was loud and made it hard to speak without shouting, and when she felt Ted's hand move above the stocking to her bare thigh:
"NO!" She said aloud, gripping his hand hard.
"No what?" Bob asked from across the table.
"No he shouldn't leave tonight. He's been drinking and might have an accident. Besides I'd feel guilty if anything happened to him." And in spite of herself she gave the errant hand a squeeze.
That was all the encouragement Ted needed, he pushed her hand aside and arrived at her panties. Carol's mouth was dry, so she took another mouthful of wine. Just then Bob looked over at Carol and saw Ted's wrist where his hand was disappearing under her skirt.
He must have been staring because Alex asked him if he was alright. He said he was, Then asked Carol if she was ready to leave.
"It's a little bit early, isn't it?" She said, then "Actually Ted and I might leave in a minute if it's okay with you."
"Leave? Where are you going?"
"To Ted's hotel room."
Bob stared at her in silence, his mouth slightly open and Alex wondered if he'd heard right. Ted was always on the look out for a girl to screw and it looked as if he'd struck gold.
"Well.....well I guess if you really want......shall I come too?"
"No sweetheart, I think I should go alone this time."
Ted had watched this repartee in amazement and half an hour later Carol looked around at him and smiled "Are you ready?"
"Yeah.....yeah okay." And he stood up.
"I don't know if I'll be home tonight. Depends on a number of things, but I'll call you." Carol told Bob as they started to leave.
As they walked up the steps and out of the cellar Ted looked at Carol's legs and bottom, and couldn't believe his luck. They walked the short distance to the hotel holding hands and Ted's head was in a cloud. How could he be so lucky? He wondered. Carol's heart was pounding as she wondered how she had had the courage to do this.
Back at the club Alex tried not to smile as he asked Bob, "Has this happened before?"
"It has." Bob lied. "I'm afraid my wife is a bit of a slut. She's been seeing a psychiatrist because she's a nymphomaniac and for a while seemed to be cured, but this is the first time recently that she's done it again."
He felt ashamed of himself for saying this, but it seemed to be a good way to excuse her behavior. He asked himself why she hadn't agreed to fuck someone before, and with him there to see it. That was what hurt and annoyed him most, that he wouldn't be there to watch them fucking. He could imagine what it would be like, but it wasn't the same as being there.
Immediately they were in the room Carol was in Ted's arms and they kissed, and kissed some more, tongues touching, exploring each others mouths. His hand touched and fondled her body: her bottom; her breasts.
Carol looked around, "There are two beds, you share this with Alex?"
"Yes, is that okay?"
"Oh shit, I can't stay all night then."
"Why not?"
"Well, you know, not in a room with two men, and he's married and all, and....well......you know." She was having trouble thinking this through.
"Carol, baby, he's cool, he'll just go to bed and sleep. As you said, he's married."
"No, I won't stay all.........." At this point Ted covered her mouth with his because this discussion was spoiling the mood. He proceeded to gently but firmly push her back on to his bed, and as they kissed he slid his hand under her skirt and between her legs. He rubbed her through her panties, then slipped his fingers under the edge to find her outer labia.
He didn't like this obstruction, so he pulled at the waist of her panties. She reacted by raising her hips and pulling them off to spread her legs for him. He gazed at her delicious looking pussy, covered with blond hair, the same as her head, then lowered his mouth on to it. He kissed then opened her slit with his fingers, taking in the musk rising from it. This was too much, and his tongue slipped into the pink groove in front of him.
His tongue touched Carol's clitoris making her jump then give a deep sigh. He started to lick in earnest as she groaned in delight and spread her legs wider. His licking was setting her on fire, she wanted more, more.
Ted reared back, ripped off his shoes, pants and underwear, revealing a large rod sticking straight out in front of him. Carol quickly pulled off her skirt and blouse and her bra was undone, she saw that thing and wanted it, spreading her legs still wider.
