We go to the local "gay bar" on occasion, ostensibly because it is the best dance club in town, but the reality is that we enjoy looking at hot people. The heat in this bar is almost palpable, bodies writhing tight against each other, sex is tangible here, a reality outside the real world.
Tonight, the bar is hopping, the DJ is doing his thing, and the dance floor looks like a single organism, undulating with the deep bass line of the trance music. Not my favorite but it beats the country bar by, well, by a country mile.
My wife and I walk up to the bar, the bartender recognizes us and has our drinks ready when we get there. They mix 'em stiff but not burnt, the way a drink should be. We thread our way to a table where a few of our friends are sitting.
Michelle is a pre-op transsexual, stunningly beautiful. Jim is an effeminate gay, laughable with his too-small shirt and neatly trimmed mustache. Karrie is a straight girl who is deathly afraid of straight men, and Ryan is a masculine gay with a slight beer-belly and a flannel shirt.
I plop down between Michelle and Karrie (who scoots her chair over a few inches with a shy "I'm sorry"). Michelle greets me and asks me how I think she looks, of course I take that opportunity to slather her with compliments... My wife takes note, but there is no jealousy there...
I am halfway into my second drink when the table talk comes 'round to sex, as it almost always does when adults get together (I think it does anyway, unless we are just perverted). I asked my wife if she would ever consider going down on another man and she kind of blushed and said "Let's see how many drinks I can have, and then ask me again." That brought a laugh and the ice was broken...
I ask Michelle if she ever still "thinks like a man", to which she replied "Are you asking me if I like looking at women?"
"Well, yeah, that and watching football and fishing and lifting weights..." She was laughing at me by then, so I swilled my drink and excused myself. I headed off to the bathroom (a two hole affair with no partition) to relieve myself and regain my senses. The rum was really cooking my liver and my brain was spinning a bit. Plus, I could not get Michele out of my fool mind.
"Shake it off big boy" Oops, I said that out loud and the guy standing there pissing looked around at me and gave me a smile-that kind of a smile. I shook my head and turned and stumbled out of there as fast as my drunken feet would carry me.
I headed back to the table, to see that another person had joined us. Derrick was a straight man who acted gay-the ladies loved him. Or so he claimed. Good looking, but a tad annoying with his lisp and bent hip walk.
He sat next to my wife, and I took my spot between Michelle and Karrie. After a few minutes, I felt my wife's stocking clad foot rubbing my inner calf, so I was glad she still noticed me...
I looked across at her, and noticed she was turning a deep shade of scarlet, and her eyes were half closed. In other words, she looked incredibly turned on, I tried to make eye contact with her, but she didn't even see me. I looked over at Derrick, and noticed he was breathing a little quickly, and his eyes were pretty much closed. I put two and two together, and decided that my wife was probably jerking this dude off under the table.
I was instantly hard, who can explain why? I mean rock solid, raging hard... And my wife was touching someone else! I grabbed a pen and wrote "I know what your doing, and I think its hot your stroking that guys cock under the table. When you're done, I want you to come over here and give me a kiss." on a napkin and slid it across the table to her...
Where it was intercepted by Michelle.
I instantly wanted to crawl under the table (and not to find a warm spot to put my mouth). She read the note, looked at me and smiled. I felt a little better...
Michelle leaned over and said "But I ain't stroking a cock under the table, not yet..." She gave my leg a squeeze, not a ¼ inch from where my hard cock lay against my thigh. It pulled the fabric of my jeans across the tip and I gave an involuntary shudder. Michelle must have noticed because she left her hand there, oh so close to my cock...
I leaned over to Michelle and told her I had to scoot in a little closer to the table, hoping she would remove her hand. She told me to go ahead and do it. I scooched the chair closer, she lifted her hand, and when I got settled, she dropped her hand again. Right on my, by now, uncomfortable bulge.
Umm.... Wow. My cock was throbbing through my jeans, I know Michelle could feel it. She stared dancing her fingers lightly over the denim, flirting with the button. The whole time, she kept up a conversation with Karrie and Ryan about sucking dick. Karrie was getting more and more uncomfortable the whole time, and I noticed Ryan looking around for something else, perhaps a dick to suck?
Jim excused himself and walked away, presumably to do whatever the Jim's of the world do.
