The princess works with me. She is stunning, the kind of woman that you can't help but stare at. When she talks, you can't hear what she's saying because you are struggling to breathe. When she moves, it's like a dance, so graceful. She is probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She is tall, about 5'9", with long black hair and that beautiful caramel tan that all women envy. Her eyes are almost black. She has high, full breasts and full hips. She's not skinny, a bit thick actually, but damn those curves. And, she has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is. She thinks I'm beautiful, but believes she's average. Lord, she is amazing.
I commented to a friend that it is a shame that she's married. He dared me to flirt with her. It was juvenile, I know, but I love to flirt. It seemed harmless enough. She didn't seem to notice and asked if we were still meeting after work for a drink.
We went to our local after work spot (it's a biker bar, but cozy). She ordered a round of shots. That was unusual. Typically it's just one beer for happy hour. The moment the glasses were empty, she ordered another round and slid her hand up my thigh. I ordered the next two rounds.
She talked, I listened. Apparently the princess and her husband were interested in trying a threesome. They just couldn't agree on a playmate. He was determined to have a girl and she wanted a guy. She asked for my advice on the subject. I told her I didn't really have any advice to give. I had been in relationships where the topic was discussed, and I'd been invited to join a few couples, but it's not something I had ever actually participated in. She blushed, unable to make eye contact, when she said she was willing to go with a girl if I would agree. Her husband had made the suggestion and she liked the idea.
I stopped drinking. I needed to think about it. I told her we'd talk soon. I walked down to the gas station on the corner and bought a large coffee, walked back to my car, and sat in it for a long time until I was sure I could drive. I went home alone, with visions of her in my mind.
Wednesday: Dinner for Two
We went out for dinner at our favorite authentic Mexican restaurant, just the two of us. We talked about work for a while, drinking margaritas. I hate margaritas, but she loves them, and I needed courage. I told her that I was very flattered and tempted, but no. I just didn't want to be the third party. If I brought someone into my relationship and it ruined things, I could live with that. I just didn't want to be the one that potentially ruins someone else's relationship. That's why I've always turned down these types of requests.
She was persistent at first. Eventually, we moved on to safer topics. Then the princess said it, the phrase I'd fantasized about hearing her say, "I want you." Her husband initiated this whole discussion, but she said we could leave him out of it. He knew how badly she wanted me and he would understand.
