Disclaimer:
This is a fantasy. No one in their right mind should participate in the activities the characters in this story do. If you don't like cuckold stories don't read it.
Chapter 2
It goes on, Second Date.
"Things got back to normal. We usually see Mark at least every other week, what with the every other Sunday golf date. About once a month, we go out to dinner with him and often dancing after. Mark sometimes brings a date, but not always and never the same girl. According to Jerry, Mark likes to play the field. If he does date a girl more than once, it's not exclusive. Most women don't hang around long, even for the great sex, if the relationship isn't going anywhere. If they share his feelings on sex and relationship they to don't want to be tied down either.
Then she laughed. "I know there are women who share his views. I was one and until Jerry, I didn't hang into a relationship more than a few weeks. Oh some guys did get a repeat fuck, but they were one night affairs.
"Why did you settle down and hang in with Jerry?" I wanted to know breaking my rule not to interrupt.
"There was something different about Jerry. I mean he was interested in me as a person and when it came to love making, he didn't even undo his pants until I got off and gave every impression if I wanted to deny him actual sex, he'd be OK with it. Of course I nearly ruined his pants getting them of him, so he could stuff his cock up me. And, well, he's pretty good at that part too."
"I'm sorry," I said. "I promised not to interrupt. So, if you were so determined to not have a second date, how did Mark manage to get you on a second date?"
"Well, that didn't happen for a while. Mark called me on Tuesday while Jerry was at his bowling league, and thanked me for the date. It was a curious call, because it was so benign. When he started talking I thought that he'd make reference to our romp in bed, but instead, he talked about dinner, the dancing and how much he enjoyed my company. He asked how Jerry had acted after the fact. I told him that he was great about it, but I didn't recount our conversation about it being OK if I wanted to date him again.
"Things settled back into the usual routine, only when Mark was there, the flirting seemed to go up a notch and included some light fondling. That is; he patted my butt, rubbed my back in the sensuous spot he'd discovered on our date... that and I'd catch him being obvious about enjoying the look of my body, undressing me with his eyes. He also didn't seem to be self-conscious about Jerry seeing him do it... either the looking or the touching. The thing that really struck me as strange at the time was that Jerry seemed to accept the touching and ogling as just another part of our flirtation, which as I said, had gone into high gear.
"A little over a month after 'the date,' Mark got a promotion at work and told us he wanted to celebrate and couldn't think of anyone he'd like to celebrate with more than Jerry and me. He invited us to go out to dinner and dancing, his treat. Jerry jumped at the invitation without even consulting me. I thought that since Jerry would be with us it wouldn't be much different than all the other times we'd been out with Mark, so I didn't make a big deal of it.
"The night of the celebration, I complained, 'I don't relish the idea of wearing pantyhose on a hot evening like this.'
"Jerry looked me over and said, 'Well then don't. You've got a nice tan, what with wearing shorts so much. Just put some lotion on your legs to give them a little sheen and go without. No one will notice. Beside, I'm sure you won't be the only woman out tonight with bare legs.'
"Such a practical man, my husband. I took his advice only to have him insist that he also pass judgment on the dress I would wear. After looking at several of my dresses, we settled on a wrap around that had swishy skirt which stopped about four inches above my knees. 'Perfect for dancing,' he said.
"The place we went was the same one that Mark had taken me on our date. I was a little apprehensive, but tried not to show it. I don't know if he arranged it or not, but it was a little unnerving when we were escorted to the same table Mark and I sat at and were waited on by the same waiter.
"'Nice to see the two of you again,' the waiter said, smiling at Mark and I. 'What can I get you tonight?'
"Mark ordered for me without consulting me, but when ordering for Jerry, he asked his input. The order included the same wine as before and the evening began to take on a deja vu feeling, only Jerry was there as an observer. The conversation was eerily the same with only minimal comment from Jerry. When we went to the lounge, we ended up at the same table as before, with Mark and I sitting in the same place as we did that night. Because of the third person drinking we hand ended up with a second bottle of wine and I was already a bit tipsy by the time we had our first drink of the night. All I could think of was the last time we were here. I replayed the entire evening in my mind, including the part at Mark's condo. By the time the band began to play, I was beginning to get aroused by the memory.
"'Shall we dance?' Mark asked. I looked a Jerry. Always before, when we were out with Mark, I had danced with Jerry first. Jerry just gestured toward the dance floor. So I danced with Mark. Once we were away from the table, it really was like we were on that date again. This band wasn't like the last one. They started out with more romantic numbers. Mark pulled me close and nuzzled my neck. I was concerned with Jerry's reaction to the intimacy of the way he held me. It wasn't like when the three of us had been out before where he held me and looked me in the eye as we danced and talked. No, this dance was the dance of lovers. I kept looking back at the table to gauge Jerry's reaction, only to see him stoically watching us. I couldn't read him.
"When the set was over, Jerry had fresh drinks waiting for us. As a matter of fact, the whole evening, I didn't have an empty glass. Neither the wine at dinner nor the drinks there in the lounge. Mark smiled at Jerry. 'Thanks for the drinks,' he said. 'Marge here, is quite a dancer, don't you think?'
