"Does this make me look fat? Of course it does. I AM fat. Oh why did I ever agree to this. I'm going to call and cancel!"
Cindy was wearing an uncharacteristically tight dress. Her normal attire of late has been pants and baggy tops. It DID make her look a little fat, but I haven't lived 61 years by answering questions like that one.
"It's a little late to cancel, Jim will be here soon. If he thought you were too fat, he wouldn't have agreed to have you escort him to the awards dinner. We have talked about this."
Jim was a neighbor who was also a friend. A friend that was not especially close. He was the kind who would loan you his lawnmower in a pinch. And as of tonight, one who would borrow your wife for the evening. In a pinch.
"I wish you wouldn't use the word, escort; it makes me sound like a prostitute."
"Well, if the stiletto heeled shoe fits!"
More remarks like that and I won't see 62.
"I keep telling you there WILL NOT be any fooling around tonight. We will go to the dinner, sit through a boring program, and come back home. I am only doing this as a favor."
Jim was up for an award from a civic group, the Lions Club, the Kiwanis, or whatever it was he belonged to and he thought it would look better if he had someone to take as a date. I suggested Cindy. At first he scoffed at the idea, but after a fruitless search he took me up on my offer. He was appreciative and promised nothing would happen. I wasn't especially worried.
Now that he had agreed to take Cindy, I had to convince her. At first it was "Hell no."
But she relented when she realized how harmless it would be. After all. we had been active swingers a few years earlier when we were in our 40's. So, there was the unspoken understanding that if anything happened tonight, it would not be out of character. Nor would it jeopardize our relationship.
"Jim is a handsome man. What do you and your friends call them, 'pantie droppers'?"
"There won't be any panties dropping tonight!"
"Be that as it may, I think Jim would be pleasantly surprised if he got a slobbery goodnight kiss."
"You would like that."
"I'm just saying."
"What if I do give him this wet, slobbery, tongue wrestling kiss? What if he wants more?"
"Same as it was years ago. It's up to you."
We both knew if it came to that, he would certainly want more. Since he moved in across the street, he had been flirting with Cindy. He was divorced. And probably horny, too. Anything could happen.
"He won't want an old fat woman like me, anyway."
I looked at her closely. She was 6 months short of her 60th birthday. She stood 5'2" with about 40 well distributed extra pounds. Fortunately some of that weight found its way to her already sizable tits. Her round ass was another great feature. But the crown jewel was her pussy. Sparsely haired, it had thick lips and since she had never had children it remained very tight.
Jim was a good-looking, 40-something guy. 5'10, dark haired, slender. He was the kind of man that every woman glanced at when he entered a room. His grey-blue eye seemed to pierce right through you, while his jovial personality put you at ease. It was a combination that ensured he could manipulate most people. It was a dangerous combo in a man who was 'borrowing' your wife for the evening.
"I think he will be keen to have you escort, er, accompany him."
"Men! Why do we even ask them anything?"
