This is a short version of George Anderson's famous story February Sucks, https://www.literotica.com/s/february-sucks. He has graciously authorized writers add to his story. The original version part is in italics as prescribed. This version picks up when they are at the club and:
"Look! He's coming this way!" Sure enough, Marc LaValliere had left his table and was heading for ours. I was amused by the reaction of the women at our table. Four of them primped and strutted, all but saying "pick me, pick me!" If you think a woman can't strut while she's sitting down, you have a lot to learn. Linda looked downward, and held my hand a little tighter.
"Hi, I'm Marc. Would you like to dance?" He was standing behind Linda's left shoulder, holding his hand out to her.
As Marc was approaching Jim had a feeling that this was going to be an important moment, probably the most important moment of his life. His mind was instantly filled with images, his children, their births, milestones, and the joyous times they all had together as a family. Images of meeting Linda, the courtship, their wedding and the great times they had shared. His work, his parents, and then glimpses into the future. He now saw, graduations, grandkids, and retirement. All of these images flew through his mind in an instant and left him with an overwhelming sense of dread.
Marc LaValiere on the other hand was far from feeling dread. He was elated to be on the hunt again. After football this was by far his favourite sport, his favourite activity period. The scanning of the room picking out the most delectable woman. The "plucking" her out of the hands of the unsuspecting husband. The seduction on the dance floor, the building anticipation and of course the climax, the great uninhibited sex with a willing married partner.
