"Honey, are you sure you don't want to come tonight?" called Gladys from the bathroom. She didn't wait for an answer because she knew what was coming. Instead, she peered into the mirror, concentrating on putting the finishing touches on her hair and make up. Once she was finished with that, Gladys pulled on a loose fitting blouse, and she purposely left about half the buttons undone. This was accompanied by a fairly short mini skirt, one that fit rather snugly around her bottom. It wasn't quite short enough to cause a scandal, and the tight fit highlighted Gladys' very fine butt. Her lacy panties left barely visible lines beneath her skirt, but they weren't all that obtrusive. She turned around in front of the mirror, admiring the view and then she eyed up her choice of footwear. Normally this outfit would have screamed out for some sexy stockings, maybe even a garter, but tonight Gladys had something different in mind. She pulled on a pair of thigh high leather boots to finish off her ensemble, and balanced precariously on their high heels. It was a killer look, and Gladys knew it. Moving around and dancing might not be so easy tonight, but she was sure to turn heads.
About the only head that wasn't turning was her husband Nick's. She came down the stairs, looking as sexy as all get out, and his attention didn't waver from the TV once. Too bad for him. While Gladys finished collecting her things to go out she asked again if he wanted to come with her. "Who are you going to see again?" he inquired.
"We're going to see Duane again," was her reply. Duane was a local musician, he had some talent an ardent following, Gladys and her friends among them. Nick had gone with her once, but that was evidently enough for him. The thought of spending the evening with his wife's friends wasn't all that appealing to Nick either, and he dismissively waved his hand.
"Go on, have a good time," he started. Nick finally turned his attention away from the television and faced Gladys. "Really, go on, I'll be fine. If I came along, you wouldn't be able to enjoy yourself, so go. You deserve it." Without waiting for a response, Nick turned back to the program that he had been watching.
"Oh, OK then," said Gladys as she headed for the door. "You don't have to wait up for me if you don't want to."
"Go!" Another wave from Nick, and she was gone. He waited for a few minutes after she made her exit, and once he was sure she hadn't forgotten anything, Nick turned the TV off and headed upstairs to change. If she was going to have another girl's night out, he'd be out looking for some fun too. In a fraction of the time that it had taken his wife to get ready, Nick was out the door.
Gladys was oblivious to her husband's subsequent departure, rather she was engrossed in making her way to the club her friends had all agreed to meet at. Duane was a hot ticket and she didn't want to miss anything. With any luck, their group would have already staked out a couple of tables by the stage, and her friends were probably already making a lot of noise. The parking lot was nearly full when she got there, but she eventually found a space and made her way inside. As she expected, the bar was packed, but she picked her way through the crowd and eventually found her friends. The interior was dark and smoky, plus with the music playing it was hard to be heard, but Gladys had a way of getting into the front of the crowd. At first, she and her friends stayed back, enjoying their drinks and watching the show. That was how it always started with them, but eventually they wanted to make themselves known. The stage was rather low, and they were letting everyone go as far up to it as they wanted, so that's where Gladys wound up.
Duane was singing at his best, and a lot of women were crowding up to the stage. That didn't deter Gladys. She pushed her way to the front, screaming and reaching out like the other girls around her. To her advantage, Duane seemed to recognize her, for she'd been out to see him several times. Besides, by this time of the night, Gladys' blouse was mostly unbuttoned, and the black lace of her bra was quite visible. It wasn't much of a bra for support, but it did showcase her breasts very nicely. She wasn't aware of it, but Duane was getting as much of a show from Gladys' exposed cleavage than she was from his set. His dancing abilities were quite alluring as well, and his gyrating hips could have been called scandalous in days gone by. This was all part of the complete package for Gladys, and when she was out here, enjoying herself with her friends, she had not a care in the world.
Little did she realize at that moment her husband Nick was out having some fun of his own. Apparently he had taken to going out on his own whenever Gladys was doing something he wasn't particularly interested in. Thus the night found Nick at a somewhat seedy bar on the other side of town. Here the smoke was thicker than the place Gladys was at, and the music came from a battered old jukebox, but Nick was in his glory. He had found this place a few months back, and found that its one redeeming value was a crowd that was always willing to pony up and shoot pool. Gladys could never stand him gambling like that, even though he won more often than not, so tonight's set up was perfect as far as Nick was concerned. Besides, the assortment of women that were usually present sometimes offered a quick diversion, and Nick wasn't going to pass up on that either. As luck would have it, Nick hadn't found a pretty young thing to play up to this evening, but he did find a mark shooting stick. The man's name was Andy, and while he fancied himself a player, Nick had no trouble in relieving him of the majority of that week's pay. Nevertheless, the two of them were getting along great and they spent most of the night challenging each other.
Across town, Duane was finishing up his set, leaving quite a few of his fans eager to see his next performance. They were also excited because he traditionally found time to mingle with the crowd every time he played, and fate found him at the bar with Gladys in tow. She was quite ecstatic about the attention she was getting from him, and she ignored the icy stares of the competition as she monopolized Duane's time. It was hard for him to ignore her, of course, and the sexy outfit she wore served her well. Even without it Gladys was quite a catch, her ample bosom and shapely ass jiggled noticeably when she walked, and the drinks she had consumed amplified this. Besides, she was a regular to Duane's shows and he could hardly be blamed for spending a lot of time with the dark haired beauty. They shared a drink by the bar, and were really having a good time talking together. He was quite charmed by her presence, and on more than one occasion Gladys caught Duane's eyes wandering towards the open front of her blouse. She would squirm away a little, but as she relaxed again Duane was able to sneak another peek. It was more of a 'getting to know you' kind of session, for while they'd seen each other out, they never really had a chance to talk before this. She found out that he was trying to move beyond bar gigs, and had even recorded a CD for a local songwriter.
"Really?" asked Gladys. "Can I have one?"
"Sorry sweetie, I recorded it but it's not mine to give. But, you can come see me anytime you want." It was only a friendly suggestion, but it drew a laugh from Gladys. Both of them knew that Duane had more than one meaning. Despite that, they skirted around the issue as they talked some more, although Gladys was now a little less discreet in trying to hide her bosom from him.