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Since starting our family, Adam and I haven't been out much. Most of the time, it doesn't really bother us. We live in a small town where there isn't much to do anyway, and we enjoy spending time with our kids. For one weekend though, my best friend convinced us to come visit and go out to a 'real' bar. Luckily, my best friend, Harley, and Adam's best friend, Travis, both live in the same city. Grandma agreed to watch the kids over night on Saturday so we could go out and have a good time.
Adam and I split up Saturday afternoon – he went out with Travis and a couple other friends while Harley helped me go shopping for some new clothes. After we found an outfit that she said made me look like a 'sexy mama,' we went out for supper with a few more of our friends. Later we all met up again at the bar.
Adam looked stunned when he saw what I was wearing – a mini skirt, a skimpy top and high heels – definitely not my every day attire. Before he even made it over to say hello to me, I saw Travis lean in and whisper something to Adam. Adam walked over and kissed me. "You look amazing!" he exclaimed. "Even Travis said so. He can't believe you've had two kids." That certainly boosted my ego.
"Thanks," I replied. "I have to admit, I like it. I feel hot." It was still fairly early, so the bar was pretty dead. The guys had already started playing pool, so we ordered our drinks and began a round of darts. Just when I was beginning to the think the whole 'real bar' thing was a bust, the people started to pour in and the music really got going. After a few drinks, all of us were starting to be a little flirty. We were slapping each other's asses to mess each other up during our games and things like that.
I had sworn that no matter what, Harley and my other friend, Leah, were not going to get me out on the dance floor. A couple shots later, however, and I was out there – along with Travis, Adam's other friend, Ben, and Leah's friend, Dan. Adam had told me that Travis and his wife weren't getting along so well lately. In fact, she was on a trip by herself. It looked to me like Travis was enjoying the freedom for the night. He'd had quite a few drinks, too, and out on the dance floor he was getting close to all three of us women. Since Travis is a good looker, none of us minded a bit. All of sudden, Dan moved up behind me.
"You're married, right?" he asked as he leaned in close to my ear so I could hear him. I just nodded my head in the affirmative. "Cool," he said as he moved in closer, put his arm around my waist, and placed his hand on my stomach to push me back into him more. I just thought to myself, 'What the hell?' The only term I can think of is 'bump & grind' to describe the way he and I were dancing. It made me feel incredibly sexy.
The night continued that way – the alcohol flowing and casual flirting among us all. Adam and I have come a long way since we were first married. We both used to be pretty jealous, but we both know now that a little light hearted flirting isn't a big deal. Plus, we've had a couple of threesomes with other men, which have helped change both our attitudes. There's a difference between making love and having sex.
As they announced last call, we all decided we weren't ready to be done with the party. Since Travis' house was empty, we all headed over there.
Harley, Leah and I all needed to pee, and being women, we headed off in search of the bathroom together. When we found it, we could not believe the huge Jacuzzi tub in it! All three of us climbed in, fully clothed with no water, just being silly. We sat in there giggling and talking until finally, one of the men came to find us. Travis knocked on the door and we told him to come in. "HOLY SHIT! Guys, I got THREE hot women in my bathtub!" he shouted.
The other guys came rushing in, disappointed to see us all fully clothed. We joked that maybe if we had a few more drinks, we might feel the urge to take a real bath, so Travis and the others went to mix us some drinks. Unfortunately, our legs were all getting cramped, so we had to get out of the tub. Harley got out and saw the new Maxim on the counter and picked it up. "Wow, look at this," she said opening up to some article. Travis was the only guy left in the bathroom talking to us, so he stood next to her to see what she was looking at. Leah went over to the other side to see.
Being only 5'4", I got up and stood on the toilet so I could see over everyone else's shoulders. To get a better angle, I put my left foot on the edge of the large Jacuzzi tub. Shortly after doing so, I noticed that this brought me very close Travis. In fact, I was leaning on his shoulder to help hold myself steady. I could smell his cologne from where I stood. I soon realized that his hand was actually touching my thigh.
At first, I thought this must just be a coincidence. His hand wasn't moving, and scarcely more than the back of his knuckles were actually making contact. But the fact that it stayed perfectly still and in the same position, lead me to believe maybe he realized it, too. I don't think he meant for anyone, including me, to see it or notice it. Then, for just a passing moment, our eyes met. The look lasted less than a fraction of a second; no one would have ever been able to see it. In that millisecond, though, we shared our thoughts – and they were one in the same.
That brief moment in the bathroom was enough to get me going. I'd been thinking about him all night, and we'd both been flirting, in an innocent, fun sort of way. But as we both walked out of the bathroom, we realized that perhaps there was more behind it than just innocent fun. My pussy started getting wet just thinking about it. My attention quickly snapped to the fact that Adam had convinced me to lose my panties shortly before leaving the bar. I was afraid someone would start to notice the scent of my juices, particularly one of my friends. I quickly found a place to sit down and held my legs together tight.
It wasn't long before everyone started to clear out, making their ways to their cars, and eventually their homes. Adam volunteered to give a couple of them rides home. He'd quit drinking a few hours earlier, so we thought it was best for him to take them safely to their destinations. After saying our goodbyes to our friends, Adam called back to Travis and me, "Don't fall asleep before I get back!" With that, everyone hopped into their vehicles and left the house empty, except for Travis and me.
We started making small talk while waiting in the kitchen for Adam to return. We were both close to being sober, or perhaps things would have been a little different. As it was though, our conversation drifted from subject to subject. Eventually we came to the topic of Travis' relationship with his wife.
"Where is Laura, again?" I asked.
"Oh, she's gone for the next 2 weeks. Her sister is studying in Europe, so she decided to go visit. Without me. She booked the plane tickets, made all the reservations, planned it all, and got time off from work – all before even mentioning the idea to me," Travis told me.
"Wow. I can't imagine that. I would never be able to plan all that without Adam. And I wouldn't want to, really," I said.
"Yeah. I was pretty pissed off. She told me she was going about 3 weeks ago. So, I moved into the room in the basement. We basically live in the same house right now, and that's about it," he confided to me.
"Oh... I'm sorry, Travis. That's terrible. I don't even know what to say," I replied. I really did feel horrible about the whole thing. His marriage was on the rocks.
"Well, moving into the basement wasn't that big of a deal, I guess," Travis continued. "We haven't had sex in over three months anyway. And before that, it was few and far between."
"I can't believe that!" I exclaimed. I like sex. I'm beginning to think I'm the only married woman who does. I've heard more and more men saying that they go months between bedroom romps.
"Actually, she told me that if I needed it that bad, I should just go have sex with someone else. She actually said that to me! She said that as long as it's just sex, she's fine with that," he told me. I couldn't believe it. This woman had to be insane. However, she also seemed to have given me a glimmer of a hope.
