After Linda and I worked through her night with Mark, we came to an understanding. I had told her early on I was not averse to her seeking a little variety, as long as I knew about it. While the night she and Mark got together was something she had not planned, it did test our marriage. After some discussion, I reassured her that, yes, I was serious about letting her out to play occasionally, on the conditions that she did not get emotionally entangled, and I knew about her affairs. I would get the same courtesy from her, and the same rules would apply to me. We agreed that since no one person can meet all the needs of another, and sometimes a little variety was a good thing, we could do this without it causing a problem going forward. Now that we had this understanding, we could let the fun begin.
She started dating Mark about once a week, and I rekindled a couple of relationships I had before we got married. There were two ladies I saw most. The first was Joanne, one of the techs at our local pharmacy. She was in her early 60's, slender with dirty blonde hair and a few streaks of gray that I thought were incredibly sexy, a pretty face, nice legs, B cup tits, and a lot of fun to be around; think Tara Lipinski at 60. I had known her for over 20 years at that point, so we were already familiar with each other, though we had gone to bed only a few times up til then. My other friend was Beverly, a blonde with bright blue eyes in her early 60's but more heavily built. She worked in the bank where we had several accounts. She was not fat, but where Joanne was 5'1" and skinny, Beverly was 5'8" and large boned, with D cup breasts and muscular thighs. She was quite curvaceous, and very attractive. Linda knew both ladies, and they got along well. After we'd gone on our respective dates, we'd swap stories when we got home, which always led to intensely hot sex. Occasionally, Linda and Mark would go on an overnight date; on those nights I'd almost always have Beverly over, since she was more inclined to spend the night, where Joanne was more of a date screw. We'd go to one of the local country music clubs, where she enjoyed dancing. Most of the time we'd wind up screwing in the back of my car out in the parking lot afterwards, always a lot of fun, then go our separate ways. Sometimes we'd go back to either my house or her apartment, but never spent the night.
I told Linda I wanted to see her in action with her new friend. Realizing that it might make them both nervous if I were there in the room, we came up with another plan. Linda would meet him out somewhere-after work, at a club, or some other place-where they could have their encounter in a setting that was neutral, but where I could see them without being obvious. Since they had already used the van, Linda and I figured he was comfortable with that, and it would not be hard for her to get him in it for a rendezvous. Thus, we concocted a plan, which we put into action later that spring once the weather warmed up.
Linda usually saw him during the week after she got off work. During one of these late night meals, she'd offer to meet him at a local club, and they'd leave to go out to the van. I'd sit in my car in a nearby space to watch the fun. One Thursday in late May, Linda came home and told me she had set up a date for Saturday. She'd meet Mark at a place called Flashbacks, a local bar that featured mostly a 70's theme.
The bar was downtown on a street that had several bars and restaurants, as it was near the business district. It was also near a large parking garage, which would allow us to set up the van so I could see into it while Linda and Mark had their get together. We made a trip there the next day so we could see how best to set up our vehicles, and also to make sure the van would clear the roof in the garage. It did, and we were able to work out a way to park so that I'd be able to see into the van with a good enough angle to watch what was going on. The plan was a go.
Saturday night came, and we went into action. Linda wore a sun dress with a floral print, cut low so that when she leaned forward, anyone looking could see most of her nicely shaped boobs, since she had to go braless in it. The hem came about midway down her thighs. Sandals with a 3" heel accentuated the curve of her calves. She looked sweet. Except that we were setting up this meeting, I'd have taken her right there.
We had parked the van downtown earlier in the day, on one of the upper levels of the garage. Even on a Saturday night, there were usually not too many cars parked that high up, which all but assured we'd have a good chance of making my observation possible, and that no one was likely to interrupt the action. I pulled into the spot we had selected, a couple over from the van, so my later arrival at the car would not be quite so obvious, but where I could see what was going on inside. We left the shades up on the large windows, which, when the interior light was on, would give me a decent view into the van. We walked down to the street and toward the bar. As we approached the entrance, I gave Linda a kiss, wished her luck, and let her walk in ahead of me.
I waited a couple of minutes to let Linda get ahead of me and up to the bar, just in case her friend was already there. I then went in. She was already getting a glass of wine as I walked past without acknowledging her. I went down to the other end of the bar and got a beer, settling in to watch a ball game, but with one eye in Linda's direction. The bar was dark, so I would not be obvious to anyone looking. It didn't take long for someone to approach her. I watched as she fended off a guy I figured to be in his 40's. A few minutes later, another man, younger, he looked to be early 30's, came and sat down next to Linda. They struck up a conversation. He must have asked her to dance, because they soon were off to the dance floor. I was OK with this, as I had told Linda when we were planning this to just go with the flow at the bar. I knew where it was going if Mark showed up. If he didn't show by a certain time, we'd see how she did on her own.
Linda and her dance partner were soon back from the dance floor. They had a brief conversation at the bar, and he was gone. She later told me she had told him she was meeting someone, so he'd be out of the way when Mark arrived. He gave her his number, and she did find him attractive, so he might be a good hook up partner in the future.
After we'd been there about 30 minutes, a young looking blond kid with curly hair came in and looked around. He saw Linda sitting at the bar and went over to her, giving her a kiss. He pulled up a barstool and sat, getting a beer and another glass of wine for Linda. They chatted for a few moments, then got up to dance when a slow song came on. I watched from down at the end of the bar as he led her across the floor. I knew with a slow song, there would be lots of close contact. They started dancing close together, Mark kissing Linda on top of her head, holding her close around the small of her back. She laid her head on his shoulder as they danced. I saw him move his right hand down to her ass, pulling her to him. Linda smiled as she felt him cupping her ass cheek. His left hand reached up to her chin, raising it to him. He kissed her softly a couple of times. Linda shot a glance at me when she was turned so she could see me, but his back was to me. I smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She laid her head back onto his shoulder.
