One October, we were watching TV. Mary, my wife, was texting someone. Suddenly she asks, "Can we go to a bar and see a band?"
This was unexpected. Mary was 45 and I was 48. We used to go to bars regularly but that was a long time ago. Then she explained that some friends from her old job would be there, and I figured why not? So, the following Saturday we walked into a dive bar at the end of a strip mall. I was wearing jeans and a zip up sweater, but Mary was wearing a long skirt that covered her ample ass and a long, sleeved shirt that hugged her breasts. She had a middle-aged body, a bit of a stomach, but that shirt really showed off her curves. I noticed the shirt, but thought she wanted to dress up because we don't go out very often.
We found her friends in the middle of the bar. There were greetings and hugs, and I was introduced to them. I told Mary I was going to get a drink and what did she want? She said a rum and coke and I went to the bar, smiling.
When it came to drinking, she loved rum and coke, and depending on how many she had the closer we got to sex. One drink, maybe. Two drinks, fifty-fifty. Three drinks, for sure. Four drinks, multi-orgasm fuck fest.
When I got back, she was talking to a man. I was introduced and was told his name was Brad. He was a normal looking man, not anything outstanding, but then I don't notice much about men.
It turns out Brad was in the band, also, besides me, he was the only man in the group. Mary and I found chairs, took off our jackets and I hung them on the wall hook. When I turned back Mary was sitting next to Brad, so I sat on her other side.
Now I found nothing wrong with the night. Mary was having a good time. I was miserable because I didn't know anyone, and no one was talking to me. I didn't know who people were talking about, or what they were talking about, so I sat and listened.
One conversation I couldn't listen to was the one between Mary and Brad. They seemed to be whispering to each other, but maybe I was just having trouble hearing.
Eventually Brad had to go on stage, and that left the chair next to Mary open, but I stayed where I was. The waitress came by, and Mary ordered another rum and coke. Promising.
The band was ok. Just ok. I noticed Brad kept looking at our table. I wasn't sure, but I thought he was looking at Mary.
The first intermission came, and Brad got a drink and came to our table, sitting next to Mary. I noticed he had an extra glass, which he placed next to Mary. A third rum and coke. I didn't know what that was about, but it made me suspicious. I started watching them, and realized that when Brad was there they only seemed to talk to each other, and quietly. They smiled a lot and laughed a bit. It looked like Mary was enjoying the attention.
"Ok," I thought, "Mary is going to fantasize about him while I fuck her. At least I'm getting laid."
Brad went back to the stage, and I felt the call of nature. The Washroom was down a hall, and I did my business. When I came out one of the other women were there.
"Listen," she said, "I thought you should know that, at work, Brad was Mary's work husband."
"Ok," I wasn't sure what that meant.
"Yeah, they spent a lot of their free time together. When they worked in different departments, they would eat lunch together a lot."
"Ah," Mary always told me she didn't eat lunch.
"We always assumed they were doing it somewhere."
"Oh," That was all I could say.
"We just thought we should warn you, because it looks like they are coming on to each other."
"Ok, thanks. I'll keep an eye on it."
I went back to the table. I didn't know what to do, so I just leaned in.
"Having a good time," I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "So good."
Oh God, that was a phrase Mary only used when she was turned on. Usually while I'm fingering her. My wife was turned on by another man, and I mean a lot.
"Maybe we should leave," I said.
"No, I'm ok," she didn't look at me, she kept her eyes on the stage, on Brad.
Later, someone at the table ordered shots for everyone. Mary had hers but I was driving so she had mine as well, then another rum and coke. That was it, I was getting good and laid tonight. Who cared who she was thinking about?
The show finished, and Brad came back.
"Hey, my apartment is nearby, why don't you come back, and we can do some shots?"
I wanted to say no, but Mary was the first to say "ok."
A couple of other girls said ok so we waited until he was ready, and he gave us his address and we went to the car and drove to his apartment.
His apartment was a one bedroom with a large living/dining room. There was a long couch with a couple of armchairs. Brad put out a couple of dining chairs, so we all were sitting around a small coffee table. Mary sat on the couch and Brad immediately sat next to her, so I took a armchair and kept my eyes on them.
The booze was already on the table, like he was expecting us.
The woman who told me to watch out about Brad and Mary came with her friend, who was the designated driver, so only three of them were drinking Brad poured three shots, and they toasted and drank. Then they chatted, again about people they knew but I didn't. I noticed that Brad was sitting so he was half facing Mary, and at one point he reached out and grabbed her hand.
Another round of shots. Mary could hold her booze, she could drink me under the table, but I was worried she was having too much. I was about to suggest we go home when the other woman announced she had to go. I said, "I guess we should too," but Mary looked at me and said, "we can stay for one more."
For the first time that night I wondered if something was going to happen between the two of them.
Brad saw the other women out, then came back and sat next to my wife, and faced her, and gave her a shot.
"To old friends," he held his shot glass out and she clinked it and downed the booze.
They chatted some more, and I saw that he moved closer, then took her hand and held it. Did something ever happen between them?
A slow song came on the stereo. "You know what?" Brad said and stood, "We should dance." He pushed the coffee table back, pushing one of the chairs, until it was almost touching his TV, making a large area in front of the couch. He held out his hand.
"Dance with me," he said to her.
Mary put her glass down, took his hand, and stood. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she wrapped her hands around his neck.
