“Jeanette really is a stunning woman”, I think to myself as I drop her off at Marie’s place. I’m working late tonight and Jeanette asked me if it would be OK if she and her friend, Marie, went to the Black Stallion club for a few drinks while I worked. Marie’s husband, Jacques, would drive them tot he club and I would pick them up again after I had finished at the office at 11 pm . “Till later, Luv!” She leans over from the passenger seat and gives me a peck on the lips. “Love you!
I give her a hug. “Enjoy it! And remember – don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”
“Come now! You now me better than that!” she smirks as she walks up the path that led to Marie’s front door. My eyes involuntarily drop to the swing of those perfect hips. For a moment I wonder if her skirt is not a bit too short. Then I look at how it shows off those long legs and decides that it is just perfect! I realize once again how lucky I am to have such a beautiful wife and drive off to work.
At the office, I start up my computer and start working. There is a lot to do and I would like to be finished before 11.
After 9:00 I get up and walk into my secretary’s office to look for a file. I look everywhere but simply cannot find it. Then I remember. Peter, my partner, took it home with him to study.
“Damn!” I think to myself. “Now I might as well go home.” There is no way that I can continue my work without that file and driving over to Peter’s at this hour would be out of the question.
Well, maybe the situation is not as bad as it seems. Too bad for Marie, but I’m going to fetch that beautiful wife of mine en take her home. The night is still young and, who knows…? The way she looks tonight… Marie will just have to understand!
I switch off my computer; lock up the office en drive to the club. I park my car in front of the Black Stallion and enter. The music is loud and the stench of cigarette smoke hangs heavily in the air. There are not many people here tonight, probably because it is a week night. I’m relieved, because this means that I should not have a problem finding the girls.
I look everywhere, but cannot find them. “Strange”, I think to myself. “Where on earth could they be? Surely they couldn’t have gone home already…”
Just as I am about to leave and drive to Marie’s place, I hear that delightful laugh! I turn around, look past a huge pot plant and sure enough, there behind a trellis with an artificial vine is a table with four chairs that I’ve missed. And there in the low light is the unmistakable blonde head of the love of my life! I sneak up to surprise them.
“What the hell..? They’re not alone…!” I feel the green monster of jealousy rearing its ugly head as I stare at the two men that are with the women. The guy next to Marie whispers something in her ear while putting his arm around her. I can see that she’s enjoying the attention very much. “Typical!” I thought. “Marie was always a bit of a flirt.”
Just then Jeanette leans over en plants a kiss on the other guy’s cheek, while stroking his thigh. I nearly have a heart attack! How dare she…?! He puts his arm around her and pulls her up against him. She rests her head on his shoulder. “The dog! I’m going to beat the shit out of him! Who the hell does he think he is?” I get up to confront them, but then come to my senses and decide not to overreact. “Maybe they’re just good buddies who are having a drink together. There has to be an explanation. No reason to cause a scene.” I sit down and decide to monitor the situation. They cannot see me at all as it is reasonably dark where I am sitting.
Jeanette gets up and leans over the table to pour more wine. She stands with her back to the guy. Shit! That skirt is definitely too short! I can clearly see how her ‘friend’ checks out her panties without much effort. He places his hand on her inner thigh and starts to stroke it. She laughs, turns around and says something to him. God, I wish I could hear what they were saying! She leans back against him and he puts his arms around her. I can clearly see how his right hand closes around her right breast! Surely she won’t allow that! She puts her hand on his. There you go! Now she’ll remove his hand from her breast and make him understand in a civilized way that he is overstepping the line.
But her hand remains on his. She makes absolutely no effort to remove his hand. Is it my imagination or is she stroking his hand while he is fondling her tit? I’m fuming! I’m going to kill this son of a bitch! I restrain myself with difficulty.
I tear my eyes away from them and glance at Marie. She and her partner are locked in a passionate embrace. She virtually has her tongue down the guy’s throat!
I look back at my wife, just in time to see her ‘friend’s” hand disappear into her blouse and into her bra. I can see by the movement of his hand under the material that he is rolling her nipple between his fingers. She usually get very horny when I do that to her. Despite the bad light I can see by her facial expression that it is indeed the case! She leans further back, turns her head towards his and kisses him passionately on the lips. I can see her tongue disappearing into his mouth. He removes his hand from under the top of her blouse and pulls it out of her skirt. Both his hands disappear under her blouse and I can see him fiddling between her breasts. The dog! He is undoing the clasp of her front fastening bra! Then he cups her two full, firm breasts in his hands and starts to gently tug on her nipples.