Oh boy.
I guess I knew that it could happen any time – I just never really thought it would.
What happens now, well only time will tell. It's a little bit of a nervous feeling, but, you know, I do like being on that edge.
A few years ago, I was working with a group of younger, right-out-of-college sales reps. This was a particularly horny bunch of kids; some going to nearby parks during lunchtime for a quickie or two.
Well, one of these guys, Dominic (Dom is what we call him) turned out to be my room-mate when I went to the trade show in Albany two years ago. From the little time he spent in our room, mostly to change clothes, I could understand some of his appeal. About six feet tall and 185lbs., Dom spends a good deal of time in the gym; he is waiting for an opening as a rescue/med tech position in a particular town near ours – selling computers until then. Not quite handsome enough to be dashing, he has a great fun-loving, out-going personality, an unbelievable smile, and from what I saw in Albany, plenty between his legs.
I never said anything to him about our lifestyle.
.......
Saturday afternoon about 5:00pm, our daughter was picked up to baby-sit for the night. About ten minutes later, I took our teenage son across town to a friend's house. He said he would get a ride home later. When I got back home, I found Laurie in the bath, sipping her first glass of wine for the day. I rolled one and joined her to see if she had any plans for the evening.
When I knelt down next to the tub, I asked her what she wanted to do.
"Right now, finish shaving" and she slapped my hand away "then I want a quick massage. We can talk about later while you rub my back."
As I got up and walked out the door, I saw her hand cover her mound and work up a little lather. She brought the razor close with her other hand as the door closed.
A few minutes later, Laurie came into the bedroom wrapped in a bath towel. She let it slide off as she lay down on the bed. I could see, before she turned over on to her front side, that she had exposed her little tattoo. My cock started to swell as I let some oil drizzle over her shoulders and down her back and started to rub her shoulders and the back of her neck.
Laurie moaned as I rubbed her shoulder blades with the heels of my hands. "I want to go dancing, baby...will you take me dancing?" Laurie asked through her moans.
"Of course, darlin'. You want to go to Pop's later?"
I moved to her waist and lower back. Her skin was glistening from the oil coating.
"No, not tonight," Laurie was moaning again. "Take me to Shade's, okay?"
"Sure...whatever you want, baby..." I continued spreading oil over Laurie's ass and legs. Then I flipped her over and saw she had already started to get excited. I leaned over her and swiped my tongue over her tattoo. "What makes me think I won't be the only one to see this little treasure tonight?"
Laurie giggled and sat up to get dressed. I rolled some smokables for the evening while watching my wife slip into a pair of plain white string bikini panties (they just covered the artwork) and pull a country-style sun dress over her head. A flared skirt topped by an off-the-shoulder elastic banded blouse. A blood coral necklace looked perfect against the sheen of her skin, drawing more than a little attention to her cleavage. A pair of sandals and she was set to go. A quick shower, shave, Dockers and a sport shirt and I was ready as well. We got into the car and started over towards Shade's, looking for a restaurant in the area.
Thirty minutes later, we were sitting in a small dark steak joint. Laurie was drinking a kir, waiting for the waiter to come back for our dinner order. She had arranged her dress so that one side was wrapped about two inches below her shoulder and the other side was down several inches lower. I looked up to see the waiter standing on that side, admiring the top curve of Laurie's breast, glistening softly in the candle light from the table. Laurie noticed him as well, smiled up at him and moved ever so slightly, creating a small gap that his eyes found instantly. As he stood there looking, I could see Laurie's nipple growing beneath the material covering it.
She looked at me and in a normal tone of voice, calmly said "You know, we can't go home to play later." Laurie reached across the table to take my hand – the gap at her neckline grew. As she leaned towards me, both the waiter and I could see the full round curve of her breast, exposed all the way to the edge. She leaned just a little more, then tilted her head up to see the waiter lean as well – I knew he could see her entire nipple now – and said to me as she watched him " And you know I want to play tonight, baby."
I said I figured as much, cleared my throat enough times to get the waiter's attention away from Laurie's chest and we ordered. After another wine for Laurie and a couple of nice steaks (along with some GREAT service) we got up to leave. I saw our waiter holding Laurie's coat for her, helping her into it. Laurie turned into him and 'trapped' his hand inside the coat for just a second. Looking a little embarrassed but very pleased, he said goodnight and we left for Shade's.
Shade's has been a biker bar, a punk club and for the past few years, mostly a country -rock kind of place. But whatever style of music they are featuring at the time, you can be assured that the crowd is going to be mostly working class, looking to party. Laurie has made several friends here over the past few years and she enjoys coming back. I dropped her off at the front door then drove around to the back of the parking lot to finish a skinny before going in. When I got inside, the place was much as I had remembered it...hot and smoky, loud country rock coming from everywhere. Pools of bright spot lights and large areas of near darkness covered the dance floor. It was still kind of early, so only a few couples were dancing. I found Laurie near the bar and ordered her a glass of wine while she went to check her coat and stop at the ladies room.
I got a cup of coffee, took the wine and found a small table near the dance floor. Laurie returned a few minutes later, looking really hot. Her skirt seemed just a little shorter and her top was now stretched across the swell of both breasts. She sat down, drank a sip of wine and started looking around. About ten minutes later, Laurie made some eye contact with a young man who casually made his way over to our table. Looking at Laurie, he "asked" me if I minded if he danced with my wife, holding his hand out towards her, not really waiting for my answer. She smiled at him and stood, taking his hand and walking out to the dance floor.
He was actually not a bad dancer, and he kept her out on the floor, twirling and dipping her, spinning her every so often away then back. He was not the only one who noticed her skirt flare on the spins and the heat and the exertion of the dancing was adding sweat to the oil coating on her skin. Her top was starting to cling to her breasts, material damp from her flushed and moist skin. From across the floor, I could see her nipples through her dress as the material seemed to get more transparent. It was getting harder and harder for me to breathe – harder and harder to draw my eyes away from their dance. He worked her towards one of the darker spots on the floor and spun her out again. This time, when he brought her back, he held the spin out a little bit, and as she stopped her twirl facing him, I saw him slowly and deliberately slide his hand under the elastic band covering her right breast. I saw Laurie look up at him with her lips open and her eyes starting to glaze over. He looked over towards the table, making sure I was looking. When he had my eye, keeping his right hand still in the dance position, and his left hand under her top, he walked her back into the closest spot light. He leaned down and kissed her. With his lips on hers, he used the back of his left hand to move her top down, exposing her tit. He held it from underneath and slowly, knowing he had her exposed in the bright light, bent his head down and kissed her rock-hard nipple. I couldn't breathe sitting there at the table, so I stood up to go take a walk. As I stood and backed away from my chair, I felt someone behind me, so close I almost tripped. I stood again and looked towards the guy who was crowding me. "Steve," he said, "have you ever seen anything that hot?"
My heart just stopped beating – it plunged straight into my stomach. I looked up and saw Dom grinning at my wife and her friend. "Shit, that broad is so hot..."
Now I really couldn't find a way to catch my breath. I told Dom that I needed some fresh air and I would see him again in a few minutes. I went back to our car, smoked another one to calm down and headed back inside. Dom was waiting for me. "Hey," he yelled out when he saw me return, "I saved the table for you..."
I walked over to him and sat down. I thought he could see my heart beating outside of my chest. I smiled, asked what he was doing there. He said he just came in for a beer, wanted to see if there was any action before heading into the city. He looked across the dance floor at Laurie. She was still in the arms of the young guy who was kissing her earlier. "That's action," he said, pointing at Laurie and taking a long pull of his beer. She happened to look over while Dom was motioning towards her. She snuggled up to her partner, whispered something to him and kissed him lightly on the mouth. Then he smiled at her, twirled her one more time (Dom and I could see her panties clearly) and she started walking towards the table with a big smile on her face. She walked directly to me and leaned down to kiss me. "Who's your friend, Steve?" Dom was stunned that I might know someone like Laurie.
Laurie looked up and smiled at Dom. I could see his eyes boring holes in her chest. My wife arched back towards me, pushing herself against the straining top, "Who's he, baby?"
"Dom," again, breathing was tough...this is the closest our playing around has come to my workplace, "this is my wife, Laurie."
"Darlin', this is Dominic. He is a friend of mine from work." Laurie looked over at him again. "Dom was my roommate in Albany for that sales trip."
