"Are we still going to go play pool tonight?"
Katie hollered across the yard at Pat, as he put the lawnmower away.
"That's why I am quitting for the day," Was Pat's reply.
"What time do you want to go?" Katie asked her husband as he walked past her and headed for the shower.
"I was thinking about eight," He said and then, realizing she was on the phone, asked "Who wants to know?"
"Oh, it's Rick. He was thinking of meeting us there, if you don't mind." Katie said as he closed the screen door behind him.
"I don't care, but you still have to wear the new blue outfit we got you yesterday," Pat said to her.
"I can do that," Katie said with a smile as she went back to talking to her friend Rick.
Rick and Katie had known each other for about ten years and, when Pat wasn't around to hear, she always introduced him as "Her best friend." She used to say it even if Pat could hear her and then one night Pat told her that if she did it again, he was not going to have anything to do with Rick anymore and that he would no longer go to her office parties with her. From that point on, she still introduced Rick as her "Best Friend" as long as Pat wasn't there. Rick's divorce had just become final and he wanted to celebrate, so he was going to go play pool with them.
"I am going to go get dressed," Pat said to Katie as she walked down the hallway.
"Are you done with your shower already," She asked as he dropped the towel and pulled his boxers on.
"Yup, I don't take long and you should know that by now," Pat said, slightly annoyed that his wife always asked the same question, despite being married for nearly 38 years.
"Don't be grumpy," Katie said playfully.
Trying to placate her husband, she slipped out of her yard clothes and rubbed her sweaty bra-clad "C" cup tits against his back.
"I want tonight to be fun, please don't be grumpy at me," Katie continued as the bra dropped to the floor and she turned him around to face her.
"You know you want to put your hands on my tits," She said as she took his hands and placed them on her plump, round tits.
"Oh, that feels nice," Katie softly moaned as her husband flicked her nipples with his thumbs.
Seeing his cock starting to rise inside his boxers, Katie stepped back and said,
"I better get showered and dressed, or we won't make it to the pool hall."
"Okay," Pat said with a pout as his wife's breasts fell out of his hands and wobbled side to side on her chest.
He pulled his slacks off the hanger, sat down on the bed and stuck both feet into the legs, pulling them up as he stood up. He then pulled a Hawaiian shirt off the hanger, put it on and grabbed his shoes off the shoe rack on the bottom of the closet and snagged a pair of socks as he headed out the bedroom door.
"I'll be a few minutes, so don't get too antsy," Katie called after him as she stepped into the shower to wash the yard dirt off her plump curves.
After she showered and washed her hair, Katie pulled a pair of black panties out of her dresser drawer and wiggled into them. Next, she grabbed a skimpy, black lace bra, slid into the shoulder straps and shook her boobs into the cups before reaching behind her to hook the three clasps that closed it. With the foundation completed, she slipped on a pair of periwinkle-blue denim pants, blow-dried her hair, put her makeup on, and finished it off with the brightest red lipstick she had. She smacked her lips together to ensure that the coverage was even, then touched up her hair with a brush and hit it with some hairspray to hold it the way she wanted it. She finished off her look with a shear periwinkle and light purple blouse that worked perfectly with her pants and her ankle-high leather boots that she loved so much. She was looking hot, and she knew it.
"Damn, sweetie," Pat said when she walked into the living room, "You look good enough to eat."
"Not now," Katie giggled as she side-stepped Pat's attempt to wrap his arms around her.
"We have to get going. We're supposed to meet Rick there in thirty minutes," She said as she grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
"Who's the driver tonight," Pat asked her, knowing it was his turn.
"You are!" She said as she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout. "I need to unwind and I'll make it worth your while," she continued with a sly smile.
"Okay, I'll be the driver. Now, make it worth my while," Pat said as he opened the passenger door to the car so she could get in.
As she slid into the seat, she looked up at him and unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse so that it was open to where her bra cups met. Leaning on the car roof, Pat leaned down and slid his right hand into her blouse and cupped her left breast, gently rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing Katie to squirm with pleasure.
"Well," Pat said as he reluctantly removed his hand from Katie's breast, "We better get going."
Twenty minutes later they were walking into the pool hall where Katie's friend, Rick was waiting for them. It was actually a bar that served wine and beer and had six pool tables that could be rented by the game, or by the hour and Rick had picked one close to the bar and paid for it until closing time.
"Hey Katie, hi ya Pat," James, the bartender and owner of the place said as they walked in the door.
It had been a quiet night, so James was more than happy to see Katie, Pat and Rick come in. Besides the money for the table rental and whatever they drank, James was hot for Katie. He loved the way her breasts moved when she walked and especially, when she bent over the table to shoot and he could stare down her cleavage. He fantasized about her tits bouncing off of his lap while she sucked his cock, but knew it would never happen.
"What are you drinking, sweetie?" James asked Katie.
"Can I get a glass of your best Pinot Grigio?" Katie asked with a smile.
"Katie, you can have anything you want when you smile at me like that," James said as he handed her the glass.
"How about you boys, what are you drinking tonight?" He asked Pat and Rick.
"A Bud for me," Rick said.
"I am the designated driver, so just a Diet Pepsi would be great," Pat said.
James got their drinks, started a tab, and then went back to his "Favorite Thing", inventory.
"Rack-em up, Katie," Rick said as he pulled a cue off the wall and Katie began dropping the balls into the rack.
"Make it a tight rack, lady," Said Rick.
"I always make it tight," Katie said as she slid the rack into position and then lifted it clear of the balls.
Pat chose a cue off the wall and handed it to Katie, who began to chock the tip up as Pat selected another stick for himself. Rick broke the rack and sank the six, leaving Katie with the big numbers. They always played the first game and then Pat would join in the second one. While there was always sex-oriented banter between the two, Pat couldn't help but notice that it had started early and was already heavy.
Katie took a drink of her wine, and then lined up a shot on the twelve ball. She surprised everyone when she made it, because it required her to bank it, which she was terrible at. She walked to the bar as she finished her first glass of wine and James handed her another one.
"Pat, are you going to get into the next game?" Rick asked, "Or am I going to just play with your wife all night."
"What if I want more than one of you to play with me all night?" Katie said playfully.
"Well, I guess I can come over and show both of you how to do it," Pat replied.
"Maybe we'll get James over here and we'll all play with her," Pat continued.
"I am in with that," James said as his head popped up from behind the bar.
