That's a nice wine
"That's a nice wine."
"Have another glaze."
"I can't, I am driving."
Sonia looked at him, her face drawn.
"I told you to book a taxi."
Nobody responded.
The four of them were sitting at the dining table.
Sonia and Joe were visiting Tony and Meg.
Tony looked at Joe.
"You could stay the night."
Joe looked up.
What did that mean?
Was it a simple suggestion or was there a meaning to it?
Tony and Joe worked together. They had become friends.
Their wives Meg and Sonia had become friends because of their husbands.
Joe looked over at Meg.
Meg was curvaceous and well stacked.
His wife, Sonia, was slimmer, almost flat chested.
Sonia spoke.
"We could get a taxi home and I can drive you back in the morning to collect your car."
Meg said they were more than welcome to stay the night.
Joe wanted to but he didn't know what it meant and he wanted Sonia to say yes first.
"I haven't got any nightwear."
"I can lend you something or just go nude."
Joe's cock sprang up. If Meg went nude then Sonia must as well.
He still didn't ask what sleeping arrangements were planned.
If they were in separate rooms he might not see Sonia unclothed.
Maybe they planned a wife swap. That made his cock stiffer and his imagination ran wild.
Oh hang on. He thought someone at work mentioning that Tony was bi.
Fuck.
Should he say anything or not?
Tony poured him another glass of wine, assuming they were staying.
They had had dinner and were now relaxed.
They moved over to the sofa set and the ladies sat together.
They both kicked off their shoes and swung their legs up. Joe got a view of Sonia's thighs.
He was still hard and her legs attracted him.
