It was the end of a perfect vacation. Mark and April had been touring Ireland with a rented car for a week and a half then dropped the car in Dublin, and they spent the rest of the time seeing the beautiful city, shopping, and pub hopping the Temple Bar. Mark's job as an airline pilot allowed them to be able to travel and they took advantage of it every summer, The night before leaving they had dinner at a great restaurant on Parnell Square, attended a play at the Abbey, and headed back to the hotel on O'Connell Street. As they entered the lobby, Mark suggested a nightcap at the bar. "Sounds good to me," April agreed. They entered the bar to find it packed with theater-goers winding down the day.
"There's room at the bar," Mark pointed to three empty stools. They made there way and sat down. The barkeep nodded and come over. "I'm warm and thirsty, rum and coke," April said; "Irish whiskey with ice, please," from Mark. They sat and chatted enjoying the drinks. A tall, good-looking man wandered into the room and looked around before walking up to the bar to the one empty stool. "Mind if I sit here?" He addressed April who had her back to the open stool. His voice was quiet and mellow with a beautiful Irish accent.
April turned to the man, smiled and said, "No, I don't mind. There has been no one there."
"Thank you,' he smiled and nodded to Mark and sat down. "You are visiting Ireland on holiday from America?"
"Yes. From San Francisco." April turned so as not to seemingly ignore him.
"Welcome, hope you are enjoying Ireland." She noticed he had beautiful smile.
"We have been enjoying it but sadly, this is our last night. We fly home tomorrow."
Mark noticed that April had turned more to the man, but that was OK. She was just being polite. He signaled and as the bartender approached, the newcomer said, "The name's Sean, please let me buy you a drink. Always happy to meet a beautiful California girl."
Before Mark could protest politely, April smiled and said, "Thank you, Sean. My name is April and my husband is Mark."
Sean told the bartender, "Single malt' and signaled another round for April and Mark. He turned back to April and they carried on a conversation. When the drinks came, Sean and
April clinked glasses, Sean raised his glass toward Mark, "Slainte," and began to talk with April. Mark sat and drank his whiskey, rather quickly and signaled for another. He did notice that April had turned toward Sean as they chatted and she had her back to him. She seemed happy as they talked and Mark could not help but notice that Sean was not only good looking but was also charming April and felt a twinge of jealously . . . and excitement at the thought she might be attracted to Sean.
As Mark drank his third whiskey, he watched as Sean reached out and touched April's arm, gently just above her wrist, thinking, "why doesn't she pull back?" He couldn't hear their conversation, the tones were low but it was obvious that he was complimenting her and she was eating it up. Why did he feel his own cock harden a bit? Sean signaled for another round of drinks. And after twenty minutes, another round.
The crowd had thinned until most of the tables had emptied and there were only three of them sitting at the bar, April was still turned toward Sean who reached up and caressed April's face. Mark noticed but it didn't make him jealous, instead, he couldn't stop the feeling of excitement that overwhelmed him, that forbidden feeling of knowing that another man found his wife sexually attractive. April was attractive, he knew that. When he first saw her seven years ago he fell in love with her. He was the captain on an airline commercial airline flight that had landed at LHR, London's airport, and the crew was checking in.
They had to wait a few minutes because the hotel was having a photoshoot for an advertising brochure and the "couple," two models, were being photographed as they enjoyed the hotel room, hotel food, hotel bar, hotel balcony. The airline crew happened to come in when they were setting up for the couple "registering at the reception desk."
The female model was a gorgeous Eurasian woman with black hair done up like a ballerina, those Asian almond eyes that were a startling blue! He found out later that her dad was English and her mother was Japanese and both genes showed in her eyes. Like most models, she was leggy and slender with small boobs, but he was smitten and made the decision to talk to her. Six months later they were married.
At the time, the idea of another man wanting her for sex would have raised his protective instincts. But somehow, he found it sexually appealing to see Sean's interest in April . . . and her reaction. So when she turned and said, "Sean invited us to his room for a drink," he said, "Sure, why not?"
Sean dropped a few bills on the bar and they left. To see them walking down the hall to the elevators, a bystander would have thought Sean and April were the married couple with Mark a casual friend. When they arrived at the elevators, Sean pushed the button, the door opened, he gestured for April to step in and followed her; Mark followed behind. Inside, Sean pushed the button for the top floor and as the door slid shut, he turned to April, put his arms around her, and kissed her. April's hands went up behind his neck as she returned the kiss and held it until the door slid open. Mark knew he could no longer pretend he was disinterested. The front of his pants showed clearly that he understood what they intended as he followed them down the hall to Sean's room.
Once inside, Sean took off his jacket and tossed it on a chair. "Mark, if you want a drink, help yourself," gesturing to a bottle of Irish whiskey next to two glasses on the dresser. He clicked on the radio to bring up the sound of a smooth orchestra playing The Way You Look Tonight. Mark took off his coat and put it on the chair and sat down on the bed. April's clutch purse joined the jackets and she went to Sean, put her arms around him, and kissed him again. They began to dance close and slowly, holding the kiss until Sean broke it, still looking at April, "Mark, do you want me to fuck April?
