They stared knowingly into each other's eyes, this time without flinching. She sat on the high stool holding the top of her wine glass with her fingertips, occasionally turning it in a half-circle before finishing the turn with a second turn. He stood in front of her, now unabashedly pressing the bottom of his stiffened rod against her knee, just enough to make her aware of his arousal.
Earlier in the evening, she mentally reviewed how it had come to this. How the two of them were now on the cusp of...what? She didn't know what was going to happen. She knew what she wanted to happen though, and the illicit nature of it all excited her.
Her left hand let go of the glass and she laid it flat on the table. His hand immediately scooped it up. She looked down at their joined hands as if they belonged to another couple and it registered how surreal this all felt. "Mother of two young boys, 'happily married' for eight years...now in a downtown bar flirting with Sam, her friend Lacey's husband," she allowed herself to think for a moment before pushing it out of her head. The meat of Sam's thumb rested on the full carat diamond that signified her past engagement to her husband, and his index finger stroked the engagement ring and her wedding band.
Sam was surprised when Megan bit her bottom lip and started the same movements on his wedding band while looking up into his face. The silent conversation transmitted through stares, smiles, and occasional laughs went something like, "This is complicated...Yeah, but we knew where this was headed...Not much else to talk about...We have to make a decision here..."
Sam released his grip and placed his large right hand on her left thigh. Through the material of her cotton skirt, she felt the heat it put out. His left hand moved to her waist and she instinctively pulled her foot up a rung on the barstool. The effect was it allowed him to move his own hips between her knees and now the two were close enough to be dangerous.
The crowded bar erupted and the two of them looked up at the nearest overhead television. It looked liked the Rams were going to win after all. He looked back down at her to make a quip about the game but Megan had already adjusted. She was now holding her phone to her ear. She held up her finger to Sam and began to stand up as she said loudly into the phone, "Yeah, I'm sorry. They just scored. Let me step outside." She quickly moved toward the back exit of the bar.
Sam whispered a curse and took a drink of his beer. He watched Megan's ass jiggle as she walked away. No doubt she was wearing a thong. He was hard-pressed to ever get his wife Lacey in a thong. He looked at the remaining ounce of his beer and downed the last bit before following her towards the back of the bar.
He heard her talking more clearly once they left the crowded bar. "What?!" she exclaimed in an annoyed way. "That's not part of the deal!"
Sam moved behind her, putting his hands on each of her hips. Megan kept walking. He started to follow her, but she shrugged him off. His phone then vibrated. He stopped and looked at the text message indicator that blinked at him. "Shit," he exclaimed when he read it was from his wife Lacey. "I can't do it," the message read.
He looked up at Megan, who was obviously angry. "Yeah. Yup. I understand." She added tersely, "Jay, I said 'I understand.'" She abruptly ended the conversation.
Sam and Megan stood five feet apart staring intensely at each other. The message and the call they had both respectively received made it clear that the night was over. Apparently, Lacey couldn't go through with the other half of the deal the couples had made the week before: that they'd take each other's spouse out, see where things lead...Nothing else needed to be said.
Megan began dejectedly walking away towards the parking garage two blocks away. Her pace was surprisingly fast. Sam quickly ran back into the bar, locked eyes with the bartender and held up a fifty dollar bill and placed it on the bar and then took off for the exit. When he got out he looked west towards the parking garage and saw Megan's bouncing figure in the distance.
Sam took off in a jog for the first block and a half, but moved to a sprint when he saw Megan enter a steel door leading to the stairwell. She was halfway up the first flight of stairs when he hissed, "Megan!" She stopped for a second and finally turned. "Let's talk about this."
"What's there to talk about Sam," she returned. Her shoulders slumped seemingly in defeat. "So, Lacey won't go through with it," she asked already knowing the answer.
"Yeah. I mean...yeah," he responded. "But...,"
"Take me home," Megan said cutting him off. She turned and then at the top of the stairs she walked onto the floor where Sam had parked the car. Sam followed her through the level empty of other people. The only sound was Megan's clicking heels on the concrete floor. Sam grabbed her wrist when she reached the passenger door of his car and quickly turned her to face him.
For a nanosecond they stared into each other's eyes before their pent-up desire exploded. Sam's hand moved to Megan's face and pulled it towards his. Their lips met before she submitted to the advance of his tongue. They shared an intense kiss.
Megan exhaled heavily when she felt Sam's hands wrap around her abdomen. "Ohmiguhd," she mumbled when Sam's lips moved to where her neck met her shoulders. Her head rocked back and she shut her eyes and didn't notice Sam's hand move below her knees. They ran up her bare thighs under the loose cotton dress she wore.
Before she could catch her breath, Sam's fingers were under the strings that held up the lacy thong panties she'd purchased for this date earlier in the week at Victoria's Secret. Sam had made it to another decision point. She had to decide whether to stop this but Sam was moving faster than she could put together words. And besides, it felt so good. She hadn't felt so good, so hot, so...ready in, what? Years she admitted.
Sam began to pull down Megan's underwear and felt elated that he was finally making this fantasy that he'd pondered come true after two years of knowing Megan and Jay. He'd wanted this for so long that now his passion made him ravenous. He couldn't hear anything but the strong beating of his heart and felt only the burning need to get to Megan's flesh.
Megan felt a burst of cold between her legs. She looked down between her and Sam's bodies and was surprised first to see herself exposed to the world, her skirt bunched around her waist. The small patch of light brown hair between her legs was a stark contrast to the pale skin of her hips and thighs and the small white panties held up between her spread knees. The next thing she noted was the tent protruding from Sam's pelvis. He'd apparently undone his belt and pants while she was lost in her momentary ecstasy, leaving him only in his briefs.
The scene accentuated the already overwhelming passion coursing through her that now seemed to concentrate itself between her legs. She wanted it...him, Sam. She wanted him inside her now! As if in a trance, she reached forward and grabbed the waistband of his briefs. She pulled the band towards her and then up over the engorged tip of his penis. With wonder she began her own exploration. Megan wrapped her fingers around Sam's shaft and instinctively began to push her fist down onto its length.She marveled at its girth and the more she pushed her hands into the front of his briefs, she marveled at its length.
She stared transfixed at Sam's cock before she heard him moan "Mmm, Megan." His reaction motivated her and she began to stroke his cock more vigorously. Her sense of power, the heat of the moment, Sam's swollen cock, her exposed self here in a pseudo-public place, the years of suppressed sexual desire all swelled and built a sense of urgency within her.
She asked herself, "Am I going to do this? Am I going to do this? Is this going to happen?" Slowly, her thoughts turned to, "This is going to happen. I need this. I need him. I need him..." She raised her knee causing her panties to further fall. She stepped through them with one foot and they hung over the other. She was ready to accept Sam.
Megan released his cock and moved her hands under the waistband that ran along the top of Sam's buttocks. She pushed her hands down, caressing both cheeks and began pulling him towards her pussy. She could hardly remember wanting anything more. Sam had unbuttoned the top two buttons of Megan's blouse and had pushed one side over her shoulder. It exposed her heavy breast covered by the matching bra. He then deftly reached under its cup and pulled out her breast. In an instant he inhaled the swollen nipple into his mouth.
Sexual adrenaline shot through her. Megan's head rocked back onto the top of the car and she brought her right knee up and out. She wrapped the heel of her foot onto Sam's buttocks and pulled him in. She felt the tip of his cock rub the soft skin of her inner thigh. She slid her hand down between their bodies so she could position his rod at the entrance of her pussy. The tip spread her wet lips apart and she steeled herself for his initial push. But then, Sam inexplicably stopped.
Megan was taken aback. She was desperate to consummate their shared desire. She looked at him urgently and hissed, "What? What's wrong?"
"Wait. Shh," he answered looking back over his shoulder. A sudden crash of the metal door at the end of the parking garage was followed by a lot of laughter. It sounded like a group of guys returning from the bar themselves. Both Megan and Sam hurriedly put their clothes back on. By the time the group of guys passed the back of Sam's sedan, they were both comfortably in the car trying to catch their breath.
Sam was the first to start laughing. The situation and the adrenaline brought on by the rush to put his clothes back on and jump in the car turned into a sudden release of nervous laughter. Megan recognized that they were out of danger and began to laugh as well. "Wow; that was exciting," she said.
"Which part," Sam asked in return. The memory of the last few minutes came flooding back to Megan and she grew red from a little bit of embarrassment. She smiled and looked away from Sam as silence fell between the two of them.
Sam broke it. "You almost forgot these," he said. Megan turned and saw her lacy thong panties hanging from Sam's index finger. In her haste to get out of sight and into the car, she hadn't noticed that she wasn't wearing them. The two again started to laugh in a burst of nervous energy.
"That would've been bad," she said.
