By olycouple
It was an ordinary night, dinner out at their favorite Italian restaurant. They liked the place for lots of reasons, an excellent wine list, rich food, decadent desserts; the delicious wait staff was an added bonus. She ’d been frequenting the wine bar there since before they’d even met, eyeing the Botticelli boy behind the counter...the slicked back brunette ponytail, the chiseled jaw line, the clean lines of his white shirt and black slacks. Hazel green eyes, trained to flirt just the right amount with the customers, made me lick my lips, thighs tightening. It was always where I went, for a voluptuous glass of zinfandel and an eyeful of sexual inspiration.
After my husband and I met, we continued going there, for the food, for the ambiance, for the beautiful waitress with the beautiful name and curvaceous behind. I’m sure he couldn't decided which was better, watching her walk toward us or watching her walk away. The view was equally exquisite both ways.
While I’ve always found women in general beautiful...I’ve never considered myself bi-sexual. Maybe curious, but not really “willing” to do much beyond fantasize or talk about my husband’s fantasies involving me and another woman. But years of talking was leading us closer to a reality I wasn't positive I was ready for.
On this ordinary night, we walked in through the front door. At the bar, as usual, thank god, was my Italian eye-candy. Dark brown hair, athletic physique, not too thin, but youthfully lithe, possibly 25 or so. I picture him hairless, smooth, like a carefully hand-crafted sculpture, worthy of his own fountain in Venice. Next to him, pouring a glass of wine, her hands gently cradling the neck of the bottle, was our “dream girl”. Auburn, shoulder-length waves, intense green doll-like round eyes, framed in long, black, made-up lashes. Alabaster white skin. Both of them lit up to see us (we were regulars and always guaranteed a fat tip).
“Hi, guys; how are you?” Her slow voice, sweet as dripping honey, welcomed us.
“Good, how about you?” I replied. “Just came in for a bite to eat; we’re starving for some great Italian food.”
“Well, right this way; let’s find you a place to sit down.” Her full hips swayed back and forth, making the bottom of her dress sway around her shapely calves. “How about a booth in the corner?”
“That’ll be fine.” I went up the steps and followed her to the back of the restaurant, knowing that my husband’s eyes were jumping from ass to ass in front of him, two brunettes in black dresses, a fantasy unfolding his in mind.
“Do you know what you ’d like to drink?” Her lips spread across her teeth, forming a welcoming smile, her eyes sparkling and inviting. It’s what made her good at her job, her easy way with people, her charm, her classic approach.
“What do you suggest tonight?” We counted on the wait staff’s opinions of the new wines...they helped us try new things and knew our tastes well enough to usually lead us straight the perfect pick. “Tonight we have a gorgeous cabernet from Yakima Valley...deep and full-bodied...would you like to try it?”
“Sounds great.” She walked away, hips and dress dancing toward the bar at the front.
“I see you eyeing her behind.” My husband was never very discreet about his desires. Not that I minded. I’m a secure woman who knows my man is happy and content just where he is.
“Yeah, I’m imagining that sitting on your face.” I rolled my eyes good-naturedly. It was always the same, his girl-on-girl fantasies. Far from making me uncomfortable, they usually just made me laugh. I’d kissed my best friend in college once just to see how it felt...soft, slippery, not at all my thing. Then later, I’d had my first honest crush on a fellow female grad student, fully knowing it’d never go anywhere, safely imagining things (and occasionally writing about them) in my mind. This was the first time since then I’d come anywhere near thinking a woman was “enough of everything” to turn me on.
My husband knew I found her attractive, which probably turned him on even more. So there we sat, indulging our greatest pleasures: eating rich, fattening food, drinking a bottle of sexy cab, and enjoying the service in so many ways.
We'd come late in the evening and stayed late, as was our custom, so by the time we were finishing our dessert and the last of the wine, we found we were the only customers left in the restaurant. The “beautiful boy” came to take our plates and inquire to any final requests. I was feeling warm and relaxed at this point, full and a bit hazy from the wine.
“Can I get you anything else?” He smiled and looked directly at me. I have no idea what made me feel it necessary to add, “You in a take-home container.” I laughed, and blushed, wishing I could take it back...what on Earth pushed that juvenile pick-up line out of my mouth...no more wine for me. I looked straight at my husband, silently pleading with him to get me the hell out of there before I said something else to embarrass myself and make it impossible for us to ever return to our favorite dining establishment. But he simply raised his eyebrows at me and smiled to himself...red wine did naughty things to me, for which he was grateful. Cole, my young waiter, simply smiled a somewhat devious smile and said, “You flatter me.”
He took our plates and left us to finish our wine. As the wait staff finished cleaning up, I enjoyed my night cap of port and my husband sipped another glass of wine. Our waitress, Harmony, returned with our check and an invitation, “A few of us are heading over to my place to hang out...I just wondered if maybe you ’d like to join us?” It really wasn't that odd. We'd been hanging out at this restaurant for years, and since we live in a small town, we ran into the wait staff regularly at other events and had mutual friends. So, we decided it was a good idea to accept. My husband, smiling like a fiend, asked her where she lived. As she wrote down her address and drew a simple map for us to follow, her hair fell across her face and her dress draped loosely across her breasts, baring her ample cleavage. Seeing my husband’s gaze, I kicked off one shoe and placed my bare foot between his thighs, pushing my toes gently into his dick, which was not quite hard, but certainly not flaccid. He breathed in a bit, and he quickly glanced over at me but gave away nothing as he continued his short discussion with her.
“We’ll just follow you, there,” he said.
And so we gathered our things and stepped out into the cold night air. Once in our car, the conversation was as normal, my husband making openly sexual comments about his wish to see Harmony and I together and me dodging the topic with “whatever” and “keep dreaming”.
A few minutes later, we were walking up the stairs to her apartment. Her door opened before we could even knock.
“Hi you guys.” Smile. Sexy, disheveled...she'd just changed and had obviously not gotten to smoothing her hair back down after pulling her dress off and her T-shirt on...which was fine; it looked better messy anyway. And it was hard not to notice that she hadn’t put a bra on either. She had on a pair of men’s boxers, faded navy blue, probably stolen, or kept, from a former boyfriend. On the couch, Cole and Dean and a few others from the restaurant were already pouring several glasses of wine. Cole stood up, grabbed two of the glasses and brought them over to us. Harmony took our coats and my purse and disappeared into another room with them. My husband and I sat down together on the love seat.
The conversation was lovely...politics, religion, sex...it ran the gamut from intense to dirty to intellectual...all the things a great conversation should be. Dean fell asleep on the floor in a pile of pillows, and several others trickled out the front door, leaving Cole and Harmony, my husband and I alone to finish the bottle of wine.
At this point in the evening, I was pretty much drunk, but not out of my mind. I was completely capable of continuing the conversation and continuing to open my mouth and say stupid things, which I promptly did.
“So my husband has a crush on you.” I looked at Harmony with a smile, so she knew it wasn't the beginning of an accusation or a cat fight. I felt my husband shift a bit uncomfortably beside me. I put my hand on his thigh to settle him, and he placed his hand on mine for better access at controlling what I might say next (a tight squeeze could easily translate as “shut the hell up...you have gone too far”).
“Oh really?” She didn't seem to bothered. On the contrary, she smiled a little more sexily...if that’s possible. She was sitting on the floor, leaning on the coffee table in front of us, her bare legs propped to one side, looking every bit the curvy 50’s pin-up in shorts and a tight “T”. Cole leaned forward a bit more. He was interested. But what man wouldn’t be? The conversation was getting good.
In an effort to level the playing field, and maybe to get back at me a little, my husband let loose with, “And my wife has been enjoying more than just the food at the restaurant herself...been undressing you with her eyes for years, she has.” I smacked him playfully on the knee and gasped in mock offense, “I can’t believe you just said that!”
Cole laughed, and my cheeks burned. I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. My heart raced a bit as I wondered what course of action to take now. How to get out of this conversation? I was feeling a bit cornered. Harmony to the rescue: “Everyone wants a piece of Cole...we should just add him to the menu; it’s why half the women in this town come to the restaurant as much as they do.”
The conversation turned then, to other things I can’t remember. I do know I mentioned something about my shoulders aching, however, because Harmony offered to rub them for me. I bit my lip and glanced at my husband, eyebrows raised with a nervous smile. “Okay.” I said. We all continued to talk, as I slipped down to the floor in front of her. She got up onto her knees and brushed my hair over one shoulder. Her hands slipped around my neck and down my shoulders, her thumbs pressing into the softer spot between the blades. I let my neck fall forward and hummed a bit in pleasure. I loved having my back rubbed, by pretty much anyone. It was a weakness of mine. My mind wandered from the talk as I focused solely on her palms and fingers and thumbs moving lightly and pressing firmly up and down my spine, down to my lower back. To avoid interrupting the conversation, she whispered near my ear, “I’ll be easier to do this if you lay down on your stomach and pull off the top part of your dress.” I considered what she said briefly and then decided I’d had enough wine to accept this as simply something I’d forget by the next morning. So I unbuttoned the front of my dress and pulled my arms out of the sleeves. The guys both gazed in our direction with interest.
“I’m just trying to get a better grip on her back, guys! Quit looking at us like that!” Harmony laughed off their glances as I laid on my stomach on the soft Persian rug. I put my arms to my sides and tried to relax, as I felt her straddle me and sit on the back of my thighs. She continued her massage of my lower back, pulling my dress further and further down with the circular motion of her thumbs. She unhooked my bra and pushed the straps out of the way.
My attention left and entered the conversation between Cole and my husband, certain words catching me here and there. It didn't take long for them to lose focus altogether on their own discussion and hone in solely on the activity in front of them.
“Now that is a beautiful thing...two sexy ladies, enjoying each other’s bodies,” remarked my husband. Cole replied to him, “Yeah it is...kind of makes you want to join in.” “Maybe we should,” ventured my husband. And to my surprise, Harmony responded, “Maybe you should.” Lying face down, back to all of them, I could hide the surprised look on my face, but not the fact that I’d stopped breathing beneath her warm, soft hands. Her hands squeezed my hips, and I breathed in again. No one said anything for a few minutes. And then I felt another pair of hands on my shoulder and a body leaning over my head. They were not my husband’s hands, and I felt my breath quicken with the knowledge that my “beautiful boy” was touching me. I closed my eyes and determined that I would not let myself be freaked out by this. It felt too good to be wrong. I felt Harmony’s weight leave my thighs and her hands slipped down the sides of my legs, stopping at my knees and traveling back up the insides of my legs, my dress being pushed up over my ass. Cole pulled my shoulders up and to the side to encourage me to roll over, which I did...to face Harmony, who was right there, shimmying her way, on her knees, in between mine. I sat up and pulled myself onto my knees, sitting on my feet. Cole, behind me, continued to rub my shoulders, and I pulled Harmony’s T-shirt up and over her head. Our lips met, sweet and soft; her tongue, warm, flicked over mine, and I sucked lightly on her bottom lip, the one with the swollen pout I always admired. I looked up to see my husband standing over her. I reached over her head to undo his belt and unbutton his fly, while she continued to lick and kiss my neck, so sensuously, slow, and subtle. I pulled my husband’s jeans down far enough to access his already hard cock. I pulled it out and slid my hands up and around it, cradling his balls. I whispered in Harmony’s ear.
“Suck him off. I want to watch you go down on him.”
She looked right into my eyes and licked her lips, then turned around and grabbed hold of my husband’s erect penis, slipping it into her mouth. She ran her tongue up the underside and around the tip. I leaned back against Cole’s chest. He must have taken off his shirt while I was busy with Harmony. He began teasing my nipples with his fingers and squeezing my breasts softly. I kept my eyes on Harmony, her head bobbing softly and slowly, my husband’s cock pushing out the sides of her cheeks, glistening with her spit. Occasionally, she'd glance back toward me. Cole and I sat behind her. I began to run my foot up and down the inside of her thigh, pushing my toes between her shorts and her skin. She moaned a little. And my husband moaned a little, which turned me on. Cole pulled back my hair and began kissing the back of my neck and I put my right hand behind me, searching out the zipper of his pants. Finding it, I unwrapped his package and slipped my hand around it, squeezing gently with a back and forth motion. He let his breath out in my ear. I felt the heat of it all the way down to my wet pussy.
I turned to face him, biting my lip with desire. I wanted nothing more than his face buried between my legs, licking and kissing and sucking while I watch Harmony fuck my husband with her mouth and lips. My face must have been an open invitation, because that’s just what he began to do. He pushed me down on to the floor, the view above me was Harmony’s backside, her head still bobbing slowly back and forth. I could see right up the leg of her boxers, and I’m sure she could've felt my breath all the way up to her cunt.
My husband’s moans and grunts made my thighs quiver, and having Cole’s tongue slipping up and down the lips of my wet pussy, sucking on my clitoris was like fucking heaven. I could see my husband’s face contorting with pleasure. He was watching me watching him get off, and the closer he got to coming, the closer I followed. Just before he let loose, Harmony turned and leaned over me, kissed me, kissed Cole, and kissed me again. I could taste myself, salty and sweet, on her lips.
It was my turn to enjoy my husband’s cock. If he was going to come, I wanted it to be between my lips. I looked up at him, smiled, and put my mouth around him, my hand at the base of his scrotum, squeezing lightly. Right then, I felt fingers, whose I didn't know, sift between my nether lips, rubbing against my clit and seeking entrance inside. One finger slipped inside slowly, searching out my g-spot, with surprisingly quick success. I groaned, vibrating my husband’s cock, making him moan. He grabbed the back of my head, taking a handful of hair loosely in his fist, guiding my head back and forth, slowly. I sucked and sucked, while the fingers in my pussy danced in and out and in and out, causing my own wetness to drip down the insides of my thighs. I could feel my orgasm beginning, as my sucking became quick and forceful and frantic; my husband’s thighs began to quiver, and I knew he was about to come, so I backed off and slid my mouth down as far as I could, feeling his cock at the back of my throat, and back up to the very tip. I wasn't ready for anyone to come quite yet.
I turned around to see Cole sitting on the floor, leaning up against the couch, with Harmony’s head between his legs, her shapely ass up in the air, knees spread for better balance. On my knees, I reached my arms around her and placed my hands around her swaying breasts, which filled my palms and then some. My husband got on his knees behind me. Entering between my slippery lips, he slowly began to fuck me, his hands holding on to Harmony’s hips as I continued to massage her breasts and she sucked on Cole’s dick. I slipped one hand between her voluptuous thighs, then one finger, then two, into her shaved cunt. With the other hand, I kept my balance by grabbing hold of her ass. Using my pinky finger, I stimulated her clit while I plunged my fingers deep inside of her again and again. Everyone was moaning and writhing and sweating and breathing as one. And all at once, like the crescendo of a complicated and passionate symphony, we came...we came and came and groaned and screamed out our intense relief at letting go so completely.
We collapsed in a heap of breathing, sighing bodies. Silently, we caressed and rubbed whatever skin lay beneath our hands. Cole and my husband sandwiched Harmony and I, who faced one another. We fell asleep like that.
In the morning...Dean, who ’d passed out in a heap of pillows earlier in the evening, woke up to a pile of naked bodies. I wonder what he thought. Probably something to the effect of, “What the fuck? Why didn't anybody wake me up...I could've helped...I got skills...”
Hmm....maybe next time.
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The night arrived finding Beth both excited and hot with anticipation. She was dressed to kill showing off her sexy body wearing no underwear. When Bruce knocked on the door I answered it and escorted him into our house. Beth entered the living room and gave Bruce a big hug pressing her chest and pelvis into him and then kissed him on the lips. Bruce kissed her back and he sat down pulling her on to his lap. Nether one of them wasted any time, tongues going everywhere, hands exploring and groping each other, clothes coming off. Soon they were both naked and Beth got a pleasant surprise, Bruce was very well hung. She giggled with delight.
Beth took Bruce's hand and led him to our bed. She pushed him down on the bed and went to work on Bruce's big cock giving him an enthusiastic blow job. After a while Bruce flipped Beth on her back and went to work on her pussy and clit. Beth orgasmed in minutes, fully enjoying Bruce's skilled tongue. I stood in the background watching the show.
Soon Bruce moved into position between Beth's legs. As he rubbed his cock against Beth's open pussy and clit she responded with loud moans and started pressing her pussy against Bruce's cock. As he slid his huge cock into Beth's pussy she had a big climax. As he went deeper he increased his speed and Beth climaxed again. She was enthralled with his big cock pumping her pussy, she was moving her hips and swearing, telling him his cock felt so good. She looked over at me and said she loved how good his big cock felt inside her. She told Bruce to stretch her pussy good, to fuck her hard. She was in sexual ecstasy, a place she'd never been before. Her facial expressions showed pure bliss and the sounds she was making were hot as hell. I never seen her so turned on, she must of had a dozen orgasms, many of which were huge.
They fucked each other hard for a good twenty minutes then Bruce erupted into Beth's pussy, filling her with his cum. This gave Beth another climax. Afterwards he laid on Beth for a minute then rolled off her. He'd destroyed her pussy, it gaped open with his cum dripping out of her. They kissed and he got up to dress while Beth laid there spent. She looked at me and smiled big time. She said, "Your turn!", so I took sloppy seconds and enjoyed it beyond belief. Bruce watched us have sex then commented that watching real sex was so much hotter than any porno ever could be. He understood my enjoyment of watching my wife fuck other men. He said he'd like to do it again and Beth was all for it. So they made plans to hook up again. Then Bruce left.
Beth and I talked about how well things went, and how she wasn't prepared for how much she enjoyed his big cock. It was mind boggling! She thanked me profusely for asking her to do this, the opportunity to experience such awesome sex. She says she'll never be the same again and is looking forward to more big cock sex. So our new lifestyle began.
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By Falcon88
My wife and I have been together for almost 25 years. Through out the years sex has been fantastic. No complaints on either side. We are very faithful and never cheated on each other.
Then one day two years ago we were having a few drinks and watching porn. We watch all kinds of porn. That night we were watching some really good gangbangs. Curiously, I turn to my wife and asked her if she ever thought about swinging and group sex. If it ever crossed her mind. Surprisingly, she looked at me and said she’s been thinking about it for while. So we ended up talking about swinging and group sex for hours. We got online and read stories on experiences about swinging and group sex. The pros and cons. It turned me on taking about it but at the same time I got a crazy feeling in my stomach. Nerves I guess.
So to make a very long story short we ended up having an open marriage and took up swinging. We both decided to have (safe) sex with other people until we felt comfortable on having our first group sex. All this took very long planning and preparing, especially mentally.
Finally last November we planned out her first group sex. We carefully selected three familiar friends to join in the fun. Of course they decided to do it and agreed on our rules.
So, it finally happened that November night. I really enjoyed watching my wife get screwed by more than one man. She had the time of her life. She had multiple orgasms one after another. The crazy feeling never left my stomach but I really enjoyed watching though. After the guys left we kicked back and talked about our experience. Then we go back about agreeing on what we’re doing and never to do it without the other knowing. We keep an oath of trust. Every time we have a date with someone we let each other know. It’s always planned out days in advance so it will never interfere with our personal lives. We have a great understanding.
Since last November she’s been involved in several group sex averaging 3-4 guys each time. Of course I joined in most of the time. Lots of lube is needed. But now she wants to go a little further. She wants to do a gangbang of 6-8 guys. Seriously.
Lately she’s been playing with large toys to get her vagina ready. She wants to try double-vaginal penetration. I’ve been preparing her by inserting a dildo in her while I’m inside. Very carefully with lots of lube. We practice every time we have sex. She even carefully inserts a large thick toy in her vagina while watching a movie and keeps it in there. Yes, our sexual curiosities has increased tremendously. My wife wants to explore even more and I’m all in.
Well the day we both have been looking forward too occurred this past weekend. We managed to round up 7 guys for an all night gangbang. It involved a lot of planning and phone calls. We’ve noticed that guys will be all in at first then drop out later. But eventually we got things going. That night when everyone arrived she was kinda nervous but excited to have that many cocks at once. Most of all, she finally had double penetration in her vagina from two guys for the first time. The strange thing I seemed more nervous than her. Lol But she absolutely enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed watching her. She came hard many times. She doesn’t like anal so that wasn’t attempted.
So after joining in all the fun and after almost two hours of great sex we had the grand finale. My sexy wife knelt down and we all gave her an awesome bukkake. Her face was drenched with cum. It was one heck of a hot night. After everyone left we took a long shower and stayed up almost all night talking about it. We were both so turned on that we were already making plans for the next one. But we are gonna take a break for about three weeks. It’s just going to be me and her for now.
Yesterday she mentioned about having a messy cum sex in the near future after watching a great creampie movie. I was like, a messy cum sex? She asked me what I would think about her having a messy gooey bukkake and creampie night. Having about 4 guys cum all over her face while 4 guys cum inside her. Then rubbing the cum all over her breasts. Man, just listening to her drove me crazy. My wife was willing to be explosive. But that would take lots of planning because we are very cautious. My wife cannot get pregnant anymore so that’s really something we don’t have to worry about. It’s about the unprotected sex. We do know many cool friends well enough that we can trust but still we must remain careful. Yet, I’m sure it’s gonna happen very soon.
I’ve been asked if we have taken it too far. If there’s actually any sign of regrets. Some close friends wonder about my wife wanting too much now. Our answer is no because we enjoy it and have a deep understanding and trust. We are responsible adults and are having fun. We first talk about what we’re going to do and have to both agree 100%. Any sign of doubt from either side we will not do it. We are friends with our sex partners but no feelings are involved or ever shared. We have proven that to ourselves already.
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By AdamGunn2
It was a fairly typical night at D.J.s Island, an early autumn evening. Mary and I hadn’t set anything up in advance, we’d decided to go almost at the last moment. From the second we entered the door our radar was beaming across the club, searching for a couple that might be searching for what we were also interested in - an enjoyable tryst.
Mary took a few minutes to change into what she called a ‘trolling outfit.’ As I remember, that night it was a black babydoll with a loose bodice, thong, low heels. Many men admired her legs as I checked the forty or so women, many as scantily clad as my wife. None of our regular playmates seemed to be in attendance that evening, but we had our customs, we weren’t concerned. Perhaps an hour and a half later, I sat at a table next to the dance floor, Mary was on her feet, on the parquet, moving her body, seeing if anyone would move in. A slow sequence of men approached her, danced with her. Some would take liberties such as moving their hands under her garment, feeling the small of her back, perhaps place their palm on the roundness of her ass.
I’d seen this many times before, I waited for one of two reactions.
The first was that she’d spin away from the man; it signified she wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.
The second was that she’d get closer, I’d watch her whisper in his ear. I knew the question, “Where’s your wife?” Some of them would shake their heads, they were attending as one of the few single men the club allowed, and when they received Mary’s response, they’d move away - that’s not what we were looking for at the moment.
But the man might indicate where his wife was dancing a few feet away. When this kind of thing happened, Mary would glance to me and give our special signal - she’d put one hand on the back of her head, one on her stomach. When I got the cue, I’d come out, we’d dance as a foursome.
As I approached, a man grasped the elbow of a tall attractive lady who was more modestly dressed, at least for the club. There was no conversation on the dance floor, the heavy volume of music and the thumping of the bass wouldn’t allow for speech. But I could tell the woman was interested in me, the four of us paired off and I often found myself facing this vixen. It was obvious they were as interested in us as I was in them, I could tell by the way Mary was rubbing against the man that she felt the same.
After a couple of songs, Mary led the way off the floor, holding his hand, leading us off into a corner away from the speakers. As we sat, the man said, “I’m Ed, this is my wife, Marilyn.”
Marilyn and I softly shook hands, I believe she raised the hem of her skirt to give me a view of her upper thighs. Ed had no problem seeing Mary’s legs, or where they met - she was sitting so that the babydoll was gathered to her side, leaning forward so her globes were exposed to his view.
“Do you come here often?” Ed asked.
“Every few weeks,” I responded, “you?”
“This is our first time here.” Mary gave him a look that asked for further info. “We’re just starting this,” he admitted.
Marilyn picked it up. “We’ve only had one time with a couple of friends. We liked it, heard about this place, decided to see if we could get into more trouble.”
“Trouble’s our middle name,” I joked.
Our conversation continued, where do you live, what movies have you seen lately, etc. It was a screen, of course, we were all calculating if the four of us would be pleasurable bedmates. I paid my attention to Marilyn, my wife had told me numerous times not to worry about her, she can take care of herself. My hand found Marilyn’s knee, she smiled at me, encouraged me to reach a tad higher. We bent towards each other, our mouths met.
Marilyn opened her lips to me, the kiss was ardent, her mouth moist. She licked at my upper lip, her hand fondled the back of my neck. Our tongues clashed, promising cupidity, mimicking what I presumed our bodies might be doing in a few scant moments.
We broke for a moment, Marilyn invited, “Would you guys want to go to one of the rooms?”
I, of course, was all for it, but then I heard Mary. “Uh, not right now. But thanks.”
We’ve always had the guideline that if one person doesn’t want to do something, she speaks for both of us. Regretfully, I pecked at Marilyn’s lips a last time, we stood, went separate ways.
“You’re not upset, are you?” Mary asked me.
“Of course not, not at all. You’re not in the mood?”
“Oh, I’m in the mood all right, just not with Ed.”
“Something wrong with him?” I asked.
“I tried to get him interested,” Mary revealed, “but his kiss was a little cold, indifferent. I put my hand on his leg, he was too busy watching you and Marilyn, he never responded. My guess is that if we went into a room, he’d be watching you two, I’m not even sure he’d get hard for me.” It was a reasonable thought, it had happened to us a couple times before. “Hope you don’t mind, bet she’d have been a firecracker.”
“Maybe. But you’re a firecracker too.”
We headed back to the dance floor, in search of another couple.
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