Friday evening after a particularly stressful day at work Paul called his wife. He asked her to meet him at a local watering hole for a drink and to unwind before going home. He had been horny for her all day, ever since they got up too late to scratch the itch they both shared that morning. Paul wanted to race home after work to have sex with Jennifer, but the day had worn him thin. He was in need of a drink and some distraction from work first.
Paul entered the lounge and settled in at the bar to wait for Jenn. The place was full this early in the evening but he figured it was the Friday crowd doing the same thing he was. As he waited and finished his Margarita the crowd started to thin. Soon there were only two couples and a few single guys. One man in a business suit was sitting alone at the bar near Paul. To break the monotony Paul introduced himself.
"How're you doing tonight my name's Paul?"
The man eyed Paul for a moment as though he were sizing him up. He then smiled, extending his hand and said, "I'm doing fine, my name's Don."
His keen brown eyes searched Paul's face and body language. Looking for signs of aggression or psychosis. Finding none, Don asked, "What're you drinking, would like another?"
"Yes, I would. Paul said. My wife is on her way but you know how that is."
Don laughed and said, "Oh yeah, I can relate, I was married once. It didn't work out and I haven't taken the plunge again."
"So what's keeping you from it, Don?"
The man looked at Paul over the rim of his glass and said, "I haven't met the right one yet. Besides, I'm having too much fun living the single life. If you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I do. Hasn't been that long ago for me either but I have a great wife now. I couldn't be happier. We're a perfect match. She's smart, adventurous, loving and sexy as hell. We let each other be ourselves and encourage one another in pretty much anything we engage in." Paul set his second drink glass down and motioned for another round even before he was empty.
The alcohol didn't waste any time hitting home and Paul quickly became chatty about this and that. He told Don about a home movie they had recently made. He was rather pleased with the way it turned out. The more comfortable he became, Paul, painted a picture of he and his wife and the sometimes erotic lives they led. Don now showed more of an interest. He found himself telling Don, how uninhibited his wife was. How they would tell each other their fantasies, even playing out some of them together. How she would masturbate for him as he watched and other sex games they liked to engage in. Paul could see by the bulge in his pants that Don was becoming aroused by the sexual banter. It was having the same unexpected effect on Paul as he talked.
It was then Jennifer came through the door, scanning the room for her husband. She was beautiful. Dressed in a sheer knee-length, skirt. The backlighting from the open door turned the fabric translucent. Her shapely body visible through the thin material. A snug fitted top as green as her eyes accentuated her ample bosom. Her auburn hair flowed in loose curls, at times both hiding or framing her breasts. Paul raised his hand and stood as she spotted him at the bar. Her face lit up with a broad Hollywood smile that could capture any room. She tracked straight toward Paul her skirt, hugging her curves.
Don started to comment but all that came out was "Whoa!"
Paul lightly kissed Jenn on the lips and turned to Don. "Don, this is my wife Jennifer, ain't she something?" he gloated. Don stood speechless, Jennifer filled the void by offering her hand, "Hello Don, please call me Jenn. Jennifer is just too formal."
Paul made room for Jenn between Don and himself and ordered her a drink. They soon decided it would be more comfortable in a booth so they found one away from the bar and settled in. Don sat across from the couple. He was silently replaying Paul's earlier conversation about their home movie. He tried not to stare at Jenn with her hypnotic green eyes and large breasts. He found it impossible.
They talked and drank for an hour until someone suggested they leave the now crowded bar. They decided to go to Paul and Jenn's home, for a nightcap. Don followed in his rental car. He was only in town for one more night. The business meetings he had attended being over, he had to catch an early flight the next morning.
On the ride home, Paul thought about how Don had become aroused from him telling the story of Jenn and the home video. He admitted to Jenn what he had said before she arrived. Don was surprised how many questions she asked about what he had said to get Don that excited. He thought talking about their sex life with a stranger might piss her off. Instead, she seemed interested. He told her that he had also become aroused as he related the details to Don. Even now, talking to Jenn about it was sparking his libido.
Reaching over he pushed her skirt up. She was not wearing panties. Paul looked at her as if to ask why as he enjoyed her wetness. His fingers teased her shaved cleft. She was already damp.
"You said you wanted to have some fun tonight, so I thought I would get the party started, she said with a laugh. "I didn't know we were having company."
She admitted rather sheepishly, "I and Don were kind of playing footsie under the table at the bar. That and touching your bulge excited me... he is a fine looking man after all."
"Are you telling that while you were stroking me you were playing with his feet?"
"Yeah, I hope you're not mad at me. I was just being playful."
"No, I'm not mad, but now what do we do? He's following us home and may have expectations. It's bad enough I told him about the video and got him hot and bothered, now this?" Paul said.
"We'll think of something. Let's go with the flow and see where it takes us." Jenn said smiling.
"That's Jenn, always the optimist," he thought. Paul had an inkling of what she was hinting. He had to admit the thought was intriguing. They touched each other the rest of the way home. The couple hesitated to get out of the car to let Paul's erection subside. Don pulled into the drive behind them and thankfully he too, took his time getting out of the car. Paul wondered if it wasn't for the same reason, now that he knew what had transpired at the bar with Jenn.
