The names within have most definitely been changed; with the hopes of somebody avoiding being beat to death with a shovel.
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It had all began so innocently. Keith had texted Joe and wondered if he and his wife Janice could join him for happy hour cocktails at a local bar. This was not an unusual occurrence for them; they had known Keith and his wife Sandi for years. Both couples had started out as part of a large common social circle. However, over time as the group approached middle age busy schedules pared down the size of the group. The ability for these four didn't, and they began getting together as couples much more often. And everybody seemed to get along wonderfully. It came to the point where Keith often told Joe he was his best friend and would confide in him when it came to talking about his job, business affairs and occasionally his marriage with his lovely wife Sandi.
Most of the time when Joe and Janice arrived at the lounge Keith would be waiting at the bar to greet them, drink in hand. Keith was an averaged height decent enough looking middle aged suit and tie guy. He liked to act as maître die of the lounge as he drank while spouting stories about himself and his important day. Then, as the alcohol took effect he would try to take complete charge as if he owned the place. Though Joe almost always brought Janice with him, Keith seldom included Sandi. Even if Sandi was dining later with the three of them Keith liked to meet them earlier and for some reason asked to keep their cocktail meetings secret.
Joe guessed he didn't like her keeping tabs on him, or his suggestive dealings with the female staff or woman patrons. Keith also liked to hit on Janice, continuously making subtle advances like rubbing her back after a couple of drinks or putting his arm around her as they talked. Keith's habit of stepping over bounds was well documented and all women were at risk. Joe wasn't too pleased about this part of Keith's game. At one time Joe, who was a half-foot taller and a tough guy when he needed to be, was actually was going to pound Keith into the ground for his actions.
Joe's work was very physical while Keith mostly pushed a pencil, and it was obvious it wouldn't have been much of a fight. Eventually others convinced Joe that it was harmless fun. He allowed it only to the extent that Janice was used to and fully capable of fending off his advances. Joe did have his suspicions about what Keith did when left unchecked. He was constantly being sexually suggestive when talking with women, virtually propositioning them right in front whoever was standing there, including his wife. Joe never understood why someone would or could do that, especially to Sandi; who was always prim, proper and respectful.
What was unusual on that one particular night was that when they arrived at the bar this time, Sandi was there. To many of the people in the lounge she might have seemed like just another forties soccer mom on a night out, but to Joe she was and had always been something very special. Although he had known her for years and years, every time he saw her she seemed to have a different look about her, or perhaps; he thought, he would just focus on a different part of her because he found her so damned interesting. Bottom line was each time Joe saw her he was dumbfounded as to what the attraction was and this night proved no different.
Sandi was much shorter than Janice, quite a bit to be honest. And although both were very pretty brunettes, Sandi was much better endowed breast wise (although she almost never showed more than a hint of cleavage). You could tell by the way she moved she was limber, and she had a wonderful ass (that Joe could never look at enough) leading down to sculptured calves and manicured feet. Joe noticed that Sandi always dressed impeccably with just the right amount of jewelry. Her hair was always done, and her make-up matched the sense of style and taste that she was famous for. And then there were her eyes. Her beautiful brown eyes. Each one was like crossing a summer half moon with a leopard. When Joe did had the nerve to talk with her he couldn't talk for long or get he'd either get busted for staring into them or lost in their intrigue. As a very gregarious guy he found this even more unusual. No one had ever left him at a loss for words until Sandi came along.
"Hi Joe" she greeted as he walked over. His adrenaline pumped from the sexy cadence of her high-pitched voice.
"Sandi, what brings you here tonight? You rarely make an appearance at these get togethers."
"I've decided to start enjoying life. Keith is out all the time so I've decided it's time for me to get out and enjoy life a bit as well."
"Well, I think that's wonderful. Really."
She wasn't aware that just seeing her was what was most wonderful to Joe. Her presence always made his night much more enjoyable. They talked and mixed in with the group at the bar as the wine flowed. Keith was his usual self, and Sandi handled him like a problem child, often shrugging off his idiocy or simply not paying attention to it.
At one point Sandi and Joe sat together in one corner of the lounge and began a discussion about music while Keith, Janice and a few other friends leaned against the bar. Joe could see Keith starting his usual routine- moving up close to his and the other wives, and trying to give back rubs or putting his arm on their shoulders. Joe ignored this- for once he had Sandi apart from the others and they were having a blast just talking music. After reaching an impasse on a particular artist they decided to try to settle a bet by looking up the song they were fighting about on his phone.
Even though she probably didn't even notice, her arm brushed Joe's ever so lightly as they looked down at the results on the small phone screen. Although Sandi had a long sleeved beige sweater on, Joe's body was suddenly bathed in warmth. This was an incredible new feeling for him, he actually had to stop and catch his breath. Inside he suddenly felt like he was lying naked in the sun on a Caribbean beach. And Sandi was lying beside him. He could feel himself starting to swell in his jeans, shifting slightly so his lengthening cock had room to grow.
"Holy shit," Joe thought to himself.
Being so much taller than her even as they sat he was able to glance down and see the outline of her body, smell her hair, and check out her tiny neck. As they looked down at the phone Joe every so casually let his arm graze against the outline of her bra before pulling it away. He figured it would be good arousal material for later, or even sooner because by now he was so incredibly turned on he knew he would have to wait to stand up so as not to embarrass himself.
Joe tried to focus on anything but her eyes or voice. He looked to the bar and no one was paying any attention to the two of them. Every time Doris spoke Joe could feel the head of his snake crawling closer and closer to the exit at the bottom of his boxers. He knew it wouldn't be long before it cleared them, and as the boxers slid up his shaft it would be free to rise and fill even more. At that point there would be no hiding this condition from anyone.
He shortly excused himself and went to the men's room to adjust his package. In the bathroom stall he wiped off the drips that were already forming at the end of his rod. He grabbed some tissue and patted the wet spot on his boxers which was threatening to soak through the fabric.
"Good lord," he thought, "what is it about that woman that drives me insane?"
