All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.
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Sabrina looked absolutely stunning at the bar. Leaning over just a bit, her white leather mini skirt hugged and accentuated the curves of her ass. The skirt was tight, riding up only a few inches below her butt.
The rest of her long, lithe legs were tantalizingly bare, until you reached her matching white leather booties. The 3-inch heel on the boots made her 5'10 stature appear even more imposing. My wife had on a plain long-sleeve black top that was relatively chaste, except for the neckline. The V-neck dipped low, very low. Just the way I liked. Her D boobs were contained, but only just, with the push-up bra not helping matters at all.
Her bright-red lipstick and strong blush contrasted against her pale skin, and a cat eye completed her makeup. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a high ponytail.
She took a sip from the Moscow mule in her hand. Her blue eyes were piercing, every movement of hers drawing the attention of others. Damn my wife was gorgeous.
But what caught my eye the most was who Sabrina was talking to.
Standing next to her was a man in his mid-20s, maybe two or three years younger than us. His curly brown hair was faded short on the sides but longer on top, with a short-cropped beard highlighting his jaw. His facial features were strong and sharply defined, and twin studs shone in his ears.
A white wife-beater did not leave many of his copious muscles to the imagination. His jeans hugged his waist and defined butt tightly, before loosening in the legs.
This guy had swagger and confidence. He was laughing with Sabrina, his posture indicating he could not have been more comfortable or at home.
I paused where I was, outside the bathroom across the bar. The line to go pee had been annoyingly long, so I'd left Sabrina alone for probably 10 minutes.
The guy's face didn't look familiar, but Sabrina definitely seemed pretty comfortable with him. Almost like they knew each other.
I hung back for a second more. Was it weird to just watch them interact? I didn't want to be a creepy voyeur, but it definitely wasn't typical for my wife to chat up random guys at a bar, at least at this stage in her life, so I wanted to see what was up.
Another minute of observing their conversation revealed little else. Besides this man touching my wife's hand twice. And Sabrina touching him on the shoulder as she laughed at something he said.
Eventually, the strange knot in my stomach seemed to compel me forward. I would never figure out what was happening if I didn't intervene.
Their eyes turned to me as I approached, Sabrina's first, then the guy's.
"Oh my gosh honey, there you are!" she greeted me, her words sounding a little more slurred and giddy than I remembered them being when I left her. Had she gotten another drink?
"Sorry, the line was super long," I explained.
"That's okay, I'm glad you're back."
I stood there for a moment, waiting for an explanation on who the hot stranger was.
"Oh, this is Zach. Zach, this is my husband Brady."
"Nice to meet you man," he extended a hand out to me and we shook.
"Likewise." I replied, still a little skeptical of his presence. Had he been trying to pick up my wife at the bar? "How do you two know each other?"
"Oh my gosh honey, you've heard stories about Zach," Sabrina said, which didn't offer much explanation. "He and I both worked at The Coop years and years ago, when I was in school."
The Coop was a fried chicken restaurant she had worked at during her college days. I thought back and vaguely remembered Sabrina maybe mentioning his name before in stories? I didn't really know for sure, but it made sense. That explained their familiarity with each other.
"Zach recognized me at the bar, and we've just been catching up," Sabrina continued.
"Yeah your wife is an amazing lady," he said. "You did well. So how did you two meet?"
"Do you want to tell it or should I?" Sabrina asked me.
"Go ahead," I deferred. I sat back and watched everyone's body language. Zach's eyes were definitely drinking in my wife's body. He stole quick peeks at her cleavage more than once. But I also saw his eyes traveling over me once or twice when he thought I wasn't looking.
Sabrina and I caught Zach up on our relationship and getting married a year ago. He told us about his life since college. Sabrina was a lot more invested than I was; he seemed like a nice guy, but obviously I'd never met him before and didn't have a reason to care a ton about his year abroad after graduating,
But as we all got another drink, and we chatted with him more, he started to grow on me He had a charming laugh. I could see why Sabrina was laughing so much with him earlier when I was spying, it really was infectious. And the way his eyes glinted when he was smiling was captivating too.
Plus it was fun hearing new stories about my wife from before we met. It offered me a little more insight into her life from those days.
Zach placed his empty bottle down on the bar as Sabrina finished retelling the story of how he had gotten an old coworker fired for drinking on the job.
"You make me sound like a narc," he teased. "I just didn't want to have to drive her home after a shift another time."
"I can't fault you for that," I replied. "If two college kids were more professional than her."
"Oh trust me, we were probably the most professional ones there," Zach laughed, and he pushed away from the bar. "I'm running to the boys' room, I'll be right back," he announced.
"We'll save your seat," Sabrina declared, and just the two of us were left alone.
"So...?" my wife started. "What do you think?"
"Of Zach?" I clarified, and she nodded. "He's nice, seems like a pretty chill guy. I'm glad you've had the chance to catch up."
I didn't mention the pretty clear chemistry the two of them had been sharing before I walked up. Maybe Sabrina had a crush on him back in the day, who knew? But I knew my wife, and she wouldn't do anything behind my back.
"Yeah, it's good to see him again," she mused. "Do you think he's cute?"
I gave her a quizzical stare back. "You clearly do," I replied.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well I saw you guys chatting when I was coming back from the bathroom. And it certainly seemed like both of you were eyeing each other up a bit," I asserted, trying not to sound too accusatory but still make my point. "But, I can't blame you, I think he is pretty cute."
Sabrina stared back at me with a smile, like she knew something I didn't. "Don't act like you didn't eye him up too."
"And what if I did?" I retorted. I knew Sabrina was teasing me more than anything, neither one of us was actually upset.
"Well, he's bi," she revealed. Silence hung over us for a beat, notwithstanding the loud music playing over the speakers in the rest of the bar.
"Interesting," I replied after taking a second to think. I guess that made sense. He dressed and acted a little too confident, too cool, to be entirely straight.
"And if you didn't notice, I definitely saw him eyeing you up when you were walking over too," Sabrina continued.
Now it was my turn to be put on the spot. My cheeks flushed slightly.
"Well what can I say? You married a handsome guy."
"That I did."
We both paused for another second and sipped our drinks.
"Are you thinking about what we've talked about?" Sabrina asked.
"You mean, with another guy?" I clarified.
"Yeah," she answered. "Just hypothetically. With Zach?"
I stared at my feet for a second, thinking.
Sabrina and I were both pretty open and sexual people. We'd talked through our sexualities early on in dating and concluded that we both were at least a little bisexual.
While this led to occasional teasing and just a little fantasy dirty talk, we'd agreed to only circle back to broader discussions after getting married.
