"Why do we have to go out with them?" I complained to Laura, my wife, "It makes me mad to see how he orders her around."
"First of all, Lisa doesn't seem to mind how he talks to her. Secondly it's none of your business how they conduct their relationship and third, she's my friend. We have lunch together almost every day and I like her and him too. I made this date over a week ago so that's what we're doing tonight, whether you like it or not, that's final."
Wow, I thought to myself, That was a pretty snippy answer. I wonder what bee got into her bonnet?
"OK dear," I replied, "I didn't mean to get you angry. Let's not have a fight."
"Then don't complain about my friends." was her sharp retort.
"OK, OK," I agreed, trying to pour a little oil on the angry waters, "Forget what I just said and I'll try to have a good time." Lately it seems that I am always trying to placate her.
The silence in our car was deafening by the time I pulled up in front of the Baker's house. Charlie and Lisa must have been watching for us because they were out the door before I shifted in to park. They piled into the back seat and after all the greetings were exchanged, I asked, "So where am I taking us?"
Laura asked, "Where would you like to go Charlie?"
And he answered, "To the Hilton, I made reservations. I heard they have a four piece band and we can have dinner and dancing all in one place tonight. No worries about driving drunk."
Again I thought to myself, doesn't anyone else get to express their opinion here? What am I, chopped liver? No one asked me where I wanted to go. But I didn't have any better suggestion so I just let it go by and drove to the Hilton. We ate dinner and drank three bottles of wine. When the band started playing at nine o'clock, I asked Laura to dance and half way through the first number she said to me, "I'm still pissed at you. Take me back to the table."
When we got back she said to Charlie, who was seated in the booth next to Lisa, "Come on Charlie, I'd rather dance with you tonight. "And you," she said to me, "can dance with Lisa." Then off they went as Charlie gathered her in his arms and whisked her onto the dance floor.
Now I was beginning to get pissed. Where the hell does she come off talking to me like this? I'm no door mat to take this kind of crap from her. My temper was beginning to build and I slid back into the booth across from Lisa. She looked at me in a plaintive way and asked, "Don't you want to dance with me?"
"No," was my sharp rejoinder. A stricken look came over her face and she looked like she was ready to cry. I realized my blunder and corrected myself with, "Oh, I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry, come on let's dance."
Laura, in heels, is almost eye to eye with me at 5' 10". Lisa couldn't be more than 5' 2" and had to be at least a foot shorter than Charlie and she is well proportioned accordingly. She felt like an elf in my arms as she snuggled into me. She also pushed her pussy against my thigh. That, coupled with the way she pressed her pointy tits against my chest, did not go unnoticed by my cock.
She giggled when she felt my tumescence and whispered, "I wasn't sure you wanted to dance with me, but now I believe you do Steve. At least it feels like you do." She gave a little sigh of contentment and rubbed her body against mine. My cock just got stiffer.
When we got back to the booth, Laura and Charlie were seated side by side, so Lisa slipped in opposite them and I followed in next her. Laura and I stared at each other, she defiantly as if to say, 'Don't piss me off any more', and my stare in return saying, 'Fuck you, I'm going to have a good time no matter what you say or do'.
Lisa gave another little sigh next to me and she leaned against my arm. Her head fell onto my shoulder and her hand fell onto my thigh. I felt it crawling up towards my crotch. I glanced guiltily at Laura and saw her expression change, first to startled, then to acceptance and then to bliss. Just as I realized that Charlie must be fingering her, Lisa opened my fly and stroked my cock. When I saw Laura shudder, I knew she had climaxed and then I came too. Fortunately Lisa had wrapped my cock in a napkin.
The evening progressed in much the same manner, effectively we had changed partners. We had also finished off two more bottles of wine. I was smashed and I didn't think any one of us was feeling any pain so I said, "I think we better stay here tonight. I'm in no condition to drive and I don't think any of you could either."
Charlie said, "I'll get us a room."
I was really woozy when I entered the room and I flopped into the only easy chair there. Little Lisa followed me and settled onto my lap. She buried her face into my shoulder and whispered as she kissed my neck, "I really like you Steve." I just grunted in return, my eyes were fixed on my wife.
She seemed to be completely entranced by Charlie. Her arms were loosely around his neck, her lips loosely, against his. I could see their tongues dueling. He was stripping the clothing from her body and she did nothing to stop him. She offered no resistance when he lifted her and put her down her on one of the queen sized beds. She eagerly accepted him into her when he laid on top of her and slid his cock into her pussy. She turned her head and smiled at me just before she began meeting his thrusts and almost immediately convulsed from her second orgasm.
"Don't they make a beautiful couple Steve?" Lisa whispered to me, "Did you see how hard she came? Did she ever cum so hard for you? I'll bet she hasn't lately, certainly not since he started fucking her."
Since he started fucking her? When did he start? Is this why she has been so bitchy lately? What the hell has been going on? Oh, what's Lisa doing to me?
As she was taunting me and reciting this monolog, Lisa had slipped off my lap and opened my fly. My ridged cock sprang free for just a moment before her small hands captured it. They stroked and caressed it along its entire length. I never knew fingers could be so talented. She could have been a concert pianist playing a concerto on my cock. And her tongue was like a butterfly on the cap.
Laura and I were watching each other. She saw what Lisa was doing to me. I saw the look on her face change from surprise to anger, then from realization to acceptance followed by that glazed stare she gets just before she cums. Charlie had resumed his thrusting, her body moved every time he bottomed out. I watched her cum again as he filled her with his more of his seed. His body stiffened and hers arched and lifted him up although he must have weighed almost a hundred pounds more than she did.
Her eyes had left mine when she climaxed and then her arms went around his neck. I could see her kissing him all over his face and I could hear her murmuring, "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You always make me come hard. Steve can never make me cum anywhere near the way you just did."
Lisa whispered in my ear, "Did you hear what she said Steve? Did you hear that? She said you never got her off like he just did. You're going to have to live with that from now on you know. Now cum for me the way she came for him."
