She watched him from the kitchen as she prepared a pitcher of martinis for all of them. He did not have traditional good looks but he was appealing, especially to her. He flirted with her constantly and although she knew it was all in good fun, she could not help but be turned on by him. He had this confidence about him that she found so incredibly sexy. He had light blue eyes and tousled blonde hair that looked as if he combed it with his fingers; but it was his smile that she found irresistible. He had this devilish grin that made her feel as though the man never had anything but fucking on his mind; and whenever he was around, fucking him was all that she could think about. She walked around in a constant state of arousal whenever he was near.
He was in the living room, visiting her husband; watching the ballgame. They were good friends. He looked up as she sashayed into the living room and winked at her.
"Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me, Gwen?" He flirted. Gwen smiled back and put the drinks on the coffee table in front of the boys.
"Nah, I don't have to get you drunk, Brad...I hear you're a sure thing." She gently poked him in the ribs as she sat between the two of them.
Her husband playfully pinched her bottom as she sat down. Gwen laughed and smacked him on the arm.
"What was that for?" She asked. He grinned and said he was just warming her up for later. She blushed and looked up at Brad. He grinned at her puckishly. They sipped their drinks and cheered for their team. Gwen enjoyed when Brad came over. Not only was he charming and sexy as hell, but he was funny too. She liked the way he made her feel when he flirted with her; like she was still a desirable woman. She had very naughty fantasies about him. She desperately wanted to fuck both him and her husband at the same time. She once told Luke that she would love a threesome with another guy and he had just laughed and told her that hell would have to freeze over. She took that to mean that there was still a slight possibility.
"Well now, Gwendolyn, you do realize that for every martini you consume, we are going to get better and better looking. You may soon find us irresistible."
"Well Brad...that is one possibility." She flirted. He grinned at her and toasted his glass in the air and then downed the potent punch. She quickly took his glass and refilled it from the pitcher on the table. He raised his eyebrows to her and nodded.
"Luke, ready for another?" She asked. Her husband nodded in approval and handed her his empty glass. She filled it to the top and placed it back in his grasp. He smiled and looked at her as if to say "what the hell are you up to"? Gwen shrugged her shoulders and looked away innocently. She wanted this to be the night. She had been fantasizing about this for so long and she knew that individually, both of these men were very uninhibited and very sexual. She just had to somehow make it seem like a great idea to all three of them. She figured she would wait for the martinis to give her the confidence she needed.
A few minutes went by and she suddenly had an idea. The Blue Jays were winning by three runs in the bottom of the 7th inning; the boys were in a good mood. She decided to antagonize them a wee bit.
"They are going to choke." She said casually. Brad groaned and Luke playfully hit her with a cushion.
"No way," Brad said "They have it in the bag." She snickered and teased some more.
"They will...wait and see. The Yankees are going to rally and kick their asses."
"Not a chance" Luke chimed in. She raised her eyebrows.
"Pretty sure of yourselves, aren't you? What do you say we put a little wager on it?"
"No way, my money is your money, Chicklet." Luke smiled.
"Hmmmm, well you're assuming I am wagering cash, my darling husband." She taunted.
"Oh? Well what are you wagering my wicked wife?" He purred. Brad was enjoying the exchange.
"Well, if the Jays lose, you will have to be my sex slave for the rest of the night. No questions asked." She teased. He laughed and took a sip of his drink.
"And if they win?" Luke asked.
"I'll do whatever you want." She looked at him seductively. Luke chuckled nervously. He couldn't be sure where she was going with this, but he was pretty sure she was looking for trouble to get into. She often enjoyed catching him off guard with some pretty kinky propositions and usually when she made her mind up about something, she followed through. Once, a few months ago, when they were at a wedding, she had returned from the washroom with her panties in her hand. She had slipped them into his pocket and told him that if he put them on, she would blow him in the washroom. He was no fool; and if the truth be told, he thought it was kinky as hell wearing those damp lace skivvies for the rest of the night, especially knowing that she was bare under her cocktail dress. And she kept her promise. She was hard to refuse; and honestly, he liked that she had a naughty side. She kept things hot.
He heard the crowd cheer as another run came in and he snuck a look at the television. He felt confident that she would lose this bet.
"Your on." He smirked, and put out his hand. She shook it and looked over at Brad.
"That goes for Brad too." She said seductively. Brad chuckled.
"Is that so?" He said with his signature devilish smirk. She felt herself go weak in the knees.
