She is beautiful. Everything about her is exotic. With long, dark hair, deep brown eyes, full lips, luscious breasts, a flat stomach to accentuate her curvy hips, long legs and well-manicured feet, she is a knock-out.
"What a lucky man I am," I think while I watch her dress. Even after ten years of marriage, I still lust after her.
She leans forward to take a light pink thong from her drawer, and I catch a glimpse of her freshly shaved pussy. Even though I'm usually an ass man, I can't get enough of my wife's pussy. I seldom miss a chance to steal a quick glance, touch, or suck whenever time allows, and this glance is making my cock begin to stir.
Time does not allow tonight. I have been dressed for over an hour, and we are more than a little bit late. We are meeting Debbie and Joe at our local pub, Legends for a night out, and I can already see Debbie's little foot tapping the floor as she checks her watch again.
Debbie is a schoolteacher and really looks the part. She has short, light brown hair, and a pointed nose with glasses perched on the end. She is short and thin with a flat chest, and a personality to match. She does not hide her fear of change, and I find her downright dull. Even when we're out on a night out, Debbie's sharp criticism and demeaning looks through the glasses on the end of her nose make me feel like I am one of her students.
I cannot understand what Debbie's husband, Joe, sees in her. Joe is an old rugby buddy of mine. He is a giant of a man, but has little fat padding his massive frame. He is always smiling, and I've heard the ladies call him "adorable" more than once.
Marion's voice interrupts my train of thought. "Jason, what do you think?"
I look up to see an absolute vision in front of me. She is wearing a simple black mini-dress with spaghetti straps. The fabric hugs her curves, giving just a hint of what is underneath. I feel my hard on growing.
"You look wonderful, love."
My answer is an understatement to what I feel, but we have to go. I can feel Marion's presence in the car. I am so aware of her scent that my hard on has barely subsided when we arrive at the pub.
"Jason, what's up!"
I hear Joe's thundering voice, silencing the rest of the patrons. I see him across the room, but I don't recognize the petite blonde next to him.
We greet with a bear hug and lots of back slapping before I look at his companion. I do a double take and realize that it's Debbie, but it isn't the Debbie I know. She had a haircut, and she colored her hair blonde. She is wearing contacts instead of her glasses, and for the first time I realize what beautiful, green eyes she has. She is wearing a black, leather pants suit, and it's obvious that she is not wearing a bra. I can see her small breasts and nipples outlined by the leather. I look at her ass as she stands up to greet me. She leans in close.
"Hi Jason," she smiles kissing me on the cheek. She smells wonderful, and I am very aware of her presence.
"Close your mouth, honey," Marion says while moving past me to greet Debbie and Joe.
We all sit down, ready for a night of drinking with good company.
Debbie is looking good enough to eat, and Joe is really laying on the charms towards Marion. I can see that she is enjoying the attention.
She looks into his eyes whenever he is talking, and she accentuates a point by touching his arm or hand. I am thinking that she should watch it as she might give him the wrong impression.
Debbie's attention towards me takes my mind off what's happening across the table. We are downing shooters like crazy, and I can feel more than a good buzz.
Debbie puts her hand on my leg while laughing at something I said. I don't even think it's that funny, but I don't care as she leaves her hand on my leg. I look at Marion and she smiles while moving her hand under the table. I can see Joe stiffen and guiltily look first at Debbie then at me. I look away, pretending I haven't seen anything.
"What is going on here?" I am thinking when suddenly, all the pieces of the puzzle start falling in place. Marion's extra attention to her appearance and the way Debbie looks tonight make sense as I realize that there is something sexy going on here.
I am very conscious of Debbie's hand on the inside of my leg, stroking closer and closer to my cock. I can feel myself getting even harder, and I hear her sigh when her hand at last finds her target. She slowly strokes my cock through my pants from the tip down to my balls.
She gently squeezes my balls while sipping her drink with her left hand, keeping on with the conversation as if everything is normal. I can feel my cock uncomfortably pressing against my pants.
Although I am enjoying the special attention, I feel a ping of jealously as I can only imagine what Marion is doing to Joe. I can feel the sexual tension growing at the table, and I almost feel relieved when the ladies excuse themselves for one of their customary bathroom breaks. There is a sense of unease at the table.
"Well, Debbie is looking very good. What brought about the change?" I ask to break the tension.
"I don't know. I had to go into the office this morning, and when I got back it was as if I returned to a different wife. Not that I am complaining," Joe smiles.
I know that Joe has always had the hots for Marion, so I decide to push it further.
"Joe, I know that Marion is jerking you off under the table. Since Debbie is doing the same to me, I can't be cross or jealous about it. Where is this going?" I take a sip of my drink and added, "In other words, where do you want this to go?"
Joe just shrugs his shoulders, and his stupid smile tells me that he doesn't care as long as he gets a chance to get into Marion's pants.
"But will I be alright with any other man except me getting into Marion's pants?" I wonder to myself.
