I sat there eating my dinner, while talking to Michael. His hand never left my thigh as I sat there enjoying my cheese sticks and potato skins. As soon as I finished, I decided to use the bathroom to freshen up. I leaned over to my husband and told him I would be back, then leaned over towards Michael. I felt his hand slide up my thigh, right up to the crotch of my jeans. I could just feel his hand pressing against my pussy as I put my mouth up next to his.
“I have to use the ladies room. Wait for a couple minutes. Meet me on the patio.” I wanted to kiss his ear, but knew too many people were there for me to do that. I turned towards him, feeling his hand press harder against my pussy. As I slipped off the barstool, his hand fell away so that no one could see it.
When I got to the bathroom, I quickly used the toilet. I snapped a pic of my wet panties barely covering my pussy and sent it to my husband. “BTW, his hand was pressed hard up against me as I got out of the chair! I’m so wet right now!”
I made my way out of the bathroom after fixing my makeup and washing my hands. I made my way out onto the patio. There were a few people there, but no one I knew. It was cold so it was mostly just smokers. I looked around, and standing in a darkened corner, I saw Michael. I walked over to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, then leaned in. I think he knew what was coming because he wrapped his arms around my back and leaned down.
I felt a spark as our lips touched. I opened my mouth as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I could feel him put pressure on my back, pressing me tighter against him. I could feel his growing cock press hard against my stomach. I felt his hands slip down to where my shirt and jeans met. His hands felt cold as they parted and he was now touching naked skin. It made me jump a little into him, pressing myself even more firmly against his rock-hard cock.
I knew I couldn’t stay much longer, so I pulled away from him. I could feel myself shaking as I did. The air was cold, but I knew I was shaking for another reason. His hands wrapped into mine as I stood there trying to calm down. My pussy was soaking my panties through and I was afraid I would end up with a wet spot on my jeans.
He leaned in close and said, “Your husband is one lucky guy! What I wouldn’t give to spend one night with you in my arms.”
“Whatever girl you get to home with tonight is the lucky one! I wouldn’t mind spending the night in your arms!”
I felt my phone vibrate, so I pulled it out of my pocket.
“Wow! Are you enjoying this? Think you can talk him in to coming over after the game?” Was what I read.
“I don’t think he is interested in that?” I typed back.
I guess I didn’t realize how tall he was, but he must have been looking down at my phone as I typed it out.
“Interested in what?” He asked.
I could feel my face getting flush as I felt all the blood run to it. I was caught. I knew it. I stammered for a second.
“Well, um, my husband has this thing…”
He leaned down next to my ear and said, “Let me guess? He wants to see you with another man?”
I know my face was beat red, and my hands were shaking even more as he said it. Up until now, it had just been a fantasy. I loved the fantasy part of it, and getting to act out with my husband, even as he slammed that fake cock into me, but this was reality. I started wondering if in reality it would work out the same as in our minds. I especially didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize my marriage.
“Yes, that is what he wants, and if I were to make that fantasy come true, I would be the happiest woman in the world to have you make it come true.”
He leaned in and looked me in the eyes. “I will leave the decision up to you.” I closed my eyes as I felt his lips touch mine again. This time it was a much more tender kiss, almost like lovers would share. I stood there with my eyes closed as I felt him slip something into my hand. I then felt him walk away, pulling my arms with him. When I opened my eyes, he was gone.
I looked down and saw a piece of paper in my hand. I opened it up to find his name and his phone number written inside of it. I slipped it into my purse, checked my makeup in the reflection in the window, then made my way up to the bar. Michael and my husband John were both gone.
The bar had died down a little bit, so it was a little easier to get to my seat. Frank looked over at me and asks, “Having fun?”
“Always Frank, how about you?”
“You know it! Looks like you and your friend were getting pretty close over there. I don’t think John was very happy about it.”
“I’ve known him since high school, and he’s gay Frank!” I said with disgust as I turned my head away from him.
I felt my phone vibrate so I pulled it out of my pocket. I hit reply and texted my husband back. I told him how I had met Michael outside and that he had kissed me. I also told him he might be willing to meet back at our place. I then told him I didn’t want to do it if it would mess us up in any way.
I waited for what felt like an eternity, but almost jumped out of my seat when my phone buzzed.
“I love the fact that he kissed you. How are you supposed to contact him? I can’t see this messing us up if we both want it. I really want to see you kiss him. It doesn’t have to go any further than that. Does he know about our fantasy?”
“Yes, he knows. I don’t know if I will be able to keep it from going any farther. I was dripping wet when he walked away. I have his phone number. Can you get Frank to leave?”
Just as I sent it, John came up behind me and kissed me on the neck. He then took his seat, placing his hand on my thigh to help get him into his seat. I leaned over and kissed him as I placed my hand on his arm.
I heard his phone buzz, then saw him pull it out and look at it. The game was almost over and our team was way ahead. John turned and started talking to Frank as he glanced at his phone. I returned to watching the last minute of the game. Even with our team ahead, it still took a good 20 minutes for them to run down the clock.
I ordered another round, then looked at my phone. “I will get him to leave as soon as the game is over. I really want you to text your friend and invite him over.”
I had been drinking my usual all night, and I usually could hold my own, but I was feeling very tipsy as I sat there. I kept picturing Michael kissing me. Kissing led to clothes coming off. In my mind I could see Michael laying there when I woke up in the morning, completely naked as I turned and kissed him deeply.
I could feel myself getting all turned on again as I felt someone touch my shoulder. Frank leaned in and hugged me from behind. I was snapped out of my dream as he said goodnight and walked towards the door.
I turned towards my husband and was greeted with a shit eating grin on his face. “Game’s over baby. You have been oblivious to anything going on around you for a while. Sorry it took so long to get Frank to leave. Have you texted him?”
“Not yet. I wanted Frank to leave first.”
“He’s gone now. Text him and see if he replies.”
I reached into my purse and pulled his number out. I typed the number into my phone, then typed out a little message.