We talked and laughed while we worked on our drinks. Ken and I each had a whiskey sour and we were feeling a little mellower than before. Jennifer and Olivia were both drinking white wine, which seemed to be more like Gatorade to them, because after the break, they were ready for us to dance more. I have never said no to a beautiful woman in my life and wasn’t about to start.
The club was quickly filling up at this point, and the floor was more crowded. As we got up from the table, Ken and Olivia came out from either side of the table and wound up closer to Jennifer and me, respectively, than they were to each other. As we worked our way through the crowd onto the floor, we were separated, Ken with Jennifer and me with Olivia. This seemed to be happening a lot this weekend, and as usual, we just went with the flow. I started dancing with Olivia and pretty soon we found ourselves separated from our spouses with the throng of other dancers giving us a little privacy.
For someone whom I would have best described as somewhat dignified in most of our interactions, she was starting to show some serious sexpot vibes. She was moving like a woman who knew she was hot, and she was starting to dance a lot closer to me than she was before. Really close. Lots and lots of incidental contact. I was trying to be coolly receptive, but I was clearly getting worked up by Olivia.
At some point, we were getting pinned increasingly close to each other by the crowd. Her face was getting closer to mine, and my heart was starting to race. I wasn’t sure where she was going with this, but she just wanted to have a quick conversation.
“You look like you are enjoying yourself,” she said with a not very innocent smile.
I smiled back. “Of course. What guy wouldn’t enjoy dancing with you.” I wasn’t sure where she was heading, so I thought I’d keep it safe.
“Good. I like to see my friends happy,” she said in a slightly conspiratorial way. “And I haven’t seen Ken and Jennifer in a while. They are probably enjoying themselves also.”
I didn’t quite know what her agenda was, but it was clear that having Jennifer and Ken spend some quality time together was not a problem at all. Again, I didn’t know for sure if I was all-in on this, but I was clearly not that bothered and wanted to see where she was taking this.
“I certainly hope they are having fun. We seemed to have lost them in the crowd, but they are big kids. I think they can take care of themselves for a while.” I laughed a bit as I said this, hoping that she would run with it.
“I think it is great for a man to be so supportive of his wife having fun without watching over her all of the time. You sound like a great husband.”
“What about you? Ken seems to have no problem with you getting lost on the dance floor for quite a while with a man who can’t keep his eyes off of you.”
“Ken is not going to complain about anything as long as a pretty girl is paying attention to him. He’s a great guy, but he’s a guy.” She pulled in a little closer to me, and our bodies were now touching. I was trying to keep from getting too close so she couldn’t feel me getting hard, but that might have just made it more glaringly obvious that I was having a problem.