“You know, Tiffany, I do have to say you look great tonight. Sexy, beautiful, womanly… Jeff is a very lucky man,” he said, trailing off, obviously looking between my breasts.
Tom scooted closer to me. I glanced up to see where my husband had gone and as he’d said, he seemed to be downstairs as he was no place to be seen.
“Let me top off your glass,” he offered.
I turned to him and held out the glass as he poured, watching his eyes. Eventually, I said that he had given me enough, so he stopped pouring and gave me a second to sip on the drink, before it overflowed with bubbles. He held the bottle in his strong hands and smiled at me. “You are wonderful!” I complimented as I dragged my fingertips along the soft cotton of his biceps. Slowly, I traced his arm, enjoying the soft sensation in my relaxed state. As my index finger grazed his hand, I glanced up, not seeing my husband.
Seeing my opportunity, I proceeded to take the steps necessary to make my fantasy a reality. I could not expect Tom to make the first move, honestly. We were closer than we should have been, but no one could tell in the dark veil of the ambiance within the night club. I set down my glass, turned and leaned in as if I was going to ask him something.
Indeed I did.
“Can I rub you?”
“Fuck yes, baby,” he groaned.
I found out he fit the stereotype of the unexpectedly hung nerdy dude in high school who ends up fucking the cheerleader after she finds out about his enormous cock.
“No wonder Jeff is jealous of you…” I muttered.
“What?!”
“Nothing,” I giggled, gently stroking his quickly swelling cock, “Keep an eye out, ok?”
Tom threw his coat across his lap as I nibbled on his earlobe. He continued to sip on his drink, trying to stay calm as I rubbed the outline of his nearly hardened cock with my palm. His fingers wandered up and down the feminine thigh that brushed his own. I thought I could feel him swallow hard and inhale sharply when I grasped its girth. But that was enough; I did not want to tempt fate too terribly much with our adulterous sexual exploration. I turned, then, and kissed him on his cheek.
“We will continue this,” I promised.
I scooted away from my husband’s friend into the corner of the booth and played on my phone. I watched Tom breathing heavily and smiled at him, finishing off the rest of his drink. I could tell that he did not quite know what to do. I mouthed, “Relax,” and he winked at me, finishing the rest of his drink. Finally, he got up and walked over to me.
“I’ve got to run to the bathroom to, I cannot even believe you, you little slut!” he teased, laughing.
Though I knew what I had done definitely violated some wedding vows I’d taken, I didn’t seem to care as much as I should have. Instead, I just felt excited, aroused, and was yearning for more of him. Sure enough, after a few minutes, my husband returned to the table, none the wiser to what had taken place between his friend and me.
“Are you having fun?” he asked as he poured the last of the champagne into my glass.