Me: 3:12 a.m.: Oh, OK?
She: 3:15 a.m.: Oops… I’m in bed. Fun night. Sleep soon. Call u tomorrow.
So there I am left only with my cellphone in hand and the few implicative words of text. Her words kept ringing in my mind’s ear and my mind’s eye as I read and reread the messages from both of my out town text conversations. Wondering again if what I did in encouraging them to keep each other company had now grown into a full blown personal encounter.
She seemed to have softly taken command of her personal and physical world. She is holding us both in balance. I was lured into providing her an opportunity and he is subtlety being allowed to command her surrender of favor.
Two nights later I arrive home at 8 p.m., she asks me to call him to meet for drinks. I’m exhausted. But, I did, I did make the call and invite him for her. He eagerly responds he’s up for some fun again.
They hug again when he arrives. She wraps her arms around his neck and accidentally allows her breasts to brush his face and he doesn’t resist at all. Then he lowers her down, her legs have spread again and she again is suspended on his leg. I can see out of the corner of my eye she is not so subtly moving her hips against him before he releases her.
I drive us to the bar and he orders beer, wine for my wife and a shot of my favorite whiskey and rocks for me. Their flirting and acting unnervingly familiar. I finish my drink quickly, he buys me another and another. We are seated near the back of the bar. They are sitting together opposite me. We seem to be having a good time and he buys us another round. They’ve had two I on my fourth. We finish and we head back home for his car. It’s 11:30 p.m. He drives. I’m very relaxed in the back seat.
When we arrive I am surprised she invites him in for another round. He helps her fill the glasses. Beer again for him, glass of wine for her and a double shot of whiskey for me. We sit on the patio and talk, laugh and enjoy. I tease her I’ve been away several days and imply I’m ready for some fun. She has been acting so sexy and my head is full of imagined moments. I try coaxing her to take her clothes off for us. They look at each other and laugh. The conversation keeps going but I become very tired as I notice it is about midnight.
The next thing I know I wake in the patio chair and I am alone and disoriented. I regaining my bearings, glance at my watch. Four hours have passed. It’s 3:55 a.m. I assume he left and she went to bed. I head inside to the kitchen.
I see them standing there close to each other. It’s as if they heard me moving about and just separated. She has changed to her night clothes. It’s not that he hasn’t seen her in night clothes before. It’s just that tonight she is wearing her thin fabric, low cut, oversized, long tee shirt. I can clearly make out that not only is she braless but her panties are off as well. I come in the room, they tease me about leaving them to have fun on their own. He says he had better hit the road and reaches to give her a hug.