Three men stood around a small table a short distance from one of the dartboards. One of them was pouring shots while the other two watched two other men tossing their darts at the board. They were all muscular and substantially older than Amy or Deborah’s 19 years. She estimated that the youngest was in his early thirties and the oldest in his mid-forties. She suddenly had a sneaky suspicion about why they were here, these guys were just the type Deborah pined after. Sure enough, Deborah was pointing out the tallest one, a blond, and speaking to her in hushed tones. “That’s Justin, just look at him! He’s perfect, and rich to boot! I need you to be my wingman.”
Amy rolled her eyes, rapidly losing interest in this party. “First of all, we aren’t men, second of all, we aren’t men. It doesn’t take any effort to pick up a guy, just go bat your eyelashes at him and be done with it.”
Deb was completely undaunted, though, and prattled on excitedly, “You know how nervous I get around guys, I need your support. Come on, you found Mr. Right already, you’re really going to abandon me? I NEED this.”
Sighing guiltily, Amy pulled her wedding ring off of her finger and tucked it into her purse. “Look, we are not making this a thing, I’ll help you out this one time, okay?”
Deborah didn’t reply, her mind already shifting to the task at hand. “Sure, can you do the honors? It’s easy to be bold once you’re already married and don’t have to worry about consequences.”
Rolling her eyes Amy put on a cheerful smile and started off towards the table. Her small size made it really easy for her to disarm men and quickly gain a place as a sisterly figure in any group… although she wondered if that would work quite as well with most of her mid section, her legs, and what cleavage she could muster up all on full display. Too late to think about that now, though.
It didn’t take her long to get the group of older men talking and in a short time they were all doing shots and the guys were teaching the girls how to play darts, although neither of them really had much of an interest in learning. Amy was downing a forth shot of tequila as Deb and her target threw darts and giggled giddily. She was already buzzing hard and she knew that this fourth shot was exactly what she needed, at her size it didn’t take much. She was determined to give her husband the best sex of his life tonight. To that end, she figured she had better arm herself properly, so she flipped her empty shot glass upside down, tapped it on the table, and beamed a proud smile at Greg, the oldest of the group, with his short beard and his shaved head that was probably covering for a receding hairline. “Get another one ready for me, will you? I’m going to go try to actually hit the dartboard this time.” She grabbed the youngest of the group, a dark haired guy by the name of Dan who was less bulky than the others and therefore more enjoyable to look at as far as she was concerned. Dragging him by the arm she started plucking darts from a second dartboard nearby while he finally got the hint and started preparing the scoreboard.
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