Page 6 of Sharing Her

The table was secluded from others and had disco lights with soft music playing in the background. I looked around and liked its seclusion. There wouldn’t be eyes to feast on my body in here. I nodded my satisfaction.

“You are pleased with this place, aren’t you?” Kyle asked.

“It’s fine,” I responded.

“She likes it here,” Kyle said, and then added, “Show me the bathroom. I need to make myself comfortable.”

Turning to me, Kyle said, “I need to take a leak. I will be right back. Roger will keep you company while I am away.”

I nodded. Kyle kissed me on the lips with his hand on my groin after he spoke. I kissed him well, ensuring that he had no reason to deny me later that night. When Kyle let go of me, he tried to touch my horn and opened my legs for him to feel the slight wetness of my pussy.

Kyle left, and Roger sat across the table, staring at me.

“What would you like to drink? I can serve you pending your husband’s return,” Roger said with his eyes jumping from one breast to another.

“I will wait for Kyle to return,” I said.

I am unsure what it was, but I could see how Roger looked at me, and I could tell that there was more to it than mere observation. His eyes seemed stuck on my lips and breasts in a very seductive way. I knew he was up to something sneaky, and nothing we talked about stuck in my mind.

So, I wasn’t too surprised when he stood and placed his arms across my shoulders to the back of my chair. Initially, he seemed to suggest he wanted to walk away to attend to other people. But no, his intentions were different, and he didn’t hide them.

I looked at his thick, muscular arms. I didn’t even know what to make of them, but my heart pumped faster with his arms around me. Then, he did what many men in his situation would have done.

Roger leaned forward, and I could feel his breath on my hair and neck. He did it again, probably to let me know it was a conscious thing, and then he complimented me.

“I love the way you smell,” he said, and he drew in the air from my hair.

“Hmmm! You do?” was all I could say.

“Yeah! Hmmm! I love it, the smell of it. It smells sexy.”

“Thank you. But I am your friend’s wife. It is inappropriate for you to compliment and leer at me as you have done since we got to your club,” I said.

Roger closed his eyes and inhaled my hair again without responding to anything I said. I could feel the air passing through his nostrils on my scalp and neck. It had a sensual feel.

Then, I felt Roger’s hands on my hips. My body jerked, and I had goosebumps. His hands on both sides of my hips felt like having a naked live wire on a wet, slick road. It sparked.

I looked at him, thinking of what he was trying to do to me. Then, he stopped and moved two steps backward, biting his lips before he turned around and left. Kyle was returning from the bathroom. I was sure he had seen Roger's hands on my hips and wondered if that was the essence of my see-through dress.

When Kyle got to the table, he asked what happened to me, and I thought he had noticed my emotional topsy-turvy.

“Hey!”

“Welcome. It took you so long. What happened?” I asked.

"I had to attend to a little matter over there," Kyle said; his gaze was on me as if he knew something was wrong and I was only hiding my emotions.

“You look flustered. Are you sure everything is alright with you?” he asked again.

Breathing heavily, I said, "I'm okay, Kyle. I need a drink.”

“Why didn’t you tell Roger? He should have served you,” Kyle said.

"I asked him not to. I wanted you to return before I drank anything," I said, trying to put Roger's seduction behind me.

“That’s sweet of you. I will get you something now,” he said and stood again.

Alone at the table, I dipped two fingers in my pussy and felt my wetness. “That fucking bastard gets me dripping,” I soliloquized and perceived my fingers before I cleaned them on the hem of the tablecloth. He heightened my mood for the night I wanted from Kyle.

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