It happened again. I felt the twinge of possibility upon hearing her message on my voicemail... an invitation... to go to the theater with them. The Couple. They heard H would be out of town, weren't sure if I'd be gone... if not, come see a movie, hang out, join them for a good time. Though she doesn't say it, I hear, through my distorted twisted mind, "just the three of us". I imagine getting drunk that night, going back to their place, being their 3rd person, their Other Woman to fulfill pent up fantasies. I fantasize about pleasing her and about fucking him -- an extended evening of play between all three of us. All these images in the brief seconds of registered thought following the comprehension of her message.
We've all gotten together a couple of times since I first began writing this post, and it's becoming clear to me that my sexual attraction for this couple just grows and grows. The husband (H's colleague), I find sexier and sexier, and the wife I find fun & sexy when she gets drunk. She has quite the reservations when sober, but explicitly frees up as the lubrication of alcohol sets in. Still I have not discussed this with my H, and still I don't plan on it. If he brings it up, I'll be open and honest about it, but until then, I think it best to leave it be.
Damn it's hard to leave it though when we get together and find ourselves in the midst of a modern-day Burlesque show, discovering that all four sets of our eyes are glued to the busty ladies of dance. And damn those tiny bars with their itsy bitsy bar tables that cram our legs together, and under the influence I can't help but stroke my legs against His and Hers "accidentally". And damn those brief moments of knowing eye contact when The Husband and I both find a crude sexual innuendo hilariously funny and appropriate but Really, we can't possibly keep laughing this late after the punchline, can we? Right? blush.
This would be the time to stop. I mean stop, dead in my tracks. Yet my overactive imagination gets the best of me and I fast-forward into numerous menage a trois, orgies, and even that terrible 1-on-1 affair with either or both of them. Self control? Where is that in fantasy?
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Well, I'll let you in on a Blogger secret: once you start writing a post, you don't get to change the date (at least here, if you save it as a draft using their wyswig editor). So in fact, I began writing this post on the 10th, and didn't complete it until the 25th. So you're right, it wasn't actually posted until yesterday. I have a couple other posts back-dated as well. So now you may never know what day it actually is!
Once again, I began typing a response and it got too long to keep writing here... stay tuned. And thanks for the inspiration.
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