by Blaise Quin
Somehow I doubted that.
Instead it seemed more like the guy had just claimed her in that crowded bar, that he had decided she was available, or even if she wasn’t, he didn’t care, he was going to take her. Obviously he could see the ring. And certainly Andie would have told him that I was on the way.
He just didn’t care. He saw something beautiful that he wanted, and he was going to take it.
Exactly the kind of guy that Andie fantasized about. Had she been drawn to this guy? Had she come on to him, or made herself appear available?
I had no idea her flirting, if that was what I was seeing, would be so—real. So intimate.
My only consolation was that they were in a public place. He couldn’t really do much. Sure, he could touch her, even try to kiss her, but all she had to do was yell, or slap him, and it would be over.
It was a good thing for me that Andie had met him like this. Otherwise who knows what might have happened, if she had been out drinking with her girlfriends, or met him at work. Then there would have been nothing to stop him from making a move on her. The guy was much closer to Andie’s age than I was, and he was certainly better looking than me. Maybe Andie would succumb, and they might have ended up in motel, or at his place.
I had to get in there and stop it.
But the more I thought about it, about Andie touching him, about how she reacted as he whispered in his ear, the more my mind filled in what might have happened if it had been any other night. Andie looking around to see if she recognized anyone in the restaurant. Maybe telling the guy to meet her outside. Maybe walking to his car, right near where I was parked, finally free of the crowd, and before getting in his car he would pull her to him, push his mouth on her, and she would resist, of course, but she’d be confused, and he’d be too strong, and she wouldn’t be able to keep from being kissed, her arm would come up to ward him off, but he would be too strong, his tongue would force itself into her mouth. . .
I groaned, I didn’t dare consider what might happen next, but I couldn’t help it. I pulled at the door handle, and the interior light came on, highlighting the bulge in my pants. There was no way I could walk into the restaurant like that.
I closed the door and took a few deep breaths. Just had to calm down. . .
But the more I tried to clear my head the more I thought of Andie and the big man she was with. Would he try to cop a feel in the bar? Maybe brush up against her breasts while pretending he was reaching for his drink? Or maybe not bothering to pretend, just looking her right in the eye, and slipping his hand onto her thigh, to see how she reacted.
My cock strained against my pants, threatening to explode and make a mess. I had to do something.
I unzipped my fly to free myself. I looked around furtively, making sure no one was in the parking lot. I closed my eyes, picturing Andie and the big man, not in the bar, but next to his car, the guy trying to convince my wife to go somewhere with him, Andie shaking her head no, telling him she hadn’t been serious, but not walking away, and then the guy grabbing her head, kissing her hard, and when he let her go she is panting, her nipples hard, still shaking her head, but much less sure. The man brazenly cups her breast, grabbing for her nipple, and Andie puts her hand on his, to pull it away, but instead she wraps her fingers around his and her eyes close, and he asks her again to go with him, and now she is nodding, saying, Yes yes yes. . .
It’s too much for me, and I grab for a tissue, but the box is empty, and I have to use my hand to catch my cum as I explode, the image of Andie in my head, being manhandled in a parking lot, agreeing to go somewhere with another man, to do who knows what.
Chapter 6
I managed to clean myself off and tuck myself in, and after a few moments to calm down I made my way back toward the restaurant. Now that I’d taken the edge off things I can think a little more clearly, and although I was incredibly aroused thinking about Andie with another guy, now I’m a little pissed at what she’s done, it seems way more than what I had expected. Even though my fantasies went way further than what I’d seen Andie do in the restaurant, there was something about actually seeing it for real, even if was just some flirting. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what I’d feel like if I saw her doing more than that.
Through the window Andie and the guy were still at the bar, and if anything they are closer together than before. Andie was now sitting on a stool, facing the guy, and I stopped in horror and watch as he puts his hand on her knee. I hold my breath, waiting for her to push him away, but instead she puts her hand right on top of his and squeezes it, all the time smiling.
Right in front of everyone.
If it goes any further than this I’ll be embarrassed as I walk into the restaurant. I imagine the guy looking at me as I rush up, and laughing, or ignoring me. What would I do? He’s so much bigger than I am. I’d have to stand there helplessly and wait to see what Andie would do.
Would she pretend that she didn’t know who the guy was? Or maybe pretend that she didn’t know who I was?
I couldn’t take that chance. I fumbled for my phone and hit Andie’s number on speed dial.
I watched through the window as I listened to her phone ring in my ear, expecting her to snatch her purse. But she didn’t do anything.
The call rolled over to voicemail.
She probably can’t hear the phone ring, I thought. It must be too loud in there.
I dialed again. This time I could see Andie give her purse a quick look. She held her finger up to the guy, like she was saying, don’t go away, and felt in her purse, all the while not taking her eyes off the handsome guy.
Andie glanced down at her phone. I watched her closely, waiting to see if her face colored in embarrassment when she saw who was calling.
Her face changed all right, but not to a look of embarrassment. Instead she looked annoyed.
“Hello?”
I was so upset that I couldn’t talk.
“Hello?” Andie repeated. Not, ‘Oh Peter, it’s you!’
“It’s me,” I said unnecessarily, because of course she saw my name on her caller ID. My voice was hoarse.
“Yes, what is it?” she said, all the while holding up her finger to the guy, as if to say, This will only take a second.
“I, uh, just wanted to let you know—.” Here’s where I could say that I was watching her, that I had caught her. But for some reason I couldn’t. I had planned this evening so carefully, I didn’t want to ruin it with a fight, with accusing her of something.
Besides, maybe this was exactly what she said she needed. I was thinking of something more subtle, but it wasn’t like she had cheated or something. Who cares what started her engine, as long as I got to drive the car?
So I didn’t let on that I could see her. “I’m just about to arrive,” I said.
“Are you here already?” Andie looked toward the front door, away from me.
“No, I’m in the parking lot.” Which technically was true. “Do you have a table yet?”
“No, I’ll meet you by the door. Bye.” Andie hung up before I could say anything else.
I watched as she said something to the guy. The guy said something back, and jerked his hand over his shoulder in a Let’s go gesture. Andie seemed to consider it, then shook her head. Then she said something else to the guy and he pulled out his phone.
Andie was giving the guy her number. Or getting his.
When they finished she looked up into his eyes again, now totally oblivious of anyone around them. The guy put his hand back on Andie’s thigh, and she covered his hand with hers, and then pulled his hand up higher, slipping it under the hem of her dress.
Like a promise for the future.
“Right this way,” said the hostess, and she led us to our table. As I walked behind Andie my eyes were glued to her shapely legs, the same legs that she had just let some other man fondle. Her dress had definitely been hiked up higher as she sat on the bar stool, and so he actually had touched her thighs.
And she had let him.
I looked over my shoulder to see if I could see the guy Andie had been flirting with, but the restaurant was too crowded. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to see me anyway, I’d be too humiliated.
I had seen Andie flirt with the black man at the store, but in that case it seemed more like he was telling her what to do, she was following along, maybe caught up in her fantasy of a powerful, directive man. And she had admitted looking at men, but hadn’t said anything about touching. Was this really her first foray into flirting? I would have thought she would ease into it, maybe just a little eye contact across the bar, maybe just a little chit chat, maybe accept a drink. Not brazenly putting her hands on someone.
Weird as it may seem, I could only hope that the guy had been some former lover.
At the table Andie demurely tucked her dress and sat down. I couldn’t tell for sure, but I thought her face was a little flushed.
I could barely concentrate. I kept thinking about the guy and the way Andie had been acting. For her part she seemed distracted, and from what I had seen, it was pretty obvious what she must have been thinking about.
All my plans for the evening were dashed. Even if I shifted into cave man mode later, there was no doubt in my mind who Andie would be thinking of. It certainly wouldn’t be me. And I doubted that I had it in me to seem as forceful as she imagined him being.
“See anyone interesting while you were waiting?” I asked nonchalantly.
Andie picked up her menu, and in an offhand way said, “Why do you ask?”
“This is a good place to people watch,” I said. “As a matter of fact, as I was walking in I thought I saw you being admired.”
Andie’s started to turn slightly toward the bar, but she caught herself and stopped. “Oh, Peter, you are imagining things.”
“No really, I thought I saw at least one guy checking you out. Didn’t you notice?” This would be an easy way for Andie to fess up.
“Notice what?”
“The guy that was—.” I didn’t want to admit that I had been spying on Andie. “The guy who was looking at you.”
Andie looked at me over the top of her menu. “Now Peter, you aren’t jealous, are you?” She lowered her voice just a bit. “We talked about this.”
I was jealous as hell, but I wasn’t going to admit it. “Nothing like that,” I said. “We also talked about, you know, just letting it happen.”
“We didn’t talk about anything actually happening. Or are you saying you want something to happen?”
“I—.” Of course not, I thought. But I had certainly been picturing it, and getting turned on. Wasn’t that the same as a fantasy?
Did I want Andie to actually have sex with someone else?
That seemed so far removed from where we had started. From just some simple looking, using it as a crutch for our broken love life. Now we were talking about cheating. Or adultery. Or swinging. Or an open marriage.
I couldn’t even describe it.
Andie was staring at me. It hadn’t been some rhetorical question, she was waiting for an answer.
She had dangled this before, but at the time I thought she was testing me, or trying to make it clear how foolish I was being. Now I wasn’t so sure.
“I just want you to have what you need,” I said.
“Really? Or is this something you need?”
“I just want you to be happy,” I said.
“It’s the second time you’ve brought this up. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you have some kind of kink. That you’re trying to get me to do more than just look around. You actually want me to have sex with another man.”
“I’m not trying to get you to do anything,” I protested, immediately realizing how weak that sounded, how it would confirm to her just the kind of man I was, not the confident type she lusted over, the kind that would take what he wanted.
The kind that would simply tell her to have sex with someone else, if that’s what he wanted. And she’d do it, because he told her to.
“Let’s just forget about it, okay?” I said.
Andie shrugged and picked up the menu. “You’re the one who keeps bringing it up.”
I was about to say, You’re the one who is lusting over other men. You’re the one I just saw put her hands on someone. But I couldn’t. I was mad, and it would just be the anger speaking. And I knew if I lashed out now, I’d lose any chance of using our little game to spice up our sex life.
Not to mention ruin what little chance I had to finish the evening off the way I had planned.
Andie studied her menu. I picked mine up but my eyes couldn’t focus on the words, I was still focused on what she had implied with her question. Did I want her to sleep with someone else? And if I did, was it for her happiness or my arousal?
And what about her? Even after everything we talked about, did she secretly want this, but just didn’t want to come right out and say it, instead turning it on me, pretending it was something I wanted?
Lost in thought, my eyes drifted around the room. From where I was sitting I had a view of part of the bar. I got a strange feeling, and as my eyes refocused I noticed a man staring at me from across the room.
The big man who Andie had been flirting with.
He was still there. Everyone else at the bar was laughing and talking, but he was silent as a rock, looking my way. I gulped and tried not to stare back.
Was he looking at me, or at Andie? He could only see her back. Maybe he was wondering who I was. Maybe he was thinking of making a scene, coming over and claiming Andie. I pictured him striding over, purposeful, ignoring me, Andie looking up, enthralled. He’d say “Come with me.” And Andie would get up and follow him out, leaving me there alone, embarrassed.
Taking what he wanted.
Or maybe he’d just come over and tell her he wanted to buy her a drink at the bar. She’d go with him, again leaving me, but now I’d have to watch them together, the guy lording it over me. I’d wait helplessly at the table, everyone knowing what was going on. Andie looking at me, as if to say, This is what you wanted.
That might even be worse than them leaving together.
She’d never do any of that, I consoled myself. But maybe she’d fantasize about it, because that was probably the kind of thing that excited her.
Like I had said to Andie, once you got something in your head, it was hard to shake. Now I couldn’t imagine Andie not doing those things.
I had to find out.
“Andie, I think I see a guy right now checking you out.”
“What? Who?” She looked at the nearby tables.
“Behind you, at the bar.”
Andie glanced quickly behind her. She froze, and I instantly knew she had spotted the big man, who hadn’t taken his eyes off her.
I turned my attention back to Andie. She was looking away from me, so I couldn’t see her face, but she seemed to sit up taller, and involuntarily she touched her hair, moving it away from her face, that gesture women do when they are attracted to a man.
When she finally turned back to me her face was red, and now I was certain.
But she just picked up her menu. “No one I could see,” she said nonchalantly, but I heard the tension in her voice.
“Really? It looks like that guy is staring at you.”
“I don’t know who you mean. I don’t want to turn around again, it’s embarrassing.”
Or maybe you’d get too aroused, I thought.
It was obvious Andie had seen the guy. Why was she denying it? Was this someone she knew, someone she didn’t want to admit knowing? Or was it just that she was doing her flirting, going way beyond what I had thought of as flirting, and as she had said, just didn’t want me to see her do it?
As always, I couldn’t let it go. “Maybe you could just take a walk to the ladies room, you’d have to go right by the bar.”
Now Andie looked up at me sharply. “What are you trying to do?”
“Just wha
t we talked about. I’m trying to make it easy for you.”
Andie stared at me for a long time. “I told you, I don’t think I can do anything when you are around.”
That to me was an admission that she had seen the guy, that she had been doing something already.
“If you were to do something, would you tell me?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe.” She considered. “Would you want to know? Or just take advantage of what it might do for us?”
Now it was my turn to consider. This had all started when I was trying to get Andie more interested in sex with me. Sure, the flirting might help with that, and I’d know that Andie was probably fantasizing about someone else, but did I really want it thrown up to my face?
On the other hand, when I had watched her through the window, it had certainly affected me. I didn’t need extra arousal; I was horny enough all the time as it was. I was trying to get Andie more aroused, not me.
Still, it had been exciting to watch. . .
“I just want us to get back on track. Or finally get on track. If you won’t be able to, you know, get in the mood with me around, I understand that. As for watching you. . .I don’t know. But I don’t want to you to feel like you are sneaking around. So if you wanted to tell me, that would be fine I guess.”
“I’ll think about it,” said Andie. “Let’s not talk about it any more now, okay?”
As Andie looked back down at her menu I took a quick peek over her shoulder. The guy was finally gone. But certainly not forgotten.
Chapter 7
On the ride home I had a lot of time to think, since Andie had to drive her own car back to the house. The rest of the dinner had gone fine. I had gambled and gone back to Plan A, complimenting Andie on how she looked, listening attentively to anything she said, and in general acting the perfect gentleman.
I’d change that when we got home.
The flowers and wine were on the seat next to me, but after the scene in the restaurant I scrapped my idea of extending the sweet part of the evening once at the house.
