"I wish your sister would run her own fucking errands," Bob Reed told his wife, Tina, as she dressed to go out. "I mean, Christ, love, she wanted the kid. She should take care of him."
"You just want me here so you can fuck me again, don't you?" Tina smiled as she slipped into her overcoat. It was white, pure white mink, and her ebony shoulder-length hair contrasted with it as sharply as night contrasts with day.
"Well of course," Bob smiled back at her. He wasn't really angry, though the thought of having his wife away from him on an afternoon like this for even an hour or so made him feel a little alone. Shit, what else was there to do on a cold Saturday in Amherst but fuck his wife?
"I'm sorry," she said, using a tone of voice that let him know she really wasn't sorry. "Abby had a million things to do today, and I promised that I would pick Larry up and deliver him to her house."
Abby was Tina's older sister, and while the two women had not been all that close, there were still family ties. Besides, Larry wasn't the only reason she wanted to go to the school ice-rink.
"Uh huh… and I'll bet you really jumped at the chance to get a closer look at that coach," Bob said, tongue in cheek.
"Owen Temple? You mean that strong, handsome red-head who's been keeping himself pretty much secluded with his lovely wife? Why… I hardly even notice him."
Bob went into a coughing fit, so hard was his laughter.
"That's right, love," he said after he was able to catch his breath. "And I haven't seen Rita, that lovely little blue-eyed blonde with the firm hard breasts."
Tina kissed Bob lightly and smiled. "I don't understand them," she said as she began buttoning her coat. "He's never home, and she's never with him."
"That's something to think about," Bob mused. "Maybe I should pay a little visit to them."
"They would certainly make a good addition to the club," Tina agreed. "Some of the members have been asking me why we haven't brought them to the meetings, since we live just two houses down from them."
"And what did you say?"
"I told them the truth. I told them we just haven't talked to them all that much."
"You know something?" Bob said thoughtfully. "Maybe it's high time that we changed that. Maybe we should really get down to it and bring them out."
"Uuuuummmm…" Tina said as she ran her pink little tongue across her full, lush lips. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Suppose you tell me what you have in mind."
"Getting them separated is not much of a problem," Tina told him. "He goes out, she stays home. You work on her, I'll work on him."
"Sure… that's simple for me, but who knows where he goes half the time? How would you like to go chasing all over the town following him?"
"No one said that the good things in life are easy to come by," Tina said, wincing at the thought of chasing after Owen. "Still, it could be worth it. Just watching him walk around makes my cunt tingle."
"And thinking about Rita's tight little cunt really set my cock off," Bob said. "Hey, don't get me wrong. We can work something out that will make it a little easier for you."
"That's what I love about you," she said as she pulled away from him and looked through her purse for her car keys. "You're so considerate. But I think I would like the thrill of the chase. It would make me feel like a little school girl again."
"Wench," Bob smiled.
"Lover," Tina said. "Suppose I give things a little feel this afternoon while I'm at the rink. Maybe we can come up with something after I've had a chance to talk to him."
"Whatever you say, love," Bob shrugged. "And to give you as much time as you want, I'll stay home while you're away. No… no," he told her, exaggerating his motions. "I'm willing to wait a couple of days more before I get into Rita's pussy. You have a word or two with Owen and we'll put our heads together when you get back. We have a week before the meeting, and a lot can happen in a week, now that we've decided that we're going to take some action."
Tina gave a little chuckle and opened the door, letting in a cold blast of air.
"That's what I like about you," she said, standing in the open doorway. "You're willing to make a sacrifice to see to it that I'm happy."
"Close the fucking door, will ya? Heat doesn't grow on trees."
Tina blew him a kiss and pulled the door after her. Getting into her car, she found that already she was formulating a plan of sorts. She had been pretty busy with the other members of the swap club, and she hadn't had much of a chance to really think deeply about Owen Temple. Even so, he had been in the back of her mind ever since she had watched him move into the neighborhood during the summer. She was impressed when she learned that he was a football hero. She really didn't follow sports that much, but that little bit of knowledge made her want him all the more. And Bob, she knew, was hot and ready for Rita's pussy. It was strange that things had taken so long to develop, but they had, and now was the time to see to it that something happened. Now that she and her husband had agreed that something had to be done, there would be no turning back. Should this opportunity slip away, Tina knew they would never get around to getting the couple in the club.
She moved her car along the ice-slicked roads with ease, heading for the school where her nephew was practicing with Owen. Having to use an excuse like a kid to get to meet Owen made Tina feel like she was in high school again, where she used to "accidentally" bump into boys she was attracted to. Most of them had been too shy to make the first move, but Tina was anything but shy. She had learned, though, that some people had to be handled with a certain degree of delicacy, so as not to scare them away. Even a good looking fucker like Owen must have his weak points. If he didn't, he and Rita would have more people than they do for visits.
Come to think of it, the lovely voluptuous dark-haired woman thought as she pulled into a parking spot in the school's lot, they don't have anyone over to visit. It's almost as though the two of them live in a world all their own. Wellllll… that's interesting.
The early setting sun and ensuing darkness made the air around the new school bitter cold, and Tina hurried inside, taking great care that she did not slip and fall on the ice. As soon as she was inside, she took off her coat, revealing her casual dress. Knowing that she would not be spending too much time away from the warmth of buildings or her car, she hadn't bothered to dress warmly. Though slightly older than Rita, Tina carried herself as though she were still in college, and dressed pretty much the way she had when she had been attending school. Tight jeans, a light casual blouse and simple shoes. Her rich, luxurious hair, cleanly parted in the center of her head, fell softly to her shoulders and framed her head, bouncing lightly as she walked through the building. As she passed several reflective windows, she automatically glanced at herself, and was pleased with what she saw. She took good care of her body, and her looks had not in the slightest left her. Even as she walked quickly through the empty halls, she could see in the profile of her reflections, the generous swelling of her breasts behind her cotton blouse. Even though her globes were large, they were firm and hard, and had never needed the support of a bra. They, like her hair, bobbed sensually as she sauntered through the halls, and the rubbing of her nipples on the light cloth brought about a sense of arousal. Good, she thought to herself. Feeling like this will make me just a little more brazen than normal. We'll check this Owen guy out real good. She could feel her pussy starting to secrete fluids of desire as she found the doors to the indoor ice rink, and she moved her mink coat in such a way so as to hide any stain that might show through her jeans around her vaginal area. She wanted to be a little brazen, but not totally wanton! She wanted Owen to think of her as just another woman. That way he would act more naturally, and she could get a better feel about him.
The echoing sounds of shouting and laughter filled the rink area, and she searched through the huge room, looking first for her nephew, and, finding him, looked for Owen.
She found him when he blew his whistle loudly.
"All right," he boomed, his voice bouncing off the walls. "I think we've had enough for today. Let's break it up. I'm ready for dinner."
"Larry," Tina called at the top of her lungs, delighting when she saw everyone, including Owen, turning to see her finally. "Larry," she called again.
The young boy skated across the rink. "Aunt Tina," he started.
"Your mother sent me to pick you up," she said quickly, keeping her eyes on Owen all the while. "My car is in the parking lot. It's unlocked. You get changed and wait for me there. I have a little something I have to do. I won't be long."
Larry shrugged his shoulders and went to change. Tina followed Owen's hard muscled form as the hockey coach went to one of the side benches and sat down to take off his skates. Sighing deeply, Tina walked along the ice to him.
"You seem to be pretty popular with the kids," she said to start the conversation.
Owen looked up and stared at her for a moment. He could feel his breathing stop as his eyes fixed on her ripe beauty. Then he broke into a huge grin and returned to taking off his skates. "Yes… I like them and they like me," he told her. "I don't think they've had a coach who really understood the game before."
"I thought football was your sport," Tina said, sitting close, but not too close, to him. She bent forward and looked with intensive eagerness.
Owen gave a little chuckle. He was used to having women come over and talk to him. Lots of them had done that in his college days, and he prided himself on being able to handle situations like this.
"Well… it is. Or was, I should say. But I like all sports. I have to admit that you don't look like the kind of woman who would be interested in football, though."
"I'm not," Tina said, smiling and raising her eyebrows.
"And something tells me that you're not interested in hockey, either."
"I never thought a jock could have so much insight," Tina said, just a little seductively.
Owen chuckled to himself. This little game was one that he hadn't played in a long time… not since he'd married Rita. He could tell that this lovely woman was coming on to him, and even though he was a married man, it gave him a little thrill to know that he still projected that special something that most women go for. And he wasn't even trying. Well…
"You sure don't look old enough to be Larry's mother," he said, looking away from his skates and directly into her coal-black eyes.
"I'm not," Tina said, still smiling, and looking right back at him. So far, there was nothing shy about this handsome man.
Owen regarded her for a moment, and then narrowed his eyes as though he was deep in thought.
"I know you from somewhere," he said quietly. "I know you…"
He searched through his memory, trying to recall the faces of the women he used to date in college. They hadn't been countless, but most of them had been for little more than a couple of weeks, hardly long enough to leave a lasting impression in his mind.
"No… you've probably just seen me," she said, looking hard at him, and then leaning back. "Bob and I live two doors down from you and Rita."
Owen thought about that for a moment, and then his face brightened with a sudden understanding.
"Of course," he said as though he had just stumbled on to some brilliant thought. "Well… it's nice to be talking to you. I'm sorry that Rita and I haven't been making the rounds in the neighborhood. She and I are just a little new to the ways of the suburbs. Both of us come from the city, you know, and making the…"
"No need to apologize," Tina said quickly. Now that she had him talking, the last thing she wanted him to do was feel as though he had done something wrong. "Bob and I know how it can be. When we first moved here, we didn't know a soul, and it took us some time to make new friends. Someone has to make the first move."
Owen felt instantly relieved. Talking to this lovely woman was a pleasure. She was friendly, open and casual. He had at first thought that he would have to go into some long speech about how he was married and wasn't playing the field anymore, but now that he knew a little more about her, he began to feel as though he had known her for a long, long time. Some people are like that, he thought quickly to himself as his eyes lingered on the generous swell of her breasts pushing out her light cotton blouse. Some people make you feel at ease right away.
"I'm really glad we met," he said finally, remembering that he was married, and was therefore entitled to do little more than just look and not touch. If he weren't married, he might make a play for her, even though he knew she was. One of the things Owen had no hang-ups about was making it with married women. Shit… if they wanted to have some guy besides their husband fuck them, that was all right with him.
"So am I," she said, fully meaning it. This was the closest she had been to him, and she could see that, if anything, she had under-estimated him. She wasn't sure, but she believed that she could see a swelling of his cock under his pants… a swelling that told her he would be able to satisfy her in bed many times over. She could tell that he was staring at her breasts, and that made her feel very happy. If she could get the least bit of arousal out of him, there was an opening.
"Now that we've met," she continued, "what would you say to you and Rita coming over to our house some time in the near future? Bob and I love to entertain, and we would be very happy to have you two over."
"Why… that would be very nice," Owen said. "Of course, I'll have to talk to Rita about it, but I'm sure she'll go along with me. She hasn't said as much, but I'm certain she would like to meet new people."
"Is she a little shy about finding new friends?"
"Well… in a way. She can be very outgoing when she wants to be. I think living out here has really thrown her for a loop."
He finished taking off his skates and placed them in his bag. Then, standing up, he looked down at the lovely woman.
"Shall I walk you to your car?" he asked, offering her his arm.
As they left the ice rink area, Owen pulled himself up next to her, delighting in the excitement that seemed to flow from her.
"What does Bob… your husband… what does he do for a living?" Owen asked, thinking that it would be a little better if he made sure that he and Tina remained just friends. He didn't want her to get the idea that he would fuck her. Even though he was certain he could get a lot of pleasure out of it, he had never been able to handle more than one girl at a time. He would go from one to another… sometimes rather quickly, but he would never have more than one girl at a time. Things could get out of hand then. And having an affair would be harder than having two girl friends. A wife can get pretty mad…
What are you thinking about Owen, he thought. You can't even be considering fucking this woman. Just forget it. You're not in college any more. You have a wife and a job and a home…
"Something tells me that you weren't listening to me," Tina's voice broke in on his thoughts. "That's not very nice, asking me about my husband and then drifting off like that."
"Uuuuuummm? Oooooohhh… I'm sorry," Owen said, remembering that he was talking to her, and not trying to work out his whole life around her. "I was thinking of… of a personal matter."
"That's all right," Tina said. "Like I was saying, Bob is a computer programmer with several banks in Buffalo. If I may be allowed a little wifely pride, his services are in great demand."
And as she said that, she broke up into peals of laughter. It had been unintentional humor, but the pun fit. At all the gatherings of the group, most of the wives wanted Bob's "services", and would sometimes fight to get them.
"What's so funny?" Owen asked, feeling a little left out.
"Ooohhh… I was just thinking of a personal matter," she said teasingly, evasively.
"Your personal life is that funny?"
"It can be… sometimes."
They reached her car and Owen opened her door for her. Larry was sitting in the back, reading a comic book.
"Hi, coach," the young boy said.
"How's it going, Larry?" Owen said, both glad and a little unhappy that Larry was around. He would have liked to spend a little more time with Tina, but having Larry around sort of took that decision away from him. It was probably for the better, since he knew he could get into a lot of trouble with Tina. He wasn't sure but that she might still be coming on to him, in her own way, and he would like to have explored that possibility. Well… there was plenty of time to get to know her better.
"You and Rita will give us a call soon?" Tina asked as she climbed into her car.
"You bet," he said, just a little too quickly. Damn, he might still be attracting women, but he was losing the touch once he had them. He was being just a little too obviously anxious, and he remembered a lesson he had learned long ago… Never tip your hand too early. That was what he was doing now, and as he watched Tina drive away, he felt like a little school boy talking to a girl for the first time.
And then, again, he remembered that he was married…
His mind was becoming confused with several conflicting thoughts. If he were still single, he would probably have made a pass at Tina. The more he thought about what had happened, the more he was convinced that he had done just that. He had made a pass at her, though it had been a very mild and clumsy pass. And he hadn't wanted to do that anyway.
"Jesus," he said out loud as it suddenly dawned on him that it was colder than a witch's tit. Skating around the rink had made him work up one hell of a sweat, and that sweat was making him feel chilled now.
He hurried across the lot to his own car, feeling a little better, now that he was out of the wind, and remembering that he was hungry. Rita had better have quite a meal ready for him. He felt as though he could eat a horse.
Rita stared at the clock, wishing that Owen would come home soon. She had been walking around the neighborhood, trying to think of the words she would use to tell him that he was failing to satisfy her. She had run through dozens of conversations in her mind, but none of them had turned out the way she had wanted. She had a fair idea when he would be coming home, and as that time approached, she could feel herself getting anxious and nervous. She really had no idea what Owen would do when she told him. Nothing like this had ever happened to her and she was pretty certain that a man like Owen would take it pretty hard. He might not even believe her. After all, he had been one of the most popular men in college, and she knew he had pleased a lot of women. His pride was at stake, and he was liable to lash out at her.
That's silly, she thought to herself. Owen loves me. There's no reason why he shouldn't know about his failure. There was nothing wrong with him. He's just under a lot of pressure, that's all. He was all right in the beginning. There's no reason to think he can't be all right again.
Her heart skipped a beat and her breath quickened as she heard his car pull into the driveway. She stood up from her easy chair and faced the doorway, desperately trying to calm herself down. If she acted a little funny, he might suspect something right off. That would put him on the defensive, and the last thing she wanted him to think was that she was attacking him in any way, shape or form. She wanted to be calm and rational about the whole thing. That was the best way to handle it, she decided.
She met him at the door as it opened, giving him a big hug and a kiss as soon as he was inside. This took him by surprise, though he was quick to recover. They embraced for a long time, until finally Owen pushed her away just enough so he could close the door.
"Well… I'd say you missed me while I was gone," he said in a chipper voice. During his ride home, once he was away from Tina, he could feel only happiness that he had made a new friend in the neighborhood.
"Of course I missed you," Rita said, bringing in her training as a cheerleader. She took her husband's hands and held them away from his body, smiling as though she didn't have a care in the world.
"What's for dinner honey?" he asked, dropping her hands and getting out of his coat. "I really worked up an appetite with those kids. By the way, I met one of our neighbors… Tina Reed. She says she and her husband would like to have us over to their house sometime soon."
Rita smiled. "That's nice. Uh… before we have dinner, though, there's something I'd like to talk to you about."
"Can't it wait until after dinner," Owen said in a tired voice. "I'm kind of hungry, and I think better on a full stomach."
As Owen walked away from her to get a little cleaned up for eating, Rita sighed to keep her courage up. He was acting like he were back in college, where nothing was very important.
"I'd rather not wait until after dinner," she said, her concern coming through in the tone of her voice. "I've been thinking about this all day, and I want to get it over with."
Even now, Owen didn't appear to be taking her very seriously. He came out of the bathroom drying his hands on a towel. "Okay, honey," he said in a chipper voice. "I'm all ears."
"This is no laughing matter," Rita said, turning away from him. She couldn't look at him, and she still didn't know where to begin. Owen wasn't making this any easier on her either.
The silence behind her told her that Owen was waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath and spun around.
"You don't satisfy me in bed," she said quickly, getting the words out before she had a chance to change her mind.
Owen looked at her, his hands still running through the towel. His face carried no expression, and Rita didn't know what he was thinking. She looked at him wonderingly, as though he was supposed to be saying something.
"Is that all?" he said, blandly.
"Isn't that enough?"
"Well… suppose you tell me what your problem is," he said, letting Rita know he hadn't understood what she meant.
"It's not my problem… it's yours."
"Mine?" he said, raising his voice and smiling as though she were pulling a joke on him. "You're crazy."
"No I'm not," she snapped at him. "You haven't made me cum since we've come back from our honeymoon."
"Look – I'm hungry and tired. Suppose we have something to eat and we can…"
"No!" Rita said, putting her hands on her hips and glowering at him. "This isn't college, Owen. You can't just pretend that problems don't exist. I haven't told you before because I didn't know what to say. Now I'm telling you before things get worse."
For the first time since they had started the conversation, Owen began to catch the drift of what she was saying.
"Now let me see if I have this right," he said, fighting hard to control himself. "You're telling me that I don't make you cum, is that right?"
Rita shook her head as though she was coming out of a trance. She had actually used that word without even thinking about it. She couldn't remember a time when she had said "cum" in a normal conversation, and the mere sound of the word made her blush a little.
"That's right," she said in a soft voice.
"I think you're full of shit," Owen said, tossing the towel aside and lifting his head a little. "I think it's all your problem, not mine. Remember, you were a virgin when I married you. I've had some experience with women, and I never heard any of them complain before."
"You were never married to any of them," Rita shot back, determined that she would maintain her courage in the face of her husband. "Things were all right for a while, but they… they dropped off."
"And you think it's my fault?" Owen just couldn't believe what she was telling him.
"Honey, please, I'm not saying it's anyone's fault. I'm saying that… that…"
"You're saying that I don't know how to fuck my wife, is that it?"
"All right, yes, damn it. That's it," she snapped, pursing her lips.
Owen looked at her as though she had just told him that the world was flat. "You really believe that, don't you," he said in an icy cold voice that made Rita shiver. She had never seen him look like he did now. He was obviously gritting his teeth, and his lips were curled slightly, and pursed as though he were concentrating all his strength on his mouth.
"Don't look at me like that," Rita said, trying to calm down a little, and in doing so hoping that she could calm her husband down as well. She hadn't known how he would take what she had to tell him, but she never thought he would take it so badly. "I'm not saying that you can't, Owen. I know you've been under a lot of pressure, and…"
"And nothing, you little frigid bitch," Owen snapped. "Pressure is something I handle very well. Christ, I have less pressure now than I did in college. I think you've just got too high an opinion of yourself. You can't orgasm, and you've decided that you want to blame me. You refuse to put the blame where it lies, Rita, and that's with you. Don't try and make me feel guilty."
They looked at each other for a moment, though it felt like an eternity to Rita. She decided that she wasn't handling this very well at all, and she was the first to turn away. Maybe if they ate dinner, they would be able to come back to the problem later. She wished she had taken Owen's suggestion that they eat first. Things might have been a little more rational if she had.
"Let's eat, honey," she said, moving toward the kitchen.
"You eat," Owen said, walking to the closet where he had hung his coat. "I don't think you'll want to be in the same house with me. Not if I can't give you what you want."
"Owen! Where are you going?"
"Don't try and make me believe you care, bitch," he snapped, slipping into his coat. "I'm not the husband you thought I would be, so why should you care where I'm going."
The lovely blonde woman opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't think of any words. She watched in wide-eyed amazement as Owen pulled open the door and walked out, slamming the door so hard that he made the glass window rattle. Rita stood in the dining room, staring at the door, not believing that he had walked out on her like that, until she heard the car starting, and then pulling away.
Just two doors down, Tina happened to be at her window, looking over the snow-covered, silent landscape while Bob mixed some before dinner drinks. At first she was a little confused by what she had seen. It certainly looked like Owen and Rita had just had a little spat and Owen had walked out. When she saw the handsome football player jump in his car and swerve several times on the icy road, she knew something was wrong, and she decided on the spur of the moment that this was the opening she and her husband had been looking for.
"Love," she said quickly, turning away from the window and hurrying to get her coat and car-keys. "Forget everything. Something's happened over at the Temples' that might make both our lives a lot happier."
"Really," Bob said, sipping on his drink and watching his wife scurry around. "It looks like you're really going after Owen's cock hot and heavy."
"Wish I could talk, love," she said as she opened the door. "Suppose you wait here until I give you a call. Something tells me that I'll be able to keep Owen away from his home long enough for you to do something nice to Rita, but for God's sake, let's not get our signals crossed."
Bob nodded. One of the great things about his marriage to Tina was that they were both a team. There were times when one of them would start something, and the other would pick up on it right away, as though they could read each other's minds.
"I'll give you about half an hour," he told her. "Then I'm acting on my own."
She blew him a kiss and hopped into her car. Turning her engine over right away, as it was still warm from her drive to the school. She hurried in the direction she had seen Owen drive. It wasn't hard to find his car. He was driving so poorly for the conditions that he could not make much distance, and there were no other cars out on the roads in the neighborhood.
Even though Owen was generally a good driver, and Tina hadn't had much practice driving, she managed to follow him. She smiled in her mounting excitement. This was like something from the movies or a television show, and it made her feel like a little girl again. She liked the feeling, and she was really getting into the thrill of the chase.
Owen sat in some nameless bar, at least he didn't know what the name of the place was, and he really didn't care. The place was pretty empty for a Saturday night, and his stool was surrounded by vacant ones on either side. A juke box was playing the Tony Bennett version of "I Left My Heart in San Francisco", though Owen wasn't paying too much attention. He was looking into his second drink, a double Scotch on-the-rocks. The first one he had downed right away, and on his empty stomach, it had gone right to his head.
"Damn that woman anyway," he thought, his mental voice slightly fuzzy. The nerve… the absolute gall of her to tell me, Owen Temple, that I can't make her happy. She ought to consider herself lucky that I married her. There were a lot of women who would have given their right arms to be where she is now, and she just doesn't appreciate it. Well… let her do some thinking for a little while. The nerve!
Outside the bar, Tina lit up a cigarette and smiled. She had just made her phone call to Bob when she saw Owen going into the bar. Bob had been all smiles. At least, he had sounded like he was all smiles over the phone. The plans had been set, and Tina was ready to put her end of the deal into operation. This hadn't been so hard after all, though she had to admit that she had been very, very lucky. Well, no point in dwelling on that, she thought. Luck or no, she was going to make her play for Owen, and she was pretty certain that he was in just the right mood to take her up on it.
She walked into the bar and received a whistle or two from the few men who were in a fairly jolly mood. She ignored them as she sauntered through the place, taking a seat right next to Owen.
"Small world, handsome," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette.
Owen turned to her, his face carrying the expression of anger, though not at her.
"I'll have a martini," she told the bartender, who gave her a little wink. Even though he had never seen her or Owen before in his life, he could see what the situation was, and he had learned not to get involved in such things.
When her drink came, she took a dainty sip and looked at Owen, who had gone back to staring into his drink. "I was just driving around when I saw your car here. Bob and I… we had a little, oh… discussion, and I'm afraid I walked out on him."
She was fishing for information, and she could see that she had hit pay-dirt right away. Owen stiffened and turned to face her, his facial expression softening somewhat.
"Really?" Then, after something of a pause, he added, "Rita and I had something like that too."
"I'm not much of a drinker," she said, seeing that she was going to have to do most of the talking for a little while. "But I didn't feel like being alone. Like I said, I saw your car out there, and I thought we might be able to make each other feel a little better."
Owen grunted and smiled from one side of his mouth. Now that he was a little drunk, he wasn't being quite as careful as he had been in the ice rink with her. She was looking pretty appealing to him at this point, especially after what Rita had said to him. He wondered what his lovely blonde wife would think if she knew that he still had that old effect on women. Tina was looking at him through half-lowered eye lids, turning her body in such a way as to give him a very nice view of her full, luscious breasts. Even though they were completely covered with her blouse, they still looked delightful.
But even though he was slightly drunk, he was not a total fool. He might make his desires a little more known, but he was still married, and that meant look, but don't touch.
"Some women just don't know when they have a good thing," he said, taking his drink off the bar and holding it in both hands while he looked directly into Tina's coal-black eyes.
"Some men don't either," she answered. "Bob and I… well, I thought we had a pretty good marriage. Things came as something of a shock to me. He doesn't like this about me. He doesn't like that. Jesus… the least he could have done was tell me a little at a time instead of dumping it all at once on me."
"You look like you're taking what happened rather well."
She shrugged her shoulders. "What can I do? I'll be going back in a little while. Maybe after he and I have been away from each other for a while, we'll both cool down some. I didn't even get a chance to say anything in my defense, though now that I think about it, Bob's not perfect."
"I guess no one is," Owen said thoughtfully. Even though he thought Rita was totally wrong about what she had said, Owen now believed that he could have been a little less abrupt… a little more patient with her. Hell, if she had a problem, the least he could do was try to help her with it, instead of running away.
Now that he wasn't alone, though, his thoughts began to travel in other directions. Even fully clothed, Tina exuded a certain sexual arousal just from her being so close to him. His eyes quickly traveled over her body, dropping from the cottoncovered swell of her hard, firm breasts to the graceful flair of her jean-covered hips. She was sitting with her legs crossed at her ankles, her full-fleshed thighs pressed tightly together. The tight denim cloth followed every curve of her body, and he was certain that he could see her cuntal mount pressing up against it from underneath. Uuummmp, but he would like to get his cock into her, if for no other reason than to teach that ungrateful wife of his a lesson she would never forget.
"This is like something out of a 'B' movie," Tina said, taking another sip on her drink. "I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you told me that your wife doesn't understand you."
"Maybe you wouldn't," Owen laughed. "But the truth is, I don't think she understands herself: I don't know what happened to her over the months, but suddenly she's become a cold sexless bitch."
He stopped himself after that, feeling a little flushed in the face. After all, he was talking to a near stranger, and it really wasn't any of her business what his private life was like. Damn that Rita, he thought quickly. She's got my mind so fucked up I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Tina sensed what was happening with Owen, and she could tell that it was time to really press the advantage she had over him… the advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe that she was just something of a friend.
"Listen," she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. "Sitting here is really silly. There is no reason why we should be doing it. You said that you and Rita wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat her to it? Believe me, I know these things. Bob and I have gone through them before. Things will work out. It just takes a little time, that's all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with herself."
Owen regarded her for a moment. Jesus, she was asking him to go over to her place. What the fuck was she…?
Then it, dawned on him that Bob would probably be there. Hell… what the fuck could happen with her husband around? Owen thought about meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him. Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Tina's lovely body… something that could make this whole fucking evening really worth the torment Rita had put him through.
He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. "I like that idea," he said. "Maybe you're right about Rita. And I know I'm in no condition to be with her now… not with her being as hysterical as she was."
"Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you… you follow me… I'm sure Bob would like to meet you."
Owen dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the lovely woman, delighting in the way her hips swayed back and forth.
Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what the trick was going on. A classy woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what she was doing. He sighed and brought another round of beer to the men at the table, his only other customers.
At his home, Bob Reed finished the drink he had mixed for himself while Tina had been looking out the window. According to the phone call Tina had given him, she was going to bring that superjock to his house. He gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a little note. It was more for Owen's benefit than for Tina's. The college super-star would never believe her if she merely told him that he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.
Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his mind, trying to think of what excuse he could give to Rita for stopping in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he locked his door and walked the short distance to the Temple house. His timing had been perfect, though he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights coming down the street, slowly because of the ice.
Rita opened the door, looking at Bob as though he were a door-to-door salesman.
"Yes?" she said in a sort of tired voice.
"Good evening, Mrs. Temple," Bob said, looking around to see that the two cars were getting closer to his house. "My name is Bob Reed. I live a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good neighbor and say hello."
He could see that Rita was upset over something, probably the very thing that had caused Owen to run out of the house like he had, and Bob thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be really bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it not taken care of by the lovely woman…
"Please… come in," Rita said formally as she stepped to one side, holding the door open. Bob walked past her, inwardly gloating. Both he and Tina had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his wife to make the best use of their talents.