Indecent Desires

[angelique127]

Angelique Jennings, an ex lingerie model, and young married southern belle with secret desires for her husbands best friend

I sat at my dressing table mirror getting ready for the big event of the month, my sister in laws wedding. Sasha was my husbands, Brads, little sister and having an outdoor wedding in my father in laws back yard. It was such a splendid day for one on this late spring day. It kind of reminded me of my own wedding five years ago. My own daddy had spared no expense for his only daughter and everything turned out just perfect. It was a wonderful experience and a day I would never forget. Not to mention our honeymoon...it was rather romantic, at first, until Bradley got very intoxicated at the hotel bar and passed out, unable to perform. I was dissapointed, of course, what new wife wouldn't be really ? He did make up for it the next couple of days and we enjoyed a very romantic honeymoon in Bermuda. The next two years of our marriage went by so fast, although they were not exactly fulfilling, at least for me. Yes I was dissatisfied, Brad almost lost his job because of drinking and had to go to rehab sports, betting on Fan Daul and several other websites. He often didn't come home from the office until very late and on occasion I smelled perfume on his collar. Once or twice I noticed lipstick on his shirt when I took his laundry to the cleaners. Instead of confronting Brad about his behavior I ignored it, not wanting to provoke an aurguement.

No today I was going to have a good time. Alot of family and friends would be attending, including Rick -----. I have always had a crush on him since he was the best man at our wedding. Unfortunately he was married also. I will never forget when we danced together on the dance floor, my heart just melted. Rick was so dashing and filled with confidence, not to mention very handsome looking in his tuxedo. He literally swept me off my feet. When Rick gave the toast, he complimented my beauty and said that he wished he had found me sooner before Bradley and I had met. I glanced over at his pretty wife and she didn't seem that amused at his comments...

I put on my makeup and fixed my long dark hair before getting dressed. My pearl necklace matched my pearl drop earrings. Rick and his wife were going to be there and I couldn't wait to see him again. Actually I spent alot of time day dreaming about him lately, even a wet dream or two or three...but I knew it was just meant to be fantasy. We were both married and I wouldn't dream of being unfaithful. I had bought a new dress and matching heels just for the occasion wanting to look my best. Despite being thirty one years of age I still had a body of an eighteen year old. Long shapely toned legs and a round derriere to die for. Thanks to my part Shawnee hertiage I had very dark brown eyes and full pouty red lips. A dash of my favorite perfume between my 34 natural C cups and I was ready to go have some fun for a change.

Brad had already had one too many drinks and I prayed that we didn't get pulled over. His last DUI had cost us over six thousand dollars. Thank God no one was hurt or he didn't kill someone. He could have been incarcerated and we could have lost everything. My husband was totally irresponsible sometimes. I offered to drive and he dismissed the idea claiming I was being silly. Not wanting it to become an issue I gave in. Why did I always give in to him ? It's part of my nature to be submissive, I'm a little old fashioned I guess.

Truthfully I had a bad feeling about this and wished Brad wasn't going with me...he had a tendency to embarrass both of us but it was an event for his little sister and big brother Brad wouldn't miss it for the world !

We got there safely, thank God. They even had valet parking but Brad was being a jerk and threatened the young man if he damaged his pride and joy Corvette he would sue him for everything he had.
As soon as we got there Brad left me alone and disappeared with his buddies. Actually I was relieved...we hardly spoke two words to each other on the drive over here and things were getting very tense between us.

I looked around for Rick, knowing he was invited being a good friend of the family but didn't see him or his very pretty pregnant wife yet...2FOOKBs imgur

 

[Slyguy999]

Brad
I want to share a picture of my gorgeous beautiful wife Angelique. I am one lucky guy.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick Harris, 33 years old, senior wealth manager for a top Austin Tx based investment firm, married to my wife Sarah of 4 years, just pregnant and expecting our first child

Two days before the wedding, it was supposed to be a fun day, the men of the wedding party, and a few select friends. 12 men, three foursomes, I was partners with the groom, against Brad, the bride’s brother and the best man. I was surprised and flattered to be included. Sasha Jennings was the kid sister of Brad Jennings, my long time friend and current problem I was not sure how to fix. I liked Sasha’s fiancée, he was a good guy, a sigma chi from TCU, he had played football, where Brad and I had played at Texas where we were Delt’s almost a decade earlier. That is where we had become friends, best friends in fact, although, like I inferred, that was far more strained today.

I had appreciated being invited to the “family” event, Sasha was a cute kid when I knew her, and we had been somewhat close when she had a crush on her brother’s handsome friend. Humbly, that was me, at six foot three 195 pounds, back then I had looked a lot like Val Kilmer in Top Gun, and in all honesty, even today, I still got my share of heads turning at the Country Club pool. Brad alternatively had started to look like the portrait of Dorian Gray as the liquor and coke he still liberally indulged in, not to mention the late nights and womanizing all took their toll.

We had talked about it a lot, but Brad was an addict, whether it be drugs, liquor, gambling or women, he needed to live life on the edge, damned the consequences, even if it destroyed his career and marriage? Maybe I was an enabler, always helping bail his ass out of trouble, even with the owners of our company where I had helped him not only get, but more importantly keep, his job. I didn’t mean to be, for instance he would snear, “How can you possibly only fuck one woman…” As I would ask him to stop cheating on Angel, his wife. And I would simply say, “Because that is the one I married.. and fuck man .. you married Angel .. do you know how many guys would give up whatever it took for only one night with your wife?” I think he did know, but it didn’t stop him.

It wasn’t as if I was a choir boy, we had enjoyed our bachelorhood, but at some point, you had to grow up, take responsibility for your actions and leave college and frat life behind. In terms of Sasha, had I known she would grow up into such a beauty, I might have let her hang around us a little more, but we had been typical frat boy, student athletes, working hard, playing hard, riding late into the night, and bringing the horses back tired and wet. It was no place to have a young, impressionable girl having a front row seat, which probably only increased my appeal to her.

Even going back to college, when we were both running with the big dogs, learning to piss on the big tree, there was one key difference, Brad had been there to play football, and while I had too, I had zero illusions of playing in the NFL, we were good athletes, but high football IQ guys, but guys who played defensive back and ran a high 4.6 forty, hardly had a chance of playing in the League. We were burn’t orange though, through and through, which made Angelique, Brad’s gorgeous wife, a Sooner girl , a bit of forbidden fruit. That and she was married to my onetime best friend and I had been best man in their wedding.

She would always be the one who could have been. I even remembered the night they met, it was at a bar in Dallas, I’d noticed her from across the bar, actually first on the dance floor and then watching her walk back to a table with some girl friends. She was a woman you noticed across the floor, a body built for sin and an ability to carry it, dance, even laugh or throw back a drink in a way all you could do was stare … stare and get hard! Like a fool I had pointed her out to Brad, gone to get a pitcher of beer we could take over to the table with her and her friends, and by the time I turned around, he was already there, and instead, like any good “bro” I moved to wingman and helped him land the ultimate prize.

I had met Sarah, my wife two weeks later, and a year later both sets of couples were married. Most women were terrified of Angelique, they saw the way their husbands looked at her, and insecurities would abound, not my wife, she was a woman of faith, and I had never given her reason to feel insecure, and maybe that was why she not only liked Angel but hated Brad for things she saw, but really only knew a fraction of.

The front nine had been fun, we were all good players, but while three of us had all nursed a single beer, Brad had downed three double vodka transfusions. Jamie, Sasha’s fiancée, and I won the front nine, one up, we were playing best ball of the twosome, match play style, with $250 going to front nine winners, $250 to back nine winners, and $500 overall. It was a bit pricey for the younger guys, but as long as no one pressed, it was affordable, and I promised Jamie I would cover his losses, but doubted we’d lose. We were all scractch players, so no strokes were given, and with four collegiate athletes, the trash talking and competitiveness and testosterone was high.

I had suggested we just play for fun, but Brad wouldn’t have it, so there we went. However by 18, we were one up on the back too, which meant if we won 18, Jamie and I would win $1,000. A nice little extra present for the bride and groom as I would let Jamie keep the winnings. However, on the 18th tee, Jamie sliced his tee shot and was out of play. The 18th at Colonial Country Club is their signature hole, we were playing from the tips, but is is still onl 369 yards, to a peninsula green, where the pin was tucked back right behind the traps. With Jamie out of the hole, I was playing two on one, I hit a four iron to lay back and give myself a full shot into the green, and when Brad saw that, as the ball took flight he yelled triple press!

This immediately tripled both the bet on the back nine, and total, as well as, if either team birdied the bet doubled again. This immediately made the hole worth $750 and as much as $1,500 on the one bet, $1,500 to $3,000 on the other. He yelled it right in the middle of my swing, hoping it would make me butcher the sot, but this was gamesmanship we allowed, and frankly didn’t bother me. What did bother me was I knew this was way more than the young guys could play for, and I knew, very well, Brad couldn’t either. As my four iron arced down the middle of the fairway, 220, leavinb me 149, a solid pitching wedge to the green.

“No man, let’s keep it fun…” I turned, Brad and his partner yet to hit. “What are you too big a pussy to play us alone big man…” Brad hissed, a venom in his voice I didn’t understand. He was a mean drunk and a worse loser, “No dude, but this is just for fun.” I could see how uncomfortable the two kids were, and I tried to set them at ease. “Okay, how about this, you up my bet only, but the boys can stay where they were.” I saw the relief on their faces and down we went. Brad had gone for it, lacing a three wood that barely missed going into the water leaving him under 100 yards left. Brad’s partner, so shaken, hooked his into the water so only the two of us remained.

“I’m pressing again…” Brad sneared, knowing this was completely against the rules, but at this point I didn’t care. “Fine.” Stepping into my shot, I fired my wedge into the air, taking dead aim at the pin, the ball hit four feet behind the pin and barely missed backing up into the hole for an eagle, leaving me a tap in birdie. Brad’s face went white, if he didn’t birdie he would lose $9,000, money I knew damned well he didn’t have. He laid the sod over his sand wedge and his ball fell well short of the railroad ties supporting the green into the water, the match was over. Brad snapped the wedge over his knee and didn’t bother to shake hands.

I tried to tell him to forget the presses and instead got a “Fuck you!” As he stormed off the course. I showed up at the wedding, wanting to talk to him, I had no intention of collecting the money, but things were bad, and he needed to get back into rehab. The day was meant to be fun, I knew Angelique would be there and I wanted to see her, enjoy the day as friends, and not embarrass Brad in front of her, but somehow we needed to fix that. Yet as we walked into the party, for a minute, all of that was forgotten, as I saw her in that dress!

 

[angelique127]

I was sitting outside beside the pool with my mother in law, Sheila and soon to be sister in law Sasha conversing under an umbrella and sipping a glass of wine. I saw Rick immediately and was surprised that he wasn't with his wife. They were usually inseparable, always together and often desribed as the perfect couple by everyone that knew them. Myself I was more or less envious of her. I wonder what Sarah would do if she ever found out that I often fantasied about being with her handsome husband ? I even had several photos of Rick on my phone, standing shirtless at my pool that I liked to look at if I was in the mood. His chest, chiseled abs and nice biceps were quite impressive, to say the least ! Yes Sara was a very lucky lady to have such a promising and confident man. Unlike Brad, Rick reeked of success whether on the golf course or in the boardroom.

When I saw him standing alone I gave him one of my dazzling smiles and a little wave, " Excuse me ladies for a moment. "

I approache him to give him a little hug. He smelled so good like a man should. I was wearing a tight navy blue dress with white polka dots that hugged my body and showed off my tanned shapely legs, along pair of white high heels, whick only accented my derriere. That and my signature pearl necklace and earrings. Rick smiled down at me having a very decent veiw of my cleavage.

" Rick its so good to see you again ! How have you been ? Oh and congratulations, you will make a wonderful daddy ! " I smiled using the opportunity to squeeze his big bicep. " Oh where is Sarah ? Didn't she come with you ? "

Before Rick could answer she magically appeared and took his arm poccessively. I think she was aware that I always had a secret crush on her husband.

" I'm right here, Angel, my man would never go anywhere without me..." Sara gave him a kiss on the cheek. " Oh and don't you look nice in that dress ! "

" Thank you, I am so pleased you like it. It won't be long before you are wearing maternity clothes. " Actually I was a little jealous of her. Brad and I had always wanted to have a child but so far it never happened. The way things were going lately perhaps that was for the best. We didn't need any more complications in our marriage these days. Our marriage was strained enough.

" Oh no, maternity clothes are so drad , it is something I am not looking forward too. When are you and Brad going to have a child."

" Whenever Brad decides to grow up. " I remarked. They both laughed.

" Oh yes, Brad does behave like a child sometimes ! " Sara smiled sweetly. I knew she really disproved of Brad and her husbands friendship, as if he was a bad influence.

I decided to change the subject, I had promised myself that today I was going to worry about Brads 'behaviors', " So Rick don't forget you promised me a dance later ! "

Sara smiled and asked if Rick if she could have a moment alone with him. She said it was very important...

" Of course. " I smiled



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[Homerun2611]

There hadn’t been much time from the end of golf, to having a quick drink absent Brad who had vanished after entering the clubhouse. It was fun being with the young bucks, there was a natural teasing of Billy’s, Sasha’s fiancée, as this was really his last chance to bail, only to have me slap him on the back and honestly say marrying Sarah had made me a better man. Later I would realize how ironic that statement would soon seem.

We had finished at 4, finished drinks at 4:45 which left an hour and 45 minutes to get home, change, and bring my wife back for the rehearsal dinner. The wedding itself was going to be held at the club. there was a beautiful outdoor patio and veranda which would serve as the alter to seats set up on the sprawling lawn. So Billy had simply showered at the club and the rehearsal itself would take place while we were changing.

Walking into the house I heard the sound of gagging and the toilet flushing. Sarah was having trouble, constantly nauseaus, but the OBGYN optimistically kept telling her, sick momma, healthy baby, and that was all the encouragement my wife needed to hear. For her, being a mother was the highest possible calling and I loved how seriously she took it.

“Sorry Rick… I’m going to make it tonight, but we should take separate cars, as I am going to come home right after dinner, and you should stay.” That was her, always thinking of others, but in this case she was right, and I wouldn’t have felt right not hanging out at least a bit with Sasha and the family, Brad was an entirely different issue.

“I’ve got your closed laid out… that light tan linen suit should be perfect for tonight, and then your dark blue checked Armani for the wedding?” Sure enough walking into my bedroom I saw it all laid out, somehow in between morning sickness, a misnomer at best a trivialization at worst, she had taken care of making sure I was looking my best.

“You really are the best babe…. Let me quickly hop in the shower and I’ll be ready to go in 20.” Showering, shaving I put on my suit, and with the dark tan, the natural blonde highlights in my hair and my deep blue eyes, I looked good. it would be a warm night, and so while the linen would wrinkle, I would stay cool and the wrinkles were all part of the casual, classically leisure look, anyway

I dabbed on my Lagerfeld aftershave and colgne, even putting a dab on my chest and balls, even though who was I kidding my life was in no mood for sex tonight just like she hadn’t been in weeks.

Just as we were about to leave, she had another bout and sent me ahead. I tried to protest, but she would have none of it. As soon as I came out on the large patio of the club, Manuela my favorite waitress, had a cold Michelob Ultra, in my hands. “You do know me don’t you?” And she only giggled while turning and giving me a little extra wiggle. She also knew what I enjoyed.

I had been looking for Brad, wanting to clear the air and get rid of any attention, when I saw Angelique heading in my direction. There was not a more attractive figure at the club, and maybe all of Dallas, a town where it was very difficult to make that distinction, and in that knitted dress, she was only adding gasoline to the fire.

I welcomed the hug, she was always affectionate and there was no use not enjoying the feel of her warm, exquisite body pressed into mine. I even thought I could feel the alluring poking of rock hard nipples against my muscular chest. Smiling at her welcome, “You know I think it is illegal to look that good in a dress.” Kissing you on the cheek before releasing my hand still lingering on your waist as we looked into each other’s eyes.

“I’ve been good… it’s just been too long since we’ve all gotten together, and yes and know. Sarah isn’t feeling all that well so we thought we should bring two cars, but she’ll be along shortly….” And as if on cue, suddenly there she was.

Sarah made a little joke and then complimented Angel, and unlike many women who would have spoken in jealousy, her compliment was genuine as she had often remarked to me how stunning Angels’ figure was, usually in the context of her frustration over Brad’s endless flirting.

Sarah wanted to pull me away, and I assumed she was already not feeling well, “I’m sorry Angel, my wife needs a second, but I do expect you to save me a dance, right?” It was a bit of a tradition, Sarah while an athlete had no sense of rhythm and hated to dance, but knew I loved it, and as Brad was usually drunk we were perfect partners. Even the way we danced, evocative and teasing, Sarah would only smile, happy to see a woman doing something she so dreaded herself.

When we were alone, Sarah leaned in to whisper, “When I was walking in, Brad is already hitting on one of the bridesmaids at the bar, you need to do something….” In all honesty, in the big picture of Brad, this was fairly innocent. “Sure, I need to talk to him anyway, but go talk to Angel okay, I don’t want her coming in while I talk to him.

When I walked inside, I saw Brad at the middle of the bar, a tight little 21 year old blonde next to him laughing as his hand moved to the small of her back. “Hey buddy…” I slapped my arm around him, pulling him away from advancing his hands. “Have you met .. un… Casey…. She was Sasha’s sorority sister…” He was moving to put his arm back around her, but I was too quick moving in. “Nice to meet you Casey, but do you mind, I need to talk to my buddy here, okay…”

Brad went from friendly to seething, a combination of worry for his gambling debt and being cock blocked from his immediate goal. “Let’s go into the locker room for a minute… we need to talk….” I knew he wanted to fight me, but he really couldn’t .. and so with my hand around his shoulder I lead him to a place we could be alone.

“First, the good news.. I have no intention of collecting on our bet today….” I watched as his shoulders dropped and a bit of relief swept his body, “… Second, for fuck’s sake, this is your sister’s rehearsal dinner, Jesus Christ, give it a rest and mingle, be charming, and quit chasing for at least one night … can you?”

 

[angelique127]

Sara and I sat down at a table and chatted while Rick disappeared somewhere. Perhaps to take an important business call or to handle a messy situation. Rick was the type of guy who was always in contol, dependable, successful and calm cool and collected. Her husband used to be like that but now Brad was a shadow of his former self.

" Have I told you how lucky you are Sara to have such a wonderful husband ? " I smiled, sipping my third glass of wine for the day. Poor Sara nursing a Shirley Temple, unable to drink. " Yes many times she laughed. If she only knew how bad I was crushing on her husband...despite this I really liked her compared to some of the other catty wives and friends. Sara had this somewhat happy innocence about her and I could see why Rick loved her. Not to mention Sara was very beautiful and looked simply radiate as pregnant females often did when not sick from morning sickness.

I enjoyed our conversation about our college daze and thenSasha approached our table and asked if I had seen Brad. " No honey I haven't seen him all day. Why is anything wrong ? "

" No not really but he promised to meet me in the clubhouse before dinner and deal with the caterer who is furious about not being paid. I can't find him anywhere. " Sasha was on the verge of tears and upset and I couldn't blame her. This wasn't the first time Brad let someone down and wouldn't be the last. The bride to be looked up to him, not only as a brother but as a surrogate father after her father died.

" Don't cry sweetie, we will find him. " I stood up and gave her a hug. For some reason I felt partially responsible. " Did you look in the Tiki Bar ? " I didn't mention I caught Brad several times flirting with the blonde bimbo waitress who worked there.

Yes but he wasn't there. I looked everywhere... " panic was setting in now...when we found him I told myself I wouldn't make a scene and ruin Sashas big day but when we got home in private I was certainly going to give the worthless bastard a piece of my mind !

" I'm sorry Sasha I have to go and find my husband. " I said taking Sasha's hand. " " I'll come with you ! " Sasha offered...

 

[Homerun2611]

For Sarah, pregnancy was both the greatest of joys and the most trying of times. This first trimester was the worst, but obviously Rick had told Brad and so she didn’t mind sharing with Angel, she had long suspected that Angel would also love to have a baby, a suspicion she had just confirmed.

She leaned in, “I know we don’t know each other that well, but for some reason I feel close to you. And for me, I think you know my faith, and …”. She bit her lip, obviously nervous, “I don’t like how Brad has treated you, honestly you are so beautiful it is almost intimidating to the rest of us, but you’re right I am lucky to have a husband like Rick and just the fact you appreciate that .. .I have been thinking if you might be willing…” Something was obviously bottled up within her, “assuming everything goes okay … that is .. to be the godmother to our child?”

Sasha approached and Sarah, whispered, “I know this is a big ask, please take your time…” And then Sasha pulled Angelique away. I was just finishing my statement when we heard the knock, “Mr. Jennings your sister appears to need…”. But the man couldn’t continue, as Brad suddenly bolted for the toilets, apparently the excessive drinking was rearing its head and Brad needed to pray to the porcelain God.

I simply shook my head, “Thanks Anthony ..”. Anthony Johnson had been the clubhouse attendant at the club for years, he was the locker room attendant and resident bookie, and I was sure Brad had a debt with him as well, however, in public settings he knew his place. “… why don’t I see Sasha, let me see if I can take care of it.”

As I left the locker room, I could hear the echoes of Brad getting sick in the toilet bay. “Remember there is mouth wash at the sink … just take your time and I’ll take care of it.” I only heard a grunt in return.

When I came outside there was Sasha and Angelique walking toward me, and it was then it struck me, even though they were not blood, how the two women could be sisters, despite the differences in coloring, they both had bodies that either Sports Illustrated or Victoria’s Secret models would die for. And in those dresses, those heels, if only I wasn’t married!

“Hello Ladies …” Extending my arm so slide around Sasha’s back to give the young bride to be a kiss on the cheek only to find her turn her cheek in that very moment so that our lips met in soft caress. “Oh, I’m sorry Sasha…” Apologizng for the assumed mistake, taking ownership, “I’m not Uncle Rick…” She giggled, I’ve wanted to do that forever….

Laughing at her little teasing but taking a step back, “Your brother isn’t feeling well and needs a minute, but if there’s something you need, maybe I could help…” I wasn’t even sure waht I was offering, as I looked from one set of beautiful, burning female eyes to the next…and felt my cock unintentionally pulse in my pants …

 

[angelique127]

I really wasn't shocked when Rick accidently kissed Sasha on the lips but more surprised. She just had not turned her head in time...again I could not help but feel a pang of jealousy. Rick was the man that all the ladies adored in our inner circle and Sasha was no different. However I knew it was completely innocent...or was it ? My future sister in law was totally gorgeous and desirable a female that any red blooded male would want to be with.

" Not to change the subject Rick, but your little sweet wife asked me to be the godmother for your child. I am honored to be but does that mean Brad would also be the godfather ? " I asked.

" Don't worry Angel, my brother would make a fantastic Godfather ! " Sasha insisted.

I wasn't about to disagree with her, at least not today. Sasha was completely ignoring the fact that her loving brother was in the mens room puking his guts up and had been drinking alcohol since he woke up this morning. How many lines of coke had he snorted in between ? If she only knew how far behind on our mortage and in debt we really where, and how close he was to losing his job. Today was certainly not to bring this up however, but Rick knew how much Brad needed an intervention. Oh God if Sasha only knew when the last time Brad and I had made love...

I didn't wait for Rick to answer the question but gave him his own kiss on the cheek. If nobody was watching and Sasha wasn't there, I might have kissed him on the lips just like I wanted too...the only man I dreamed and fantasized about. Sarah had only made it worse, when we were drinking wine one night and being silly and she confessed how big Ricks cock really was. Apparently it was almost twice the size of my husbands if true. And what was even better that Rick always got erect, no matter what ! On the other hand Brad was usually a total dissappointment in that department.

Just then Brad stumbled from the locker room with Anthoney helping him walk. He looked terrible, pale and sick. It had been a rough day for my husband How could I not compare him to Rick who was must robust.

" Thank you Uncle Rick. Let's go sit down and make you feel better before dinner. " Sasha insisted, leading him away to a table.

However I lingered for a moment..." Don't forget I get the first dance. "

 

[Homerun2611]

The kiss had been a mistake, and I assumed, even though I was sure I had felt her young tongue momentarily extend and tickle my bottom lip, that had been a mistake as well. Surely, Sasha was focused on her upcoming wedding which was set for tomorrow.

Angelique surprised me, “She did? I’m glad to hear it, I think you would be a perfect choice…” I meant that too, in terms of Angelique and I was proud of my wife, most women would be intimidated by Angel’s beauty, but Sarah could see the caring, loving woman inside.

The second part made me take pause, “I … I really hadn’t considered Brad…” That was a far different issue, Brad was not the same guy I had once known, or maybe he was, but the rest of us had grown up, and candidly, grown a pair. Let alone, imagine our child was a daughter, I wasn’t sure exactly how low Brad would go, as so far he still seemed to chase every skirt in town, despite the fact his wife was absolutely stunning.

Sasha gave Brad a vote of support, while at the same time carrying a frown over the caterer’s payment concerns. “I never said otherwise … “I smiled, hiding my true feelings, but my guess was there was more behind Angel’s question than Sasha realized. It made me sad to think of her truly knowing what kind of man her husband really was. I vowed to try to help Brad get on the right track, but not because of him, simply for Angel’s sake.

I felt Angel’s lips press to my cheek and was careful not to mistakenly kiss her too, however I did wrap my hand around her waist and pull her close, my body responding to her firm breasts pressed against my chest, I even imagined her nipples hard which only made me shudder as I tried not to think about it more. The last thing I needed was to stand here with the bride to be, and the woman who would always be the one who got away, sporting a massive erection.

When Brad stumbled out, it gave us all a reason to break, “I tell you what, why don’t you let me deal with the caterer, and you can help Brad …” He had at least used the mouthwash as I had suggested. Sasha was absolutely bubbling and this time it was clearly not a mistake, when she leaned in and kissed me on the lips, her young body pressing tightly. “Oh thank you Ricky … “ I had not been called that in years, “If you would I promise I will owe you one and I always pay my debts.”

She winked but the irony almost made me laugh, as her brother, my long time best friend surely could not say the same. “You just be a good girl and be happy in your marriage…” I thought it was the gentlemanly thing to say and was a bit surprised when she instead had a little frown. “No sir, I promise you won’t regret this.” I was not so sure. As I began to walk away, I heard Angel, “I don’t think I could possibly forget, but I am hoping for more than one…” I was not a man who liked give a woman one of only anything, it wa unfortunate that no matter how good of a dancer I was, as was Angel, my real talents lie elsewhere.

Brad had stiffed the caterer, the $2,500 he had paid was simply a down payment, “How much do we owe, we can’t disappoint the bride…” When I looked back to see the girls tending to Brad, I saw Angel look up at me, and that was all it took. I wrote the caterer a check for $35,000, but knowing Brad I knew I would never see that money again, and Sarah would not be happy, although we could easily afford it. I appreciated my wife’s conservatism though, but right now the only thing that mattered was not crushing Sasha’s dreams, the night before her wedding.

By the time I got back to Sarah, she was absolutely green. “Honey, I appreciate your being a trooper, but let’s get you home.” I did driver her home, but she insisted I come back and despite saying otherwise, I wanted ot enjoy friends, drinks and dancing. As I pulled back in the club, I couldn’t deny, I was looking forward to that dance, in fact the entire evening!

 

[angelique127]

Tired of my husbands antics and how he had stiffed the caterer, I excused myself from the table to use the ladies room. I wasn't surprised at Ricks generosity, that was just the kind of man he was, but I was alittle taken back at Sasha's gratitude. She had kissed him twice but it was more the way she looked at him with her adoring baby blue eyes...of course Sasha had a reason when to be appreciative when Rick paid off the caterer without a blink of an eye. Besides I couldn't really blame Sasha if she had a 'crush' on him, she wouldn't be the first or the only one that did...and Rick was not the kind of guy to take advantage of such a young girl, who would be a new bride by tomorrow. Rick had morals, not to mention a very pretty and pregnant wife.

As I re applied my lipstick I hoped that Rick would come back after taking Sarah home. I so much wanted to dance with him again, like that night at my wedding. Having him holding me in his strong arms, gazing up at his handsome face as he swept me off my feet, was something I will never forget. He was like my prince in shining armour riding a white stallion, rescueing me ! Even then when Brad and I were engaged, I had some doubts that I was marrying the wrong man and would never live up to my expectations.

And now it was too late. We were both married to other people, and it was all too complicated...

I returned to the table and his mom, sister and fiance were trying to get Brad to drink coffee and sober up.

" Oh how I wish Ricky was here. He knows how to get Brad to behave. And I so can't to wait to dance with him tonight. " Sasha confided to me.

I blinked my long eyelashes, this was more serious than I thought..." Speaking of the devil ! " I said when I saw Rick approaching our table...

 

[Homerun2611]

I heard Sasha’s words, and smiled, and then laughed at Angel’s reply, “The devil you say, and I always thought I was such a gentleman?” Giving Angel a wink before turning my attention to the bride to be. “As for you, your wish is my command? Let me take him off all of your hands for a bit and get our cowboy here sobered up.”

I had tried to keep the situation jovial, but Sasha would not let it so easily pass. Sasha had been an incorrigible kid, pestering and always wanting to know what we might be up to and seemingly hoping for the worst. Now at first glance she looked sweet and innocent, but her mane was a fiery red for a reason, and inside was a girl who was still longing to be a part of the trouble, and was more than willing to initiate it herself.

“Well if my wish is really your command, then leave my brother with his wife, and ai have better uses for you!” Her little nipples were so hard they were pouring through her white dress, which given the comments and the thoughts clearly running through her young mind was quite an ironic color.

I looked at her, “Listen sexy …” It was a name I had long used for her, and always made her smile and arch her back a bit, “I know that you don’t really want to do, what you’re suggesting, and trust me, we all have thoughts about what we are giving up on the night before we get married…”

Even as I said it, my eyes went over and for a moment looked deeply into Angel’s, for it was she I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about the night before I had tied the knot … and then I went back to Sasha’s, “But you do love Billy, and you are going to be a good wife for a very lucky man.” Yet as I stood up, dragging Brad with me, pulling his arm around my shoulder, I was sure Sasha was staring straight into my crotch.

She did have the cutest little pursed lips, and there was no doubt tempting! “Give me 15 minutes to get him cleaned up, and will be out before dinner.” Once back in the locker room, I sat Brad on the bench in front of his locker. “I’m not undressing you, get your ass naked and I will turn on the showers.”

I turned it as cold as it would go, and came back up as he stumbled in my direction, I am sure they heard the scream outside when he stepped into the stall, “You mother fucker, it is frigid…” I couldn’t hide my laugh, “Yep.. and I am looking at my watch, you stay under there for a full minute or I am going to make you pay me what you owe me.”

Brad swore for the next 45 seconds until he came out, the only thing that wasn’t turning blue was his balls. “Feel better?” I joked, only to receive the single finger salute. However, it had worked, and we walked out looking as good as new.

“That’s it man … that’s my last rescue of the night …” He was already headed to the bar, but the music was starting. I slid up next to Angel slipping my arm around her, “Your husband is fine, but I didn’t realize there was going to be dancing before dinner .. do you think we might slip one in now… and still leave a dance for me later?

 

[angelique127]

Why would I ever refuse to dance with the man of my dreams ? If he only knew how many times I had fantasized about making love with him. On some warm romantic moonlight tropical beach or in my own bedroom when Brad was at the office. I didn't care. How many times had I thought about calling him up and inviting Rick over for coffee when my husband was away on business ? So many scenerios of us went through my mind constantly. I must admit that I often played with my pussy while looking at pictures of him on my phone when alone or next to Brad when he was sleeping, especially when he was passed out and neglecting me. But we were both married and it could never happen in reality. Once when Sarah was at a party and a little bit tipsy, before she got pregnant. she confided just how big Rick's cock was and the way he knew how to use it.

Wordessly I slipped into his arms. At the moment I didn't care who was watching, not Brad, his mom or his little sassy flirty sister, Sasha. And poor innocent Sarah was not here. Let them eat their heart out. This dance belonged to me. If I could I would make them all dissappear and it would be just me and Rick dancing together...

Just being next to him made my sensitive nipples stiff as the rubbed across the silky materail of my dress when we moved. This, of course, caused little delightful tingles to go to my pussy. For years we behaved ourselves in public, but I did sense our mutual attraction for each other. I saw the sensual way he undressed me with his eyes when he thought nobody was looking. It was like a slow burn...

 

[angelique127]

It was one of my favorite romantic songs by Bob Segar...'Shame On the Moon' ! I loved the piano...

" Until you've been beside a man,
You don't know what he wants
You don't know if he cries at night
You don't know if he don't
Where nothing comes easy
Old nightmares are real
Until you been beside a man
You don't know how he feels.

Once inside a womans heart
A man must keep his head
Heaven opens up the door
Where angels fear to tread
Some men go crazy
Some men go slow
Some men go just where they want
Some men never go...

Ohhh blame it on midnite
Ohhh shame on the moon...

I couldn't help but smile at up him. Nobody else existed at the moment, it was just me and him...

 

[Homerun2611]

I can feel your back arch and you ever so gracefully press back into me, as my hand finds the small of your back, my fingers mere inches above what I have personally deemed the finest ass in Texas. Just the feel of you in my strong hand, letting me guide you and steer you to our destination, sends an intense thrill to my cock. I don’t want to, will curse myself for doing it, but it is virtually impossible to touch you, hold you in my arms, or look deeply into your eyes just inches away from mine, and not get hard!

You aren’t the kind of woman who just arouses a man, you are this irressistible magnet, and I am so rock hard and craving your touch, and yet, I must control myself, resist and when we do finish our dance, excuse myself for a moment to go somewhere and let the stallion in my boxer briefs relax and retreat.

Reaching the dance floor I decided it was safer to move to the far back corner, free from eyes who might notice my obvious arousal. I pushed you away, only to curl my hand around your waist and pull you back to me. While I wished it was a faster song, where I might move and somehow forget this burning desire, it was instead slow, and when you wrapped your hands around my neck and mine clasped to rest on that spectacular ass, the natural way our bodies pressed together, made the truth quite apparent.

I bit my lip and sighed. “I am sorry, please take it as a compliment, some things are simply biology, or is it chemistry, but I promise I am a gentleman.” I could not deny how much I enjoyed dancing with you, your body pressed to mine as if trying to help me hide my inappropriate reaction. “I’ve always loved Bob Seger, I used to love the way you played and sang his songs. I loved this song, but I think my favorite we Night Moves, I mean hearing you sing it was something I will never forget….”

I let my embarrassment wash away, there was nothing I could do, my far too large cock trapped and throbbing between our bodies was best forgotten if possible and letting us simply dance and sway to the music was far too fun. “I hope you don’t have to hurry back just yet, I’d love to dance for one or two more…” And then, almost as if on command, “Night Moves” was indeed the next song … And I couldn’t help but think of the woman in the song and how she couldn’t hold a candle to the woman I currently held in my arms…

 

[angelique127]

Not many men know how to dance. However Rick was an exception. I wished we could just dance the night away forever in each others arms ! There was no way to hide his excitement from me, I felt it pressing against my belly as we moved. His strong hands were gripping my derriere, driving me wild with lust...Oh God I have wanted to be with him so bad, my wicked naughty thoughts for another man who wasn't my husband. I didn't care I wanted him to make me be his slut.

However I knew it wasn't going to happen, we both had so much to lose. Brad no longer mattered to me and I suspected that he had several affairs with other women and my desire for him was non existant. My husband was a very selfish man, unlike Rick. That may be one of the reasons I admired Rick so much. He was honest to a fault. I knew that he would never be unfaithful to his wife, that was just the kind of man he was !

We danced another song before I excused myself and went to the ladies room to powder my nose. My panties were saturated, so many naughty thoughts about him, and I took them off. It was all Ricks fault really. I placed them in my purse and joined my family and friends at the table. Standing next to Rick I slipped them into his pocket, hoping that no one saw me...just a little reminder of what he did to me. I couldn't believe I was being so naughty !

It was almost time for the rehearsel dinner...

 

[Homerun2611]

My God you felt good, too good, far to good for a married man like myself to feel when dancing with another man’s wife, no matter how much I knew that man didn’t deserve you, and how, and it didn’t seem that long ago, that I had thought you might be mine.

It didn’t do any good to reflect back, I had planned to approach you, even from afar you had taken my breath away and made me instantly crave, but Brad had moved in ahead of me, and the rest was history. So many times I had wondered, what if I had approached you first, but what good really did it to to ponder such a question?

We weren’t doing anything too outlandish on the dance floor, in fact in my current state of aching arousal, I hoped to bring as little attention to us as possible. Yet I knew, people would look, there was no denying how striking we looked together, people would whisper, and in all honesty, how we held each other and moved did little to squash gossip.

“I love how you dance…” Whispered softly into your ear, “Like you know where I am going to lead you, before I even go there, or our bodies are talking and anticipating, even before my brain sets direction. I have never ha a woman that feels and dances like you do, I want you to know what a special treat this is, these stolen moments we get every so often.”

I truly was not trying to seduce her, simply acknowledge and give appropriate appreciation to the extraordinary beauty and grace I held in my arms. I knew we had to stop, dinner was about to be served. “I hope we can dance again, if not tonight than tomorrow?” I said this looking into her eyes, just before we parted, her lips far too close and far too tempting, leaning in and forcing myself to politely kiss her soft cheek and enjoy one last inhale of her perfume.

As she moved toward the bridal party, I slipped out the back and went to the men’s room. A splash of cold water on my face, I knew there was no going back absent relief. I felt like a young boy as I stole into a stall and fished out my large cock to fire a massive load into easily discarded tissue.

I knew that I shouldn’t have allowed myself to feel this way, no man should feel this way about any woman other than his wife, but it was as it was, and at least now, I could return and engage in dinner, no longer aching with unheeded desire for my old friend’s wife.

With Sarah not feeling well, I would not make this a late night, and there was still the wedding tomorrow. It was as I preparing to leave, to get my keys from my jacket pocket that I felt the panties. Stealing away to a secluded corner I pulled them out, and moaned, sensing their dampness in my hand. What choice did I have but to bring the barely there, triangle of lace and silk to my nose, inhaling in the musk of the beauty who had so rewarded me.

I wanted to think they might be Angelique’s, but would she possibly be that daring. Yet the thought that his sexy cloth in my hand, might have carressed her mound as I danced and desired her, filled my body with a new found desire that incented and engaged every ounce of virility in my body. I could not help myself, but bring the gusset to my mouth, adventuring a brief lick and a soft kiss.

Keeping the panties with me would be playing Russian roulette with my marriage and risk hurting my sweet wife, implying something had happened that hadn’t. I didn’t even know for sure that these were Angelique’s, perhaps they were Sasha, or even a practical joke from one of the guys at the club. I know what I hoped though, and for that reason I could not discard them. Instead I went to my locker and slipped them into a bag I kept my watch and wedding ring in when I was playing. The irony with where I chose to hide this discreet gift was not lost on me.

I only needed to say my good nights, looking for Sasha, Brad and Angelique, I knew I needed to get home, and could only hope my wife might be in condition to allow me to unleash what was once again on fire raging inside of me!

 

[angelique127]

Rick said his good byes, he was going home for the evening early to his but pregnant lucky wife. He smiled down at me, was that desire I saw in those eyes ? Had he found that little special gift I put in his pocket for him to find ? Never in my life had I been so daring or spantaneous to do something like give my panties to another man. A married man. My husbands best friend. But really I had no regrets. I would do it again if given the chance...

Later, as I was driving home alone, Bradley had said he would get a ride home from one of his buddies at the country club or just ubber. I didn't mind, our marriage was over and I was used to being alone. I just hoped he wouldn't gamble or do something foolish and end up in jail again. At least I had the car and he couldn't possibly get a DUI again. But I didn't want to think about him really. I thought about Rick and the way he made me feel. I simply melted in his arms. When I felt his hard cock pressing against my stomach as we danced I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him ! The proof was in the pudding and I could hardly believe I had actually slipped my wet panties in his pocket. Did I feel guilty ? Yes of course I did, his wife was my friend and I didn't want to betray her trust. Brad, on the other hand, I didn't care about, he had hurt me by cheating with other women numerous times. To make matters worse everyone knew about it. What better revenge than to sleep with his best friend.

Why should I be neglected, I asked myself, as my finger slipped under the hem of my dress to touch my moist pussy. As usual Rick was the center of my fantasies, but I realized that he had so much more to lose if we were together and got caught. Still I couldn't stop thinking about him ! I tried to concentrate on my driving and not go off the road as I played with my clitty with my finger. Maybe I should wait until I got home, like I usually did when Brad was passed out or out with his drinking buddies. I had a collection of toys that would make a high paid prostitute blush !

So many times I had thought of hiring a good a good attorney and divorcing Brad and taking him for everything he had, but I just couldn't do that to him. Besides he was in debt from gambling and cocaine. No I would just continue to live in our nine bedroom estate and pretend to be happy, at least for now. And fantasize about what it would be like to be with his best friend...

Tomorrow was the big event and I knew Rick would be there, looking so handsome and confident in his tuxedo. I couldn't wait...

 

[Homerun2611]

I’d said my goodbyes, so tempted to run my hands up Angel’s somewhat exposed thigh and see if I could get all the way to her V, if a naked and wanting pussy, sans panties, might greet me?

I knew I shouldn’t be thinking such things, but I had held the panties up before setting them in my locker, and I had imagine how they would look on her classically elegant and sexy body. Angelique was like the classic beauties of the old movies I liked so much a Rita Hayworth, or even Raquel Welch, a body that Michelangelo would have marveled at, a body that deserved to be celebrated in the finest marble or onyx statue, a modern day Venus, mmmm, how that image appeared in my mind, wearing only those panties and perhaps the right set of heels?

She was seating as I approached, “Good night …” I reached down to have her extend her hand, politely kissing the back, “I hope I can get that other dance tomorrow … I promise I won’t leave so early.” It was almost as if I was asking her out on a date, it was only a dance, but it would keep my mind full of imagining it through a good night’s sleep filled with inappropriately erotic dreams.

I had every intention to leave, but as I was about to head out, I heard the click of heels, only to turn and see Sasha running to me. “Ricky you aren’t leaving are you.. .you didn’t dance with me… “ Stopping to give her a hug as she unexpectedly rushed into my arms and wrapped her arms around me.

“I’m sorry darling…” I realized then how hard she was pressing against me, and how my cock was still hard with the thought of those panties fresh in my mind. “I’ve got to go, but I will see you tomorrow, for your big day.”

It was then she began to sob, “It’s … it’s just that .. .I’ve never and … I always thought .. no dreamed….” I wasn’t sure I knew what she was saying, so I held her. “Baby girl, you’re going to be great tomorrow, your fiancée is a lucky man, and you make sure to tell him th…”

I never got the words out, before not only did she press her lips to mine, and press her tongue into my mouth, I didn’t know what to do, but I was gentleman enough not to leave a young lady hanging in such a desperate moment. So … I kissed her back, one hand gliding to her waist, only to feel her reach out and guide my other hand to her ass.

This was all so wrong, but the sweet girl was so distraught, she finally broke the kiss. “Please Ricky… tomorrow … after the ceremony… please let me have a few minutes with you .. please….” Her tear filled eyes, what else could I do. “Of course darling, you know I’m always here for you.”

Between the bride and the panties I was really in no mood to go home and hear my wife wrenching into the toilet of our master bedroom bath. I went up stairs, and held her hair out of the way, not wanting to watch.. .luckily, when I closed my eyes and concentrated… panties were the only thing I saw!

 

[angelique127]

Brad came home about three thirty in the morning and stumbled into our bedroom crashing into the dresser and waking me up from my erotic dream about Rick. We were making passinate love on a tropical beach under the moonlight ! Or was it more like fucking our brains out and not being able to get enough of each other ? I was not pleased that Brad had interrupted my dream and pretended to be asleep when my husband fell into bed, fully clothed. I could smell the alcohol and the perfume from here, he was intoxicated again after Rick had sobered him up earlier. I was just so sick and tired of his behavior, Brad despartely need an intervention but wouldn't listen to anyone and continued to be in denial. Myself, I didn't care that we hadn't been intimate for the last to months besides I would cringe if he touched me. Let him go chasing after every little pretty thing in a skirt...

Brad was snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow. All this meant was I was not going to be able to go back to sleep and dream about Rick again.

From experience I knew it was useless to try to make him stop snoring unless I smothered him with a pillow { I was tempted at the moment } so instead I just went to sleep alone in the guest bedroom like I usually did when he was drunk.

I didn't manage to fall asleep immediately and couldn't stop thinking about the big day and what dress I was going to wear tomorrow. I couldn't help thinking about our dances and how naughty I was when I slipped my moist panties in Ricks pocket. I had never did anything like that in my entire life. I hoped Rick didn't think I was a just a wicked slut. Speaking of a slut I had seen how Sasha had behaved today hanging all over him. She was such a little brat and had always had a crush on Rick since she was younger. Not that I could blame her...but the little strawberry blonde blue eyes bride to be 't compete with me. Why I remember when Brad and his wingman Rick and I were all out at a karoke bar and Rick got up on stage and sang my song 'Brown Eyed Girl'. He always said that I had the deepest beautiful brown eyes he ever saw...and when he sang it I knew it was just meant for me by the way he looked in my direction the whole time. My heart just melted...surprisingly Rick had a 'decent' voice and pulled it off splendidly, although he was no Van Morrison.

I was so looking forward to seeing him tomorrow...

 

[Homerun2611]

It was a tough night for Sarah, can’t say I loved it myself, but she was up through the night. I hadn’t realized morning sickness could mean every fucking moment form 12 AM to 11:59 AM the next day. She was green and sweaty, as I brought her up a tray of a soft boiled egg and dry toast. It was all she could eat. “Ricky, I can’t go to the wedding… “

I saw the plea in her eyes, “It’s okay baby, I won’t either.” She pouted her lip and shook her head. “No you … you can’t. Plus your surprise, how would Matt and Brad feel if you weren’t there after they agreed to do this for you?”

I did my best to act like I didn’t want to go, but that would be a lie. “Okay honey, but if you need anything just call…” I hoped like hell she wouldn’t. I had met the members of Old Dominion almost twenty years ago when they had been playing at a big country cross over bar on 6th Street in Austin. I had been on the team and gotten them on the field to enjoy the game and since then had been life long friends.

The Matt and Brad, Sarah referred to, were Matthew Ramsey lead vocalist, guitarist and songwriter, and Brad Tursi, the incredible guitarist and vocalist of Old Dominion. When Sasha’s wedding was announced, I knew they wouldn’t refuse. I had cancelled the band originally booked and as part of my wedding present, before I realized I would be covering the alcohol as well, was their generous willingness to play the wedding. What was lesser known was all the songs they had also written for Luke Bryan, Kenny Chesney, The Band Perry and many others, it should be a huge surprise and a helluva party.

I had dressed ike this zegna, silk, dark plaid, navy suit, with a spread collar white custom shirt and french cuffs with cuff links, a dark tie annd Italian Ferragamo loafers. “You look so handsome, are you sure you aren’t mad at me? I can’t believe I won’t be able to attend, I do hope you can find someone ot dance a bit with…” She sweetly asked. I didn’t want to let her know how much I was actually looking forward to mostly dancing with Angelique, but she was such a good dancer.

The ceremony was to be held out on the 18th green of the club, where the reception would also be had. Luckily it was an unusually cool day, high 70’s in Austin as I made my way down to where the ceremony would be performed. Brad was up at the grill bar, and so I headed down to where the guests were standing, not wanting to admit to myself I was actually looking for Angelique!

 

[angelique127]

I spent well over an hour getting ready, doing my hair and make up. Brad had showered, dressed and left already without even saying goodbye, not that this was unusual in the least. Truthfully I had given up on our relationship, nothing I could say or do mattered anymore. I had tried to wear sexy lingerie and rekindle the passion in our marrige but Brad was not interested. Of course the rejection hurt my feelings at first, I wasn't what you call ugly. I worked out three or four times a week to keep in shape and I can turn many male and some females heads when I enter a room. If Brad only knew how many men hit on me on a weekly basis and just how many I rejected his head would spin. Not that I wasn't tempted, but adultry was something that just didn't appeal to me.

On the other hand, his best friend Rick was an exception, but he was 'married' and his wife was having their baby. The last thing I wanted to be was a homewrecker. However that didn't mean I didn't fantasize about us being together, in a hotel room or some exotic location...

Finished dressing I wore a new red dress and red opera gloves over a black bustier, sheer panties, garter belt and black seamed stockings and matching heels. It made me feel sexy but sophisticated. Obviously some of the gossips might whisper how could she wear red to a wedding but I didn't care. If those busy bodies only knew what I was wearing underneath.

I had to take my car and I valet parked and the young man got a good look of my legs as I exited the car. I had a feeling Brad would be at the bar, flirting with the pretty young female waitresses. But it also meant that Rick might be there also. I wondered if his wife would be in attendence today but I knew Sara was struggling with morning sickness lately and may have stayed home ! I couldn't help but cross my fingers...

 

[Slyguy999]

My wife getting ready

 

[Homerun2611]

Why exactly it was that Brad seemed to need the attention of so many women, I couldn’t understand. His wife was by far the most beautiful woman in town, but when I looked at the woman he went after, they were young, generally not all that bright and hung on his every word.

That was no small task, as Brad had gotten older he had become so self consumed he only wanted to talk about himself for his past, rather than live in the present, as an adult and where he was struggling. I began to realize that Angelique was probably too intimidating for him, and I had even heard a few girls talking that Brad’s drinking made it very difficult to even get an erection, no matter how many little blue pills he popped.

I remembered last night dancing with his wife, and then I thought about the panties that had bene left in my pocket, and it had to have been her, hadn’t it, the delicious bouquet of the nectar of her folds, and I wondered, and it made me sad to ponder how long it had been since she had truly been satisfied. Had Brad ever been a lover worthy of mounting and enjoying her incredible female body?

Today I felt a sense of freedom that should have made me feel guilty but didn’t. With Sarah not with me, I was a bachelor for the first time in what felt like forever, able to dance and drink and, yes, innocently flirt without the questioning or disapproving eyes of my wife. Perhaps it was that sense of rare opportunity, and the fact I had no responsibilities prior the the ceremony, that had me looking for Angelique, making my way back up to the bar area and seeing you as your worthless, pathetic husband, my former best friend, chased every stupid young skirt, willing to let him buy her drinks and listen to his delusional fantasies.

God you were stunning, the red dress, bold and sexy, and the stockings where the seam led up the back of your shapely calf and lead to a place that every fantasy I had ever had, was my sense of paradise. I thought about the panties from last night, the sweet bouquet of the nectar of the woman who had been wearing them, and with that most pleasant of thoughts lingering in my mind, I slid up on your other side, away from Brad, curling my arm and strong hand around your slender waist and turning you to face me.

I wanted to put the elephant of the room to rest, “Don’t you dare pay any attention to him, and let me buy the most beautiful …” And then I stopped and leaned in so I could brush your soft cheek with mine, inhale your subtle but sensuous perfume, and bring my lips to brush against your ear, “… please don’t tell the bride but I have to tell the truth …” and then letting my lips once again brush across your ear, I pulled back, “.. woman at this party … a drink?”

I should have let my hand slip away, but somehow, at least for a moment it felt took good to hold you like this, feel you this close. I did look behind to make sure i wasn’t putting on a show for any looks looks who might want to start rumors. I knew simply standing there, Angelique and I were the types of people that captured and held a person’s gaze. The bartender came up and took our orders, but he couldn’t help but stare at you. “You know the nicest thing happened to me last night, a woman at this club left me the nicest and most intimate of gifts, you didn’t happen to see anyone slip something in my pocket last night did you? I mean the least I could do was say thank you … “ Taking a moment to just gaze into your gorgeous eyes, I remembered the panties and wondered, what might have the honor of covering your pussy today?