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Tom is well aware of what’s happening and offers to make himself scarce.

“I’ll go chase them up,” he offers then adds, “on my way to the bathroom.”

Bull chuckles when he’s gone.

“I’m not sure that was so subtle,” he laughs. “Poor guy I think he’s got the hots for you almost as much as I have.”

Bull reaches across and puts his hand back on Dorothy’s.

“Now where we’re we?” he asks.
 
Dorothy looks into Bulls eyes with a sly grin “You were telling me how attractive I am” she tells him. Dorothy loves men giving her compliments, always has. Of course isn’t that what a girl wants from a man? Her hand turns within Bulls and she gives his a gentle squeeze. Her head turns to watch Tom chatting to the bartender “”He’s not a bad looking guy himself” she says while slowly licking her lips then looking back at Bull with a smile.
 
Bull keeps hold of her hand while putting his arm discretely around her waist.

“You don’t need me to tell you how sexy you are. Or what the sight of you does to me” he tells her. “You already know that, babe.”

He follows her gaze to the bar and when she gives her opinion of Tom he adds.

“He’s very fit apparently. One of these triathletes. But he’s all work and no play according to his colleagues. You should flirt with him. Make his evening. See if you can get him to loosen up.”

“Don’t forget me of course,” he chuckles.
 
“That would be very naughty of me to do that don’t you think?” She asks Bull with a grin. “I have an idea but I’m not sure how he’d take it” ” When he comes back with the drinks I’ll see what I can do” Dorothy feels his large strong hand around her waist and makes no effort to get him to remove it.
“I won’t forget about you Bull”
 
Bull feels a swelling in his jeans. But all it takes to kill it off and get Bull to remove his hands from Dorothy is the arrival of the waiter.

“Sorry about the confusion with the drinks,” the waiter tells them. “If you’re ready we’ll start serving the food. “

“That would be great,” Bull tells him.

Thirty seconds later, Tom returns to the table, hoping he’s given Bull and Dorothy enough time alone.

“They’re about to start serving,” Bull tells him.

“Great,” Tom replies. “If this is half as good as you say it’s going to be then we’re in for a treat.”
 
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Dorothy eyes up both of the men she’s with for the evening and can’t help but think she’s pretty lucky at her age to be with two good looking younger men. Yeah she’s been around others at work functions but they are her age or older and not anywhere near the physical shape that Bull and Tom are. As they talk she watches intently thinking about what Bull said earlier.
You should flirt with him. Make his evening. See if you can get him to loosen up.”
She had an idea she was willing to try.
”Excuse me gentlemen, I once again need to use the ladies room, don’t touch my drink I’ve been waiting too long for it” she tell them smiling as she gets up to leave. Once again she adds a little wiggle to her walk as she leaves. Once in the ladies room she stands in front of the mirror reaches under her blouse and slips her bra strap off her shoulder, then the other one, her full boobs sag slightly within the cups. She spins it around and unhooks it pulling it out of her blouse and into her purse. Standing in front of the mirror she can see her dark brown areolas through the blouse, she smiles. “This would be teasing right Bull” she says out loud. Just then a woman in her forties walks in, looks at Dorothy, “Go with it” and smiles. Dorothy looks the woman up and down intentionally “I intend to” she replies. The woman enters a stall closes the door but doesn’t lock it.
“Maybe later” Dorothy thinks to herself
 
Tara Jenkins gets up from the table of women she's been sharing a meal with and walks to the ladies restroom. She's glad of a few minutes respite from the orgy of bitching that is what she likes to call the "ex wives' club. A supposed self help group of local female divorcees who have met via a facebook page. She doesn't fit in. She was glad to get divorced, though making a new set of friends has been harder than she had thought. And it was looking like facebook wasn't going to provide the answer either at least, not tonight.

She walks into the restroom to find an attractive older woman cupping her breasts and admiring herself in the mirror. Her bra is till in her hands. She's murmuring something about 'teasing' to herself, but Tara doesn't catch the whole sentence.

The woman's breasts are full. Good handfuls and Tara is envious. She just has bee stings. They match her thin as a rake body. She knows her look appeals to some guys but you always want what you haven't got, right?

The two women catch each other's eye and Tara knows she has to say something.

"Go with it," she says jauntily.

Quickly Tara walks into one of the cubicles and pulling up her skirt then dropping her panties she sits down and pees. She thinks about the woman she's just seen.

"I be she's going to to get fucked tonight," she thinks to herself. Its another thing she's envious of the woman for.

***

Bulls eyes are almost on stalks when he see Dorothy returning to the table and he's full of second thoughts about his earlier suggestion.

"Idiot," he thinks to himself. If he'd played his cards right who knows what Dorothy might have let him do tonight. But instead he had to go and suggest that she flirted with them both.

***

If Bull is surprised then Tom is possibly more so. It is impossible not to notice that Dorothy has now taken her bra off.

"Why would she do that?" he thinks to himself, "are the exhibitionists? Do they get a kick out of showing her off in public. Or has she done it for him."

As she sits down Tom get a view of her gorgeous orbs pressed tight against the blouse. He's excited.

"Fuck it," he thinks "Whatever they want to do, just go with it as long as they give him the order."
 
Dorothy slowly sips at her Cosmo, letting her lips form around the rim of the glass, then sucking at the liquid, the tip of her tongue gently touches the rim during her sip. Dorothy and Bull have yet to give nor receive the handshake that will seal the deal for them and Dorothy is in no hurry to get it. She staring to have fun with the whole thing. Turning around she sees the woman she saw in the ladies room walk past. Their eyes meet briefly along with a smile. She also notices both Tom and Bull watching her as she walks by.
“Pretty girl isn’t she” Dorothy says quietly “I met her in the ladies room”
Being braless feels good for Dorothy, not being encumbered by a stiff underwire bra is a helluva lot better. Her tits are good sized for her build and have a good shape for her age.
 
"She's certainly a hottie," Bull says, supporting Dorothy. "Though I don't like the look of some of her friends. they look like real ball-busters," he jokes.

Bull's comment has the unintended effect of making all three of them stare at the table that Tara has just sat down at, something that doesn't escape Tara's notice.

Tom isn't sure how to react. He's finding the whole situation a bit bizarre and he's not sure what to say. Is it a test? He doesn't want to agree with Bull and risk offending Dorothy by comparison. The two women have very different body shapes, both appealing in their own way. Tara has a runner's body, something he's more familiar with on his triathlons, where large breasts would be a disadvantage. He's often thought about some of the women he sees at races in their tight fitting lycra suits but tries not to dwell on it for too long as there's nowhere to hide an erection in his own lycra suit

He smiles at Bull's joke and hopes he's avoided the situation.

When the first meat platter arrives, the food is as good as Bull has said it would be. There is also wine, a strong, dark Argentinian red, which the waiter pours for them.
 
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Dorothys right leg is rubbing on Bulls left leg while her left knee is touching Toms. She doesn’t bother to move either one. “Yeah, some of them do look like real bitches” Dorothy chimes in, but the one I saw in the ladies room looks nice enough, don’t you think?” She sees Tom glancing at her cleavage very now and then. She innocently places her hand on Bulls upper arm as she chats about the gal at the other table. His shoulder and upper arms are very muscular she thinks to herself. She’d love to see them without his shirt on. Almost without thinking she slips her hand up his bare bicep under the T shirts sleeve and gives it a squeeze. Bull turns to look at her and meets Dorothy’s eyes, “Looks like our dinner is served” she remarks looking directly into his eyes.
 
Tom decides to join in the game. He knows he’s going to look churlish if he doesn’t. And anyway, why not have some fun.

Looking over at Tara’s table he agrees “Yes she does look nice,” then adds, a bit unnecessarily. “I bet she was a good runner back in her schooldays. ”

If Dorothy hadn’t wanted Tom to look at her cleavage she wouldn’t have taken her bra off he rationalises. He cant help himself and as he stares down her blouse, just for a moment, he imagines his cock sliding between her breasts as she wraps them around his member.

He feels a stirring in his loins at the prospect and in a bold move he rubs his foot up Dorothy’s left calf.

At almost exactly the same time, Bull places his hand on Dorothy’s thigh and gives it a long squeeze. Then he lifts it off her and picks up his cutlery.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” he declares. And puts a piece of steak into his mouth.
 
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Dorothy sips her wine while she looks at Tom over the rim of the wineglass, his foot moving slowly up and down the back of her calf. She gives him a slow wink and a smile then sips again at her wine. Then just at that moment she feels Bulls strong hand on her right thigh squeezing it. “Ohhh that’s it boys” she thinks to herself, “Now we’re getting somewhere”. She cuts a slice of the meat provided by the waiter, realizing that just the cutting motion of her right hand makes her boobs wobble under her blouse, her stiffening nipples rubbing against the fabric. After she slips a thin slice of the meat into her mouth her lips are wet and shiny from the juices, “Mmmmm” she coos under her breath as she purses her lips. “A fine choice Bull” she says between bites of the delicious meat.
“You know Bull I’ve been looking forward to it as well” she says with a smile
 
Tara is bored of listening to the women on her table talk about their divorces. She looks across at the table where the woman she saw in the restroom is sitting, curious as to what is going on with her.

From where Tara sits she can see the young man playing footsie with Dorothy under the table. She was sure she saw a wedding ring in the restroom, but the man looks too young to be her husband. Which means that the other guy must be her husband. Does he know his wife’s playing footsie?

Perhaps they’re swingers Tara concludes. Perhaps the older guy gets off on seeing his wife fucked. Perhaps she likes to be fucked by both of them. Tara wouldn’t mind being fucked by either of them. Hell, it’s been so long, she’d probably let the woman fuck her.

But there’s something wrong with the swinger theory Tara thinks. No woman would wear slacks to a swinger meet surely. Nor would they take their bra off mid meal.

It’s all a mystery
 
Dorothy can’t help but notice that the woman she met in the ladies room continues to look over at their table. Whether it’s the booze and wine or just the fact she’s around these two men she’s becoming horny as hell, and that woman isn’t helping matters. Tom continues to rub his foot up and down Dorothy’s calf and it’s feeling really nice. She catches the glance of the woman a few times and it gives her an idea.
“I’m sorry guys but this alcohol is going straight through me, excuse me for a moment” she tells Bull and Tom. Getting up she feels just a bit tipsy and she’s a bit unsteady on her feet which brings a comment from the boys. She takes a few steps, then looks back over her shoulder at the woman across the way and catches her glance. She walks slowly to the ladies room making sure that her boobs and ass are getting as much attention as possible. Upon entering the ladies room she waits. Just as she expected the woman walks in, she followed her. Being the only two in the bathroom Dorothy looks her up and down, then walks over to her. Standing just inches from her she caresses her upper arms and leans in for a kiss, she isn’t disappointed as the woman returned the kiss. The woman’s hands slide up the sides of Dorothy’s blouse cupping her full unencumbered mature tits. Dorothy whispers in her ear “Find a way to join us”
 
It isn’t difficult for Tara to come up with a reason to leave her group. She makes an excuse saying that she’s just met up with an old schoolfriend whose invited her to join them. She pays her portion of the bill and walks over to Dorothy’s table.

There’s a look of confusion on the two men’s faces as she approaches and Tara feels the need to justify herself.

“Your wife suggested I join you,” she says addressing Bull

“Did she tell you I was her husband?” Bull chuckled.

“I err assumed…”

“Never mind,” Bull tells her. “Everyone calls me Bull. This is Tom and if you didn’t already know my wife is called Dot.”

“I‘m Tara.”

Both men are wondering what’s going on. Bull is trying to work out why Dorothy has invited Tara over. Is he meant to pay her some attention or is she trying to set Tom up with her. Or does she fancy her herself.

Tom is equally confused. He’s beginning to wonder if this isn’t all one big set up.

He knows he’s the host so he pours some wine into a glass from the fourth place setting on the table.

“Can we get you anything to eat?” He asks. “ we’ve only just started.”

“No you’re fine, I’ve already eaten with my friends, “Tara replies. “So how do you all know each other?” she asks, dying to know the answer.
 
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Dorothy eyes up the long lean woman once again as she stands talking to Bull. She can picture herself sucking on her small breasts as she is caressed by her. Bull has decided that she was his wife for the night so she’ll play along with that all night. The drinks and the thoughts of sex with her have Dorothy in an absolute tizzy at the moment, she certainly can’t let on to Bull or Tom. She never in a million years ever thought the night would play out like this. It was just supposed to be a business meeting with Tom. She sips at her wine as Bull, Tom and Tara make small talk, Dorothy imagining sex scenes with all three of them. It’s almost as if something was put in her drink to make her so damn sexed up.
 
Dorothy isn’t the only one who’s interested in Tara. Bull has his eyes on her too and since Dorothy isn’t going to answer Tara’s question Bull decides to set the record straight.

“Actually, Dorothy and I are just work colleagues,” he grins. “Tom here is a friend from out of town.”

“So you’re single,” Tara asks Bull.

“Sadly,” Bull grins again.

“Me too,” Tara says, a bit hastily. Eyeing the handsome man in the Ramones tee shirt.

Tara begins to rationalise her view of events. Dorothy is interested in Tom hence the footsie under the table but is she trying to set up a foursome or is she just trying to set Bull up for the evening.

The kiss in the restroom had been real and if it was all that had been on offer that evening she’d have taken it. But she has her eyes set on a bigger prize now. And if she had to have sex with Tom and Dorothy to get to Bull then that’s fine with her.

As the meal goes on Tara begins her charm offensive until pretty soon she’s playing footsie with Bull under the table too and he’s coming on very keen.
 
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Dorothy can’t keep her eyes off the slim younger woman. Cozying up next to Bull her breast pushes against his arm, “Yes, he’d be quite a catch wouldn’t he” Dorothy asks As she feels Toms foot now on the inside of her knee pushing a bit further up. He’s lost interest it seems in Tara as Dorothy now is who he has his sights on now. Toms had plenty of women built like Tara but very few built like Dorothy and she was getting him worked up to say the least. He sees her getting cozy with Bull but Tara is wanting to get cozy with him too so he thinks his best chance is with the older woman.
Dorothy feels Toms foot between her legs as she picks at her dinner and sips more at her wine. “Is she going to get laid tonight” she wonders. “Will she be with all three of them if she does?”
She wonders what Jeff is doing at home, just watching the game she supposes.

Jeff sits at the PC in the den looking through all of the folders of photos he’s taken of his wife over the past decade and feels himself becoming stiff.
 
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