Wedding ring on or off?
It was that one little bit of honesty that was hard to reveal on the site. He reasoned in his head that it was yet another piece of honest information that could lead to him being found out. And he certainly couldn't afford that!
Plus the moment a woman sees the word married, they tend to start running for the hills. Sure, the women on the site are there looking for a very specific thing but playing with a married man can be one bridge too far to cross...
But then again, sometimes when a woman sees the word married, they can't quite help themselves either...
Oh well... whatever. He decides to keep it on and hopes for the best. It's not like any woman can't see the ring tan line anyway..
He glances at his watch yet again. She's two minutes late. He checks his phone. No missed calls or messages.
Maybe she changed her mind and she's not showing up.
It's just two minutes for crying out loud. This is not the first time he's done this but it might as well be because it feels like the nerves are eating him inside out.
He looks down at the dregs of his second beer. He makes it a point to not drink alcohol whenever he's on a date because he likes being sharp and focused but today he really needed some dutch courage. He signals the barkeep to order a third when he feels a light touch on his elbow...
He turns around and there she was... Standing there with a warm friendly smile.
That first look when you set eyes upon each other. Nothing is more revealing than that. Most importantly, she didn't seem to look disappointed and he surely hoped that his face showed how attractive he thought she was.
He said, "Hello, nice to finally meet you!"
He got off the bar stool to hug her and kissed her gently on the cheek.
Wow... she smelled really good...
"Shall we... get a booth? For more privacy?"
She nodded and I pointed the way to a more secluded booth by the back. I guided her gently with my hand on the small of her back. Nothing too direct, and we were both here with an agenda but I certainly didn't want to be friend zoned either.
We get to the booth and we sit at opposite ends and perhaps it's all that nervous energy or what you always worry about the most always shows itself most clearly but...
"You're... married?"
I tried my best to read her face. Was that disgust? Admiration? Was she all ready to leave?
Honestly, I couldn't tell but she didn't get up right away so perhaps there was hope yet.
"Erm... yes, I'm married. But I do want to clarify very quickly that my wife knows all about this... "
"Knows all about what?" there was a slight strain in her voice and she looked like she was getting ready to leave
I then explained to her that I was in a truly unique and envious position. As a couple we often talk about our fantasies and hers was basically to see me with other women.
It didn't mean we love each other any less or anything but just harmless casual fun with other consenting women consumed her lustful thoughts..
I quickly assured her that my wife wasn't lurking in some corner and waiting to follow us to watch.
I didn't know if it was because all the cards have been clearly dealt on the table or because the entire thing just sounded so ludicrous (yes, I know, sometimes I can hardly believe it myself) but she seemed to relax a bit and didn't seem in "flight" mode quite as much.
Over a couple of drinks we regaled each other with tales of the sexual fun we've had with the people we've met on the site. It wasn't done in a boastful way or were any names or information revealed. It was more a sharing of kindred spirits of our... hobby... if one can call it that.
Her knee accidentally brushes against mine and I smile. I "accidentally" brush my knee against hers again and she just carries on talking...
I peek over my shoulder to make sure no one was looking at us and I drew a little circle on the inside of her knee.
She definitely felt that one as she smiled and pushed her knee closer to me, all the while telling me about the couple she met that couldn't have been the 35 year olds they claimed there were.
"More like 53 maybe..." as I began a slow deliberate stroke from the inside of her knee, slowly but surely working my way to the inner thigh...
"I really don't know how people think they can get away with it! Surely anyone with eyes can see they aren't that age!" she looked like she was about to brush my hand away but I worked my way down again from the inner thigh, back to the inside of the knee, lazy circles, down the calf, and slowly back up again.
"It's all a waste of time isn't it? If you aren't anything like what you say you are in your profile, nothing's going to happen..." I nodded gently without quite saying that perhaps I wasn't that honest either, or at the very least, I was bending the truth. My fingers went further down her thigh then they ever have before and I was totally expecting to brush into the fabric of her panties... except there was none and my fingers met exquisite wetness.
I grinned as she blushed a little. I asked if she would mind it very much if i joined her at her side of the table. She shook her head and I moved over to her side of the table, very aware of the massive erection I was nursing as I stood up and half checking to make sure no one was watching...
I sat to her left and I stroked the inside of her thigh again. She looked like she was in two minds. Stop this now because it's a public place... or let it go on... because it was starting to feel really good...
She gasped a little when my finger touched her labia and I stroked it gently, spreading the glorious wetness that was growing by the minute.
With my free hand I carried on drinking my beer and did my best to keep up a conversation but ask me what we talked about, I really can't tell! She buried her head in my shoulder and bit me from having to suppress her moans.
She grabbed my right hand with both of hers and grinded out an orgasm. Fortunately we were tucked away in a secluded corner and no one but me could tell just how much the lower half of her body was moving.
When she finally releases my hand, I pop one finger in my mouth and I told her delicious she tasted.
She picks up her handbag and says, "Well? If you think I'm delicious, surely you want some more?"
I nodded with a big grin.
Fingered a woman to fruition in a public place. One more check on my sexual bucket list. I can die happy now...
