Last Night
The night began after I dropped off children with the grandparents and blazed south to meet husband at work. Apparently he had been waiting for awhile since he seemed more than anxious to get going to our destination.
After driving about 30 miles back north we arrived in the downtown area, the journey ended at newly built high rise, smack dab in the middle of the metropolis. At the bottom floor of this building; the restaurant I had confirmed with the red head to meet at earlier. This place was one of those pricey over-rated restaurants that have dark red velvet lining the walls, dark cherry wood wainscoting, and you pay about $40 for a steak (not including side dishes).
Long stretch from the family establishments we're used to.
Once inside, I spot the red head at the bar having a drink with a man, perhaps in his late thirties, early forties. I thought to myself, "that must be her husband", I inform the matre d' that we are with them and proceed to the bar. My husband follows my lead, declaring of how he didn't remember she was married. I reminded him that he probably didn't know, because I only found out the other day myself.
The red head looks up from her drink, her eyes widen as she spots us approaching "Oh great! You made it!" She rises to welcome us and throws out her arms to embrace me; the man stands as well and turns to face us.
"I want you to meet my husband.." She smiles as she releases me, then wraps her arm around his.
The man extends his hand to shake my husbands. I can see why she puts up with his antics without argument. He is tall, perhaps around 6'2... Blue eyes, salt and pepper hair. His face bore great features, smooth skin and crows feet as he smiles...Very attractive. They are one of those good looking couples.. Almost barb and Ken-like.
My husband receives his hand and the introductions begin.
As we sit, I notice him lean to his wife and whisper something in her ear.. She nods in agreement.
"So," his glance met mine "I hear you've been keeping my wife company?"My eyes dart toward the red head unsure how to answer, "Uhh.."
She smiles and nods gently, winking and confident.
"Yes, yes I have.. she's.. a lot.. of, fun?" I grin awkwardly. The man bursts into laughter..
"She's fun..." His eyes are comforting and jovial, and sky blue. "I think you two need a drink, what can I get you?"
We had an outrageous dinner with the red head and her husband. The whole time having great conversation, finding a lot of things in common with one another. I am distracted however by the red head, who is wearing this hot little black number.. I am sure on one occasion my mouth was totally agape. Looking over at my husband, I can tell he notices too... I reach under the table and place my hand on his thigh. He looks over at me and our eyes meet... We both smile in assurance, as it is confirmed we are thinking the same thing.
I drank a lot during dinner, almost too much. I got all weird, and warm, and fuzzy... Words sounded like static, environment became an artistic blur as it softened at the edges the more intoxicated I became. It felt good to get smashed.. It felt even better to be in good company with good conversation. However, I wondered where the party was... If this was it, then John Q. Public is putting on quite a show as we were surrounded by other couples.. old, young... Just eating dinner. Okay, so I'm kinky... But I'm not about to "get down" in front of Grandma and Grandpa gumming their New Yorks. I had to speak up...
"I thought you said there was a party tonight?" I slurred to the red head.
"Oh yea, shit I almost forgot about that.." She checked her watch "Let's see," she went on, "It's 10:00 now.. Should just be getting interesting by now."
Her husband stood and announced that he had some business to attend to, and that he would not be joining us. I felt a little disappointed as we all seemed to be hitting it off really well... And he was a pleasure to look at.
"I know you'll have a great time though," he blushed a little as he spoke "I am sure she'll take care of you... Right dear?" He looked lovingly at his wife, ran his hand along her head; almost like you would a child. She returned his affection by blowing him a kiss She nodded, chewing a bit on her straw "Sure will..." She then looked at us, smiling conivingly. Her husband chuckled about his wife's response and looked down at his watch. "Yep, it's 10:02.. You better get up there, the doors close at 10:15."
He then looked down at me, almost as if he was keeping a secret "I hope that we can spend more time in the future, I really enjoyed myself."
"Me too" I sputtered "It was nice meeting you." My husband stood to shake his hand; he accepted, "Have a good time now..." he laughs again "With my fun wife."
With that, he kissed the red head, grabbed the bill and headed towards the door of the restaurant. "He's so hot, I fucking love that man..." She continued to manipulate her straw, "Come on, let's go have some fun!"
She then bounded to attention,walking quickly towards the lobby. She stops in front of the elevators.. and slides her hand along the marble, dragging her fingertips towards the gold plated buttons to summon the elevator.
"Another elevator" my husband declared, "This should be interesting." He put his arm around the small of my back.
"Oh yeah" the red head dared us with her eyes as she pushed the gold plated Up button.."It will be."
After driving about 30 miles back north we arrived in the downtown area, the journey ended at newly built high rise, smack dab in the middle of the metropolis. At the bottom floor of this building; the restaurant I had confirmed with the red head to meet at earlier. This place was one of those pricey over-rated restaurants that have dark red velvet lining the walls, dark cherry wood wainscoting, and you pay about $40 for a steak (not including side dishes).
Long stretch from the family establishments we're used to.
Once inside, I spot the red head at the bar having a drink with a man, perhaps in his late thirties, early forties. I thought to myself, "that must be her husband", I inform the matre d' that we are with them and proceed to the bar. My husband follows my lead, declaring of how he didn't remember she was married. I reminded him that he probably didn't know, because I only found out the other day myself.
The red head looks up from her drink, her eyes widen as she spots us approaching "Oh great! You made it!" She rises to welcome us and throws out her arms to embrace me; the man stands as well and turns to face us.
"I want you to meet my husband.." She smiles as she releases me, then wraps her arm around his.
The man extends his hand to shake my husbands. I can see why she puts up with his antics without argument. He is tall, perhaps around 6'2... Blue eyes, salt and pepper hair. His face bore great features, smooth skin and crows feet as he smiles...Very attractive. They are one of those good looking couples.. Almost barb and Ken-like.
My husband receives his hand and the introductions begin.
As we sit, I notice him lean to his wife and whisper something in her ear.. She nods in agreement.
"So," his glance met mine "I hear you've been keeping my wife company?"My eyes dart toward the red head unsure how to answer, "Uhh.."
She smiles and nods gently, winking and confident.
"Yes, yes I have.. she's.. a lot.. of, fun?" I grin awkwardly. The man bursts into laughter..
"She's fun..." His eyes are comforting and jovial, and sky blue. "I think you two need a drink, what can I get you?"
We had an outrageous dinner with the red head and her husband. The whole time having great conversation, finding a lot of things in common with one another. I am distracted however by the red head, who is wearing this hot little black number.. I am sure on one occasion my mouth was totally agape. Looking over at my husband, I can tell he notices too... I reach under the table and place my hand on his thigh. He looks over at me and our eyes meet... We both smile in assurance, as it is confirmed we are thinking the same thing.
I drank a lot during dinner, almost too much. I got all weird, and warm, and fuzzy... Words sounded like static, environment became an artistic blur as it softened at the edges the more intoxicated I became. It felt good to get smashed.. It felt even better to be in good company with good conversation. However, I wondered where the party was... If this was it, then John Q. Public is putting on quite a show as we were surrounded by other couples.. old, young... Just eating dinner. Okay, so I'm kinky... But I'm not about to "get down" in front of Grandma and Grandpa gumming their New Yorks. I had to speak up...
"I thought you said there was a party tonight?" I slurred to the red head.
"Oh yea, shit I almost forgot about that.." She checked her watch "Let's see," she went on, "It's 10:00 now.. Should just be getting interesting by now."
Her husband stood and announced that he had some business to attend to, and that he would not be joining us. I felt a little disappointed as we all seemed to be hitting it off really well... And he was a pleasure to look at.
"I know you'll have a great time though," he blushed a little as he spoke "I am sure she'll take care of you... Right dear?" He looked lovingly at his wife, ran his hand along her head; almost like you would a child. She returned his affection by blowing him a kiss She nodded, chewing a bit on her straw "Sure will..." She then looked at us, smiling conivingly. Her husband chuckled about his wife's response and looked down at his watch. "Yep, it's 10:02.. You better get up there, the doors close at 10:15."
He then looked down at me, almost as if he was keeping a secret "I hope that we can spend more time in the future, I really enjoyed myself."
"Me too" I sputtered "It was nice meeting you." My husband stood to shake his hand; he accepted, "Have a good time now..." he laughs again "With my fun wife."
With that, he kissed the red head, grabbed the bill and headed towards the door of the restaurant. "He's so hot, I fucking love that man..." She continued to manipulate her straw, "Come on, let's go have some fun!"
She then bounded to attention,walking quickly towards the lobby. She stops in front of the elevators.. and slides her hand along the marble, dragging her fingertips towards the gold plated buttons to summon the elevator.
"Another elevator" my husband declared, "This should be interesting." He put his arm around the small of my back.
"Oh yeah" the red head dared us with her eyes as she pushed the gold plated Up button.."It will be."
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