“Man, can I ask ya something?”
Colin is pulled out of his reverie by the portent of the question. He looks at the man sitting beside him, his neighbor Mike Ackerman. “What?”
“Nah, forget it. None of my business,” the older man says, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I just… nah, look, it’s killin’ me but…,” he ends his stammer shaking his head.
“What, man? What’s goin’ on?” Colin tosses back, confused. “What’s none of your business?”
Mike rubs his grey buzz cut, scratching his scalp. “It’s probably not even true, son. Don’t worry about it.” He angles his head for a look beyond Colin to where Colin’s wife Libby is playing in a sand pit with their young daughter and some of her little friends.
Colin follows his gaze then turns back to him. “What’s probably not true, man? Who’s been talkin’ shit?”
“Nah, it’s just something I overheard Libby saying to one of the mums just before. Like Kelly’s not actually your biological daughter. Is she?”
Colin feels his face flush a little. He shrugs. “No, but it’s not a national secret. And it’s not a big deal either. It’s no different to me. We’re a family and she’s my kid.”
“Yeah, nah, I get that, of course!” Mike holds up his hands again. “That’s not what I was getting at.”
“Then what?” Colin presses, getting irritated now.
His neighbor shrugs questioningly. “I just got the impression from what your wife was saying, that you allowed the guy to be with her, and she got pregnant because of it?”
Colin’s face flushes hot as his chest falls. He nods stiffly. “Yeah, I guess you could put it like that. Although we were officially separated at the time.”
The older man’s eyes narrow and intensify. “So, the pregnancy wasn’t planned – just the sex?”
Colin nods some more, a strange and familiar excitement building deep down and overpowering his embarrassment. “That’s right. It just kinda happened.” He swallows at the sudden dryness of his throat. “We were together for two years, since high school, then apart for about a month and Libby got with the guy. It was just bad luck he got her preggers.”
“Hmmm. Interesting,” Mike says, nodding too. “And what happened with this other man? Where is he now?”
“He lives up in Victoria Point. He was a friend of ours – of mine, I guess. He has contact with Kelly – sees her on weekends sometimes.”
“Ah, I see. So you and him…?”
“I guess it kinda got awkward for me, and him too,” Colin confides, happy to have an opportunity to air things a little. He’s been getting on quite well with his neighbor, rather a fatherly figure.
The older man hands Colin a fresh beer and takes his empty. He leans back in his gazebo chair and toasts silently then tips up his beer.
“It’s not like he was anyone special. There were a few other guys involved as well,” Colin goes on, wanting to confide more now that he’s started. It feels good to get it off his chest, actually. “It just turned out he was the one to get Libby pregnant, is all. I mean, after we found out with the DNA test.”
“Ah, so you wouldn’t have known otherwise?” Mike queries mildly. “There were several others, were there? And potential pregnancy by them?”
Colin nods and draws a breath. “Yeah, but we weren’t actually together, right? We weren’t even married yet back then. I mean, it was fair enough she wanted to experiment, ‘n’ that.”
“Experiment hey?” the older man encourages.
Colin gulps and checks around. “It is fair enough isn’t it, though, don’t ya think? I’ve been askin’ myself since it happened. I think I’m okay with the whole thing.”
“What do you mean ‘the whole thing’, son? Can you tell me? You sound like you could use some advice or just a friendly ear, if you want.”
“Yeah, I know,” Colin says, huffing a breath and shrugging a little. “It’s just that, um.” He checks around again. “It’s just that there was actually a whole bunch of other guys who got with her.”
“Like, ‘got with her’ as in…? And obviously unprotected, risking pregnancy!”
Colin nods, swallowing hard again. “They got onto her once at this work party, then they were all comin’ round to her place all the time and gettin’ with her again – like over and over – the whole gang of them.”
“Jeez.” The older man whistles low. “How many of them were there?”
“Six of ‘em all up at the party, then not so many on some of the other nights they crashed at her place.” Colin breathes through the rise in his excitement. “She’s told me about four other nights during that month we were apart when there was, like, a whole gang of ‘em. She said there was four on one night then five on two of the others, then there was one night when eight guys turned up. And they were gettin’ with her quite often during the day as well – like, actually at work, in the change room ‘n’ that.”
“Right. So she was definitely into it?” Mike raises a brow cheekily. “She let them gang-bang her?”
“Yeah, haha, I s’pose gang-bangin’, or just gettin’ onto her whenever they felt like it.” Colin takes another big breath and expels. “But that’s fair enough, right? I mean, I agreed to separate. It was definitely a mutual decision, and I had a couple of dates with this other chick. Although I never, you know… like, I never got with her, but I could’ve, and that would’ve been fair enough, too.”
“Right. I see.” Mike leans in close, checking over Colin’s shoulder to his wife again. “So, it started at a work party, did it? And is that where Libby still works, at that engineering place?”
“Yeah, it was with the guys from the factory, and yeah – some of them are still there. A couple on the factory floor, and this other guy who works in the office and is Libby’s boss now.” Colin feels his face flush again. “So I can’t help thinkin’ stuff when she has to work back sometimes. Or if she wears one of her short skirts to work.”
“Like that one she has on now? Is that from work today?”
Mike’s gold credit card is scanned at the carved wooden reception counter, and he slips the soft wristband over his hand. The letters BSC are printed on it in small, black writing against the gold of the velvet band.
The doorman ushers him into a softly-lit, sumptuously decorated bar with plush blue carpet and large, gold-framed mirrors dotted along each wall. Gold and crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling and a topless blond is serving drinks behind another beautifully-carved, dark timber bar a little further down. Half a dozen men are seated around it, chatting amongst themselves and the waitress.
There are two other groups of people. One middle aged woman is seated at a bar table with two men. A mature looking woman in a black sequined dress is seated on a blue velvet Chesterfield couch against a wall, in the company of a thin, silver-haired gentleman dressed in a tuxedo.
Mike sits up at the bar and meets the smile of the blond then glances down at her perky little tits. “Single malt whisky straight up please, Anna.” She serves him his drink with a flash of perfect white teeth behind her bright red lips then attends to another of the men.
Across the room are two ornate doorways with a burly man standing guard between them. A group of four men file from one of the open doors and take seats separately. A young redhead, pressing down her tight mini dress, comes from the other doorway, clinging to the arm of a guy in his mid-twenties. The girl’s hair is a mess and she rakes at it absentmindedly. The men along the bar are all looking over at her, as well as the four men who came from the first doorway. The young couple take a seat at one of the bar tables quite close to where Mike is sitting. A fat, middle-aged man with a shiny bald head comes from the second door, straightening his tie and tucking in his shirt. He approaches the girl and cuddles up, planting a kiss on her lips. Then he winks at the guy. “Thanks, son. Your girlfriend’s a nice, tight fuck.” The fat man smiles and winks at Mike too. “You should give her a try, buddy. Very, very nice.”
Mike tips his glass, inwardly cringing at the man’s crass behavior. The girl blushes over at him. A man from the end of the bar strolls along and addresses the young couple. “Can I buy you a drink?” he asks. Mike notices the same gold band on his wrist. The other men along the bar appear to only have silver bands – there to spectate, not participate.
The fat man leaves the club and the other gentleman takes a seat with the young couple. A second topless waitress appears behind the bar, a brunette, wearing the same bright red lipstick and black leather mini skirt and stockings with shiny red high heels. She serves the party their drink orders. After a time the young couple and the guy from the bar stroll off and enter the second doorway. Most of the men in the room file in through the first doorway, nodding at the guard.
Mike is about to follow too when he spots Colin through the glass doors in the foyer. “Two more of these and a Bailey’s and milk please, Sarah,” he asks of the brunette. Mike noticed Libby asking for Bailey’s the other night when drinks were on offer. He takes the drinks and stands to meet Colin and Libby as they are ushered into the room. Libby is smiling and blushing as she plucks at the hem of her black mini dress.
“Wow. You look beautiful, love. That’s a pretty dress. And your makeup. I love red lipstick. Very sexy! Suits you.”
“Thanks, Mike. You look nice too.”
Mike passes them their drinks and shakes Colin’s hand. “Come sit, hey? There’s a good spot just over here,” he says and leads the way to a set of leather couches facing each other with a low table between.
Colin and Libby sit in one and Mike sits facing them. He glances at Libby’s thighs and sees her slit through her transparent mesh panties. She has her knees together but her legs are slender and her little dress is tight across her thighs. Libby is blushing as Mike lifts his gaze to meet her eyes. “Very sexy dress,” he says with a grin and a wink.
“Thank you. I’m glad you think so,” Libby responds a little shyly.
“Yes, now give your pretty wife a bit of a cuddle and kiss, son. Get her warmed up for these other men to have a look at.”
“What, we should just cuddle and kiss?” Colin asks, but Libby leans in closer and tilts beneath him, parting her lips.
“That’s right, love, that’s the idea,” Mike coaches.
Colin puts an arm around her. He meets her lips and kisses her, breaking off and deepening the contact as he bends to her again. Libby reaches for her drink on the table, and Colin watches Mike as he looks down her dress. It’s fitted around her ribs and then loosens at her chest. Her tits are cupped tightly from beneath, but as she leans forward the top falls away offering Mike a flash of nipple before she sits back. Colin smooches Libby again, and Mike has another look at her pussy. He feels a presence behind him and glances to see two of the men from the bar move to the bar table directly behind his couch. They’re both looking at Libby’s pussy as well. Colin is still kissing her while her thighs stray apart a little.
“Fuck that’s nice,” one of the men call over. “Don’t close your legs, baby. Yeah just like that..!”
Libby’s blush rises but she smiles at the two men as she rubs down her outer thighs. The man who had spoken approaches and nods to Mike as he sits beside him. The other guy leans over the back of the couch.
“I’m Barry. This is John. We didn’t go for the gold bands because we thought it would be a bit early in the day.”
“Yes, well my young friends won’t be going that far anyway,” Mike informs.
“Cool. Just here for a bit of a tease then?” the guy called Barry goes on, and he tilts his head for another look at Libby’s crotch. “Damn that’s a smooth looking little gash. Aah…?”
“Libby,” Libby responds to his prompt for her name. “And thank you,” she adds, rubbing down her thighs again. She also meets Mike’s glance but he looks back down at her pussy. She turns to meet Colin’s next kiss, her thighs parting slightly again.
Mike watches quietly while the man beside him groans and smiles back at his friend enjoying the show. That guy catches a waitress passing and orders a round of drinks. Barry is chatty, asking who everyone is and going on about what he’s seen there at the club when he comes regularly on a Saturday night.
Libby sits forward on the edge of the couch and leans for her glass again. Mike cranes his neck with the other men.
“Mm, fuck yeah,” Barry groans approvingly.
Colin rubs the back of Libby’s neck and she remains sitting forward. She looks down at herself, her shoulders scrunching a little and her dress gaping more fully.
Mike sits up further to have a look at her tits. She glances down again then peers back up at his face.
“Nice nipples, tasty little chocolates,” the guy John says from leaning further over the back of Mike’s couch.
Libby bites a lip. “Thanks,” she says softly.
Another man passing stops to have a look too. He’s older – about Mike’s age. He nods to Colin and smiles down at Libby. He tilts his head for a more deliberate look at her tits. She looks down at them then back up at him. “Will you be going into one of the sex rooms?” he asks politely.
“No, sorry dude,” Colin answers.
The man nods. “It’s just that everyone’s wondering.” He smiles and tilts for a better look again.
Libby glances down and scrunches her shoulders a bit more. Colin massages the back of her neck. She peers up and around at everyone looking at her tits.
“Yeah, we’re all askin’ round over at the bar and hopin’ one of you guys are gonna take her into a room,” the older man says. He chuckles. “That other pretty girl there has been in three times so far. She’s looking a bit worn out, haha.”
Everyone has a look over at the young couple Mike had noticed earlier. There are two men, probably in their late thirties, chatting with them.
“I think they’re gonna fuck her as well,” the man from the bar says. “The young hubby there just stands and watches. These guys are smooth talkin’ him and his wife around. They’re only newly married and it looks like they came here on the advice of the husband’s boss. He was first to fuck the girl and apparently he’s comin’ back to pick them up later. Every time they come from the rooms someone else starts workin’ them, though.”
“Yeah, I watched that first guy fuck her earlier,” Barry adds in agreement. “So that was the husband’s boss, hey?”
“Yeah, or so he was bragging up at the bar.”
“He was a huge man. Nearly squashed the poor girl,” John tosses in.
“But big men don’t necessarily squash you,” Libby challenges. “It’s fine as long as they hold their weight. They’re usually quite strong.”
Mike chuckles. “Absolutely! A case in point right here.”
“Nah, man, this guy was twice your size,” John says, chuckling along with everyone else.
“Do you guys mind if I..?” the guy from the bar asks, motioning to pull a chair over. “I’m Neville, by the way. We’ve met before,” he says to the other two strangers who seem to have settled in.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Colin responds to him after a glance at Libby. “I’m Colin and this is my wife Libby.”
Everyone exchanges greetings. Neville positions his chair beside Mike. Libby’s rests back against Colin, her legs swayed towards where Mike is sitting. Neville leans closer to Mike and has a look at Libby’s pussy. She watches him, as does Colin.
“So, have you guys been married long?” Barry asks.
“Only a couple of years. But we’ve been together since school, and still goin’ strong,” Colin tells the group, and he meets Libby’s kiss.
Libby has turned her upper body and her thighs have parted a little. Mike can see the full length of her slit through the thin mesh of her panties. The three men around him all lean in for another look as well.
Barry groans. “Fuck yeah. Just pull the hem of her dress up a bit, man? Inch it up so there’s no shadow and we can see properly. The lighting’s not that fantastic in here, haha.”
Colin’s face heats a little but he complies with the request. He has an arm around Libby. He pinches her dress at her waist, and she lifts while he tugs it up a bit. Libby’s blush rises too, not being used to all this adoring male attention. She meets Mike’s gaze.
“That’s good, love, keep your legs open for us. Just a bit wider.”
“Hmm, okay, haha” Libby giggles nervously, peering around at everyone as her blush deepens.
Neville lifts his head for a better look. He grins at Colin. “Looks like your pretty wife’s got a nice little sweet spot, eh? Bet it’s tight?”
“Yeah, dude, that’s gotta be tight,” Barry agrees, having another obvious look as well. “What do you say, Mike?”
Mike meets Libby’s eyes. “I’m thinking she’s more than just tight.” He looks back down at her pussy. “I’m guessing wet and juicy right now, and molten hot inside.”
The other men groan their interest at the thought. Libby smooths her hands down between her thighs, all the way to her knees as she sits forward. Colin massages the back of her neck again.
“Yeah that’s it, show us her tits, man,” John says and moves around from behind the couch.
Libby peers up at him. “You can sit next to me if you like.”
There’s just enough room for three on the couch. Libby edges across a little and John sits. He rests an arm along the backrest. Libby bites a grin and scrunches her shoulders as he looks down her front. “Yeah that’s nice. That’s a good dress.”
Mike gets up and takes his drink for a stroll around the back of the other couch. Libby smiles up at him. He rests forward and has another look at her tits. Neville switches to the seat Mike vacated and leans to the side to have a closer look at her pussy. Libby reaches up and squeezes Mike’s free hand. She raises her other arm and rakes her hair. Her tits lift within the fitted bodice of her dress, her tight little nipples poking out the top.
John touches the edge of her dress where it’s bunched at her hip. He runs a single finger up and slowly back down her side. He meets Colin’s glance. Libby keeps her arms raised and looks down at his hand. John keeps checking with Colin as he strokes back up the seam of Libby’s little dress. He traces all the way to the top and runs his finger along a bit. Mike has both of Libby’s hands now and squeezes them. John hooks a finger over the top of her dress and pulls it down to expose a tit.
“Fuck yeah,” Barry groans.
John meets Colin’s glance again. Libby takes a big breath and holds it. John closes his hand over her tit and squeezes, feeling the nipple with his thumb.
“Mmm,” Libby moans softly and arches upward against the contact. She grips Mike’s fingers, her head lifting and her eyes softly closed.
John hooks the other side of her dress and pulls the bodice down to reveal that breast as well. “You’re not allowed to do much out here,” he says to Colin. “Kissing and a bit of a feel is okay, but they make you go into a room for anythin’ more.”
“Okay. Out here will have to do,” Colin tells the guy.
John nods and looks back at what he’s doing. He has the top of Libby’s dress folded down and feels from one breast to the other while everyone watches. The two men sitting opposite are leaning over the small table. Barry touches one of Libby’s knees and guides her legs open a little. John stops feeling her up and leaves her dress folded down and her tits on display. Three more men have approached and are watching from over the back of the couch opposite, facing Libby. She blushes at them and fixes her dress, tugging it up to cover herself. They all give smiles and nods. Two of them move on. The other takes a seat at a bar table nearby and settles watching from there.
John touches Libby’s hair, smoothing it over an ear. She looks at him and he bends to her and kisses her lips. He breaks off and leaves her with eyes glazed and her mouth open. He winks at Colin then holds the back of Libby’s head and kisses her again. He takes her more passionately this time, extending his tongue into her mouth.
“Yeah, that’s nice,” Barry groans. “Can I have a turn?”
Colin nods to him and gets up. Barry stands and edges past him, taking the seat beside Libby. He waits while his friend takes Libby’s lips again. Mike reaches down from the back of the couch and feels one of her tits. Libby is released from being kissed and looks up at Mike. He isolates her nipple and strokes it with his thumb. Colin stands beside Mike and looks down at what he’s doing.
“They’re nice aren’t they, man?” John encourages, and he tugs down the other side of Libby’s dress and squeezes that tit again.
“Yeah they’re nice. Been wantin’ to have a feel of them,” Mike says.
Libby smiles through her blush. “Well, now you have, haven’t you?”
Neville moves across his couch to be directly in front of Libby and a bit closer to her. Mike moves to Libby’s other tit and massages it while everyone watches. Barry is stroking her thigh. He shifts beneath and lifts her leg over his.
“Ooh yeah, spread her,” Neville says, staring at her pussy.
“Mmm, but not too wide,” Libby utters shyly. “Not here like this.”
It’s just on seven that night when Libby is led by her husband into the lobby of a beachfront hotel on the side of town they have never been able to afford to stay at. It’s a warm sultry night, her skin clammy, her belly uneasy with nerves. She has on a sleek backless dress to her knees. The neckline plunges in the front and the skirt is split high between her legs. She’s completely naked beneath it, as requested by their host. She is wearing the expensive-looking ruby pendant and earrings he had delivered to her by courier that afternoon.
Mike is there to meet them at the main restaurant bar. He approaches and takes Libby’s hands, kissing both cheeks. “Stunning!” is all he says. He’s dressed in a fine dark suit and smells wonderful.
They are shown to a booth seat at the back of the restaurant. Libby is guided in and the men sit either side of her. She can’t seem to speak, while Colin is stammering nervously in response to Mike’s chatter.
There is wine waiting. Libby starts on it, sipping regularly as Mike goes on about the hotel, which is one of a number he has invested in apparently.
“Yes, you look absolutely stunning, Libby,” he says again, pausing to look her up and down. “That’s a lovely dress. Is it new?”
“Ah huh. I bought it for you.” Libby looks down at herself, plucking at the scooped neckline. “It’s very revealing without the bra I bought to go with it.”
“That’s okay, young Raymond, our waiter, will no doubt enjoy the view. I see he’s already been checking you out, love.”
Mike signals for the guy to approach, and he orders another bottle of wine. Libby meets the waiter’s smile, his eyes rolling down to her cleavage as she deliberately scrunches her shoulders a little for him. He’s an attractive 30-something man with long dark hair tied back, and a hint of a tattoo beneath his collar.
Mike and Colin continue chatting while Libby sits there zoning out, dreaming of more shopping. The waiter returns after a few minutes, and she leans forward this time and shows him her breasts properly. The other men are still talking but Mike’s hand closes over her thigh and squeezes as the waiter tilts his head for a deliberate look down her dress.
“Yeah, that’s nice, love,” Mike says after the waiter has gone. “I want you to show him each time he comes by, okay? Will you do that for me?”
“Ah huh,” Libby utters, and she meets her husband’s gaze.
“Kiss her, son. Kiss your gorgeous wife,” Mike instructs.
Libby closes her eyes as Colin takes her lips softly. He deepens the kiss and she opens her eyes to check around, noticing several men and women looking over before Colin breaks off the kiss and releases her.
“Yes, very nice,” Mike says to them both. “Now, just to let everyone know you’re being shared tonight, love,” he goes on, and he quickly bends to Libby and takes her lips as well, holding the back of her neck with one hand, stroking her face with the other, and deepening the kiss the way her husband just did.
After being released that time, Libby notices that it’s more so the women at the neighboring tables watching her than the men. She comes out of her trance by the time she’s finished her second glass of wine, and laughs and chats with her two men. The food waiter is an older man named Alfred, and he examines her breasts even more overtly than the younger guy each time he drops by.
Soon they are up on the dance floor and Libby dances with her husband and her older soon-to-be lover. The restaurant is becoming quite the party venue as the night rolls on. It’s getting on eleven when Mike looks from Libby to her husband with purpose when they are seated back at their table.
“So, I think it’s about time I took your lovely wife upstairs, son. Time I started servicing her, don’t you think?”
“Um…” Colin’s face has reddened instantly. “But she’s still on the pill though, aren’t you, Lib?”
“No, that’s fine,” Mike goes on, and he checks around before looking back at Colin. “I’m just going to enjoy fucking her for now.” He looks to Libby. “For the sheer pleasure of it.”
“Ah huh,” Libby utters softly, feeling her own blush rise and a warm tingling between her legs.
“And in private for this first time, son.” Mike goes on, still holding Libby’s gaze. “I’ll bring her back to you in the morning, okay?”
“Aw fuck,” Colin groans. “All night? I thought it wasn’t gonna be all night.”
“No, just once, though. Let me fuck your lovely wife all through the night this first time okay, son? I’m seriously banked up from waiting all week.” He strokes Libby’s face and down to the neckline of her dress, gently caressing her skin with his fingers. “My balls are already full and aching for release, love. You’ll let me get a few loads off in that fertile young belly, won’t you.”
“Mmm, okay,” Libby agrees softly, and she looks to her husband. “I don’t mind if he has me all night this first time, Colin. I’d really like it if he wants to fuck me over and over.”
“Yeah, there’s a good girl,” Mike croons, and discretely feels between Libby’s thighs while taking her lips. “Oh yeah, that’s so fucking wet,” he breathes into her face.
“Ah huh,” Libby moans into his mouth, and she parts her legs for him.
“Your wife is so ready for this, Colin. Her body’s primed and ready for some cock.” The older man is talking into Libby’s mouth but breaks off the kiss and looks to her husband. “I’m going to enjoy taking her from you, son. It’s so hot up inside of her. I’m gonna love the feel of her soft, wet pussy squeezing my dick.”
“Uhh..hh..huhh,” Libby moans as the guy’s thumb rubs her clit, his middle and ring fingers deep inside of her.
“Sliding in and out of her warm, slick little tunnel,” he groans into her mouth. “Her fertile young womb all open and ready,” he goes on, then he looks to Colin again. “Her vaginal walls throbbing around my dick and sucking the sperm out of my balls hey, son? You want that, don’t you? You want to give her up to me, right?”
“Yeah, I wanna give ‘er to ya. I want ya ta hava,” Colin says and gulps.
“Yes, good man,” Mike goes on, extracting his fingers from Libby’s pussy and holding them up. “Mmm, look at that, hey.” He spreads his fingers with Libby’s lubricating juice stringing between them. “Definitely ready, wouldn’t you say, Colin?”
Colin nods, gulping hard again. “Yeah, I’d say so.” He watches Mike sucking slowly on his fingers, feeling his own face flush and his cock throbbing in his suit trousers.
“And who are you ready for, love? Whose cum do you want in your belly right now?”
Libby is across the table from her husband and leaning into the older man, cuddled to his chest. “I want yours,” she answers obediently.
He strokes her face. “Tell your husband.”
Libby looks to Colin. She takes a breath. “I want his cum in me, Colin.” Her blush fires up. “I want him to give me a baby.”
“Yeah? Aw fuck,” Colin groans, with one hand under the table squeezing his throbbing cock.
“Yes, perfect,” Mike says. “Now just let young Raymond here have another look at these beautiful breasts, and we’ll leave your husband to it okay, love.”
“So, how are we going here?” the waiter asks, smiling broadly as he approaches.
“Going just fine thanks,” Mike answers, squeezing the back of Libby’s neck as she sits forward.
The waiter is gathering glasses, his eyes roll down to Libby’s breasts.
“It’s okay, have a good look,” Mike says to him. “She wants you to. We all want you to, don’t we, Colin?”
Colin looks up at the other man. “Yeah, we want ya to.”
The guy grins and angles for a better look. Libby scrunches her shoulders for him, checking to see her nipples are exposed then peering up at him.
“That’s a nice rack, baby.” His voice has mellowed and deepened. “She’s your wife hey, man?” he directs at Colin.
Colin gulps and nods.
The guy grins at Mike. “And you’re um..?”
“Yes, I’m about to take this lovely young lady upstairs for the night. You’ll take care of her husband, keep my tab open for him?”
“Sure,” the guy says, smiling some more and tilting for another look at Libby’s tits.
Libby looks across at a mature woman seated nearby watching. Her blush has drained as her mind reels with the excitement of the situation. The waiter hooks a finger in her dress and pulls it open further. The older woman swallows hard, her lips pursed, her legs squeezed together and one hand clutching a thigh while the other toys with the neckline of her own dress.
Libby watches the woman’s face as the waiters hooked finger moves from one side of her open dress to the other, he and the two men she’s with examining each of her bare breasts. There is another woman watching as well, a younger one about Libby’s age on an anniversary dinner, cuddling up to her husband. Libby had met and spoken with, Lucy, earlier in the night and was questioned about her relationship with Mike. They exchange a smile and Libby sees the girl’s husband watching intently, feeling her breast in the darkness of their booth.
Libby is taken by the hand and led past the young couple, holding their excited gazes until she turns back to see Colin has followed as far as their table. Libby is cuddled close by the older man about to have sex with her. She is taken from the restaurant, still looking back over her shoulder at her husband, who has been joined by Lucy’s husband. Lucy is kneeling on her seat and watching her over the back of it, waving absently.