1. Margaret - Chapter 1


    Date: 9/13/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: Jack_W_Green, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    getting a little tipsy. I had never tried the classic/cliché move of rubbing my foot against a woman’s leg under the table but I was beginning to consider it. Margaret saved me the trouble: after glancing over to make sure Jeff was still wrapped up in one of his endless monologues, she leaned a little towards me as we talked and rested a hand gently on my thigh. That sent a thrill through my entire body. I tried hard to play it cool but I’m sure I failed miserably. My face must have been the color of beetroot; I was so turned on and would have fucked her there on the table if it had been possible. I responded by gently stroking the back of my hand along the forearm that led to my thigh. Now I could see that Margaret was feeling very, very horny and she was into our little talk every bit as much as I was. By now the beer was running through Jeff. He announced loudly he had to go pee again (thanks, Jeff – didn’t really need the news flash). Margaret and I disengaged and smiled at him as weaved his way to the door. As he disappeared inside I flagged down my favorite bar tender and asked her for a pen and a scrap of paper. Casey could read people; that was what made her so good at her job. She looked at the two of us, knew exactly what was going on, and handed me a small note pad and a pencil; then she disappeared inside. I wrote down my number and tore off the page for Margaret. I handed Margaret the pad quickly, below table level. She gave me her number. The exchange had taken ...
    maybe all of ten seconds. We both breathed out a little, relieved that we had got the deed done before the world’s greatest genius got back from peeing. Just a little too late, Jeff decided to re-assert his ownership of Margaret (and I have no doubt that is how he thought of it); he emerged from the bar and came over to sit down between us. It didn’t matter now – Margaret and I had connected and Jeff was way behind the curve. I looked over at my hero wing man and gave him a discreet thumbs-up out of Jeff’s line of sight. He gave me a big cheesy grin then he and his pal announced they were heading to another watering hole and wished us good night. As he leaned in to shake my hand I whispered, “I owe you one.” “No worries,” came the reply, “you’d do the same for me,” he gave me a slap on the back and strolled off. Jeff could hardly speak English at this point and was starting to repeat himself a lot, or lose his train of thought entirely. Margaret put her arm around his waist and gently suggested they finish up and go home. He resisted at first but eventually agreed. Margaret waved Casey over and asked if she could call a cab for the two of them. While they waited for the cab I suggested Jeff might like to take a look at the cigar shop next door. Of course, it turned out that Jeff was maybe the world’s number one expert on cigars. And how to run a cigar store. Man, the guy just couldn’t stop. They paid their tab and I walked with them to the cigar place. Jeff decided he wanted ...
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