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One Friday night after work, a few of us decided to hit one of the bars and have a few drinks and maybe dance some, before heading home for the weekend.
Normally I did not make this a practice, but my wife had some kind of appointment, so I figured it would be better than watching TV on a Friday night.
There were maybe twenty of us in total, and the crowd seemed to be out for a good time. The numbers were a little unbalanced, as there was maybe twelve guys with eight women. I was more interested in getting a beer, and relaxing. The first beer went down smoothly, and I ordered a second one. Once I got that, the waitress was there to take food orders. I got the normal tavern steak with fries.
Once supper was over, some of the people left, and the rest sort of converged on one or two tables. I was one of two from my section, and Ron was busy trying to make time with one of the women. The tables actually sat six people, and we filled two tables, with myself and a woman from sales left over. We sat at an adjacent table, but were not far away. It just sort of cut us out of the conversation.
Nancy, who I was sitting with, worked in another section, but we all basically knew each other, just not well.
One advantage of sitting with her, is that I did not have to buy a round. The other two tables, were ordering pitchers of draft beer, and they seemed to be having fun. Nancy and I were just talking, and we stuck to bottled beer.
I bought her one, and we were just talking about work, the economy and such stuff. Some of the others were beginning to dance some. So I asked Nancy to dance.
We had a couple of dances. They were playing county music, and I was having a good time.
Now, to bring you up to date with things. My name is Tim, and I am forty two years old. Not bad physical shape, but probably ten pounds over weight, but with decent muscle tone. A touch of grey in my dark brown hair. I stand about six one, and weigh in at about two ten. I have been married for twenty two years, and have just the one son. Ben is studying to be a doctor. Me I am an accountant.
My wife is thirty nine, and about ten years ago, it should be right on ten years, as she was twenty nine, worrying about turning thirty, she had a short affair. It was a rough time for me, as she was sure she was in love with this guy. She actually moved out for about a month.
I remember one bad argument we had, and she told me how great he was in bed. That hurt some more. But after about a month of living in an apartment, she suddenly wanted to come back home, and work on our marriage. Ben was twelve at the time, and I did not relish the thought of being a single Dad, so I agreed.
Later on, I found her diary, and read it on the sly. It gave me a inside look at her thinking. Basically she was feeling old, if you can do that at twenty nine, unappreciated and neglected. She admitted to her diary, that the sex was not that great, and she seldom got off with him. That was an ego booster for me, as she always got off with me.
We saw a counsellor for a bit, and eventually our marriage smoothed out, and things were good for awhile. I never brought it up, and never thought of revenge. Within a couple of years our marriage was back in the same groove. I say groove, not rut. A groove is more comfortable. One thing I guess I always resented, was through it all, I never saw the effort that she put into her affair, reflected in her relationship with me.
And with Ben off to University, my wife and I had definitely drifted apart some more. It is easy to blame her, but as I said, she certainly did not put a lot of effort into it, and over time, I adopted the same attitude. It was like I was lonely in my own house.
Nancy was a nice looking woman. Not striking by any means, but more of a cute face. A nose that turned up a bit, a nice smile, and eyes that seemed to vary between blue and green. She had a very nice laugh, and laughed easily. Her body was nice also. Medium sized breasts, and a nice curvy behind. I guessed and she later confirmed that she was thirty eight years old. She was a brunette, and stood maybe five four, and I would guess maybe around one twenty for her weight.
Like me she was married and had one child. Her daughter was eighteen and enrolled in a secretarial course.
It is funny, some of the things that go through your mind. At one point of the evening, we had just had a dance, and were sitting there, sipping our beers. She caught me staring at her wedding band and engagement ring. I saw her slowly put her other hand over them, blocking my view.
I looked up at her, and she just said, "Let's dance some more."
The song was one by Patsy Cline, and as we waltzed together, her body moulded right to mine, and she seemed to follow my lead with ease. Her body pressed against mine. I could feel the little bulge of her lower stomach against my thigh.
When the song ended, and as we were walking back to the table, I said to her, "You are fun to dance with."
She smiled at me, and I could see she liked the compliment.
Nancy seemed to be having fun also. We were still kind of by ourselves. Once one of the other people came over for a minute, and said, "What are you two talking about?"
Nancy was quick to say, "Tim, is explaining how our sales data ends up in the accounting records."
The woman just said, "Ugh."
Needless to say, she did not linger.
When she was gone, Nancy said, "I am having too much fun to put up with her."
We danced to another song. It was by Dwight Yoakim, and was a little faster. Nancy almost seemed to be shaking her breasts at me, as she shook to the music.
She saw me watching her chest, and just smiled at me.
When we sat down, she sort of placed her hand on mine. Not really holding hands, just touching.
The DJ was taking a break, so we could talk. Ron the guy I came over with, was making some headway with a girl from the mail room. Nancy noticed this also.
She said, "I am having a great time, beats going home to an empty house."
I just looked at her.
She explained, "Gary, my husband is away. He comes back tomorrow. Not that it would make much difference."
I replied, "I know the feeling, sometimes."
She just said, softly, "Go on."
I said, "Well if I was home, I would be in the den, working on the computer, and Judy, my wife, would be glued to the TV. Sometimes I hate that TV."
Nancy looked like she understood, and she said, "Been there, done that, Gary likes to watch his sports, and he always has to have his beer."
I just nodded in return.
She then said, "He has a small drinking problem, and that has kind of come between us some. I just miss the affection, God I miss that."
I said, "I know, that is what I miss, someone saying they are always there for you, is not the same as showing it."
She squeezed my hand, then asked, "So, what do you do?"
I shrugged, and said, "Not much, I mean sex, you can always do yourself, but still the affection is missing. So I mean like, it is just relief."
She squeezed my hand tighter and whispered, "Yes, me too."
I smiled at her, and then took a drink of my beer. The thought of her playing with herself, suddenly made its way into my mind. It did not stay for long, but I remember thinking, "I would love to watch her do it."
When I looked at her, she was watching me, and she said, "Penny for your thoughts."
I think I almost blushed.
She just said, "Oh."
Then she pulled me back to the dance floor.
It was a slow song, so she just molded her body close to mine. She felt real good in my arms. I pulled her a little tighter.
She just whispered, "I can handle a little closer, just let me breathe."
I squeezed her a little tighter, and a little closer. Again I could feel her rounded little stomach press against me.
The song was ending, just as I felt my cock start to respond. I was glad to sit back down, as I did not want her to think I was hitting on her.
We both took a drink.
Then Nancy, sort of held her beer bottle out to me, and said, "Let's drink to a little affection."
I clicked my bottle on hers and we drank a little toast.
Most of the work crowd had left now. I think Ron was going to get lucky, because as he left with the young one, he had his hand on her ass. The young one looked like she was a little loaded.
Nancy was watching with me, and commented, "Might be a little affection there tonight."
She sounded almost wistful.
I knew I was all right to drive, and figured Nancy was also. But I also knew another beer, and we would not be.
I did not want to leave, but knew I could not have any more to drink. I think she was having the same argument.
She solved the problem by saying, "Let's dance a few more, before we have to leave."
As the night was moving along, the DJ was putting in a lot more slow songs.
I held her close, and Nancy changed the way we held each other. Before we held one hand together by our chests. This time, she put both her arms around my neck some. She pressed close, and my hands just sort of stroked her sides.
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