Chris entertains Abbie and Michelle at the bar

After Jake left, Abbie and Michelle ordered a round of something fruity ("Tyler, make us something fruity!" was literally the way Michelle ordered), and got a little giggly and girly.

"So how long have you and Jake been together?" asked Michelle.

"Um," said Abbie, suddenly realizing that she ought to have a story ready for this topic. It's not like I can tell new friends, 'yeah, I gave him a blowjob at work once and now I kind of do whatever he asks me to,' she thought.

"What does that mean?" said Michelle, furrowing her brow. "Either you don't know or you're not together, right?"

"Well, this is our first weekend away together, if that puts a label on it."

Michelle nodded, accepting this as a reasonable measurement of relationship status. "First time away, huh. No wonder you guys are so cute. Where'd you meet him?"

"Work. I guess I knew him for a while, but we hit it off recently, and, well, now we're here."

"I met Chris at a party like six or a hundred years ago. He's usually pretty nice to me, treats me well, he's got a lot of money and a huge cock. It's not the most perfect recipe, but you know."

Abbie nodded. "You seem happy and comfortable with him. How long have you been married?"

"Three years." Michelle shrugged. "Being here for another wedding has me thinking about all that stuff again. Sometimes I think Chris and I have hit our limits with each other. Sex is great, but it's the same thing every time."

"Do you ever talk to each other about that?"

Michelle shook her head. "Not really. It's not in the way, I guess. I mean, we're still together. I know he fucks around a little, and he probably knows that I do, but I don't want it to become, you know, a thing."

"I don't mean to get in your business," said Abbie, "but maybe if you opened up to each other you'd find there's more than you thought there was."

"Is that what you and Jake do? You talk about it?"

"Yeah, kind of. I'm pretty open minded, so right now, things are really healthy with me and Jake." Abbie's mind went back to their serious conversation earlier. She was feeling incredibly confident about her relationship with Jake. "I think we really trust each other."

"So you're just ... monogamous, and talk about everything openly?" Michelle considered this. "Well, it's probably a lot more healthy than what I do."

"We're very honest with each other. But it's also pretty new."

Michelle sipped her wine. "You didn't agree to the 'monogamous' part."

Abbie giggled to herself. "I guess I didn't."

Michelle shook her head and smiled. "You two look so amazing together. The way you look at him, the way he looks at you. I'm envious." She finished her drink. "But you're not exclusive."

Abbie looked down at her plate, then back up to Michelle. "No, we're not."

Michelle nodded a little. "I'm not one to judge. I just told you that Chris and I both mess around on the side."

Abbie took a sip of her drink, and let the silence fill the air.

"I'm kind of inspired here, Abbie. I mean, what if I pushed Chris to do something different, like really pushed him?"

Abbie nodded. "It might spice things up."

Michelle looked hard at Abbie. "Yeah, it might." She nodded, and kept her eyes on Abbie. "It might."

Chris weaved his way through the crowd and found Abbie and Michelle at the bar having just ordered another round.

"Sorry about that. Timing is the worst, but there's thing stupid thing going on with work."

Michelle put her finger on his lips. "Let's skip the part where I pretend to have any interest in your work drama -- and definitely skip the part where Abbie has to pretend to be polite -- and just get you another beer." She signaled to Tyler and ordered a beer for Chris. "I want to get a little wild tonight, honey. Come on."

Chris smiled. "Really? What did you have in mind?"

Michelle rolled her eyes. "I don't know. But maybe take some initiative. Let's live. Let's be more like Abbie, here. She's young and free."

"Wait," said Chris. "What happened to your boyfriend?"

Abbie waved him off with her hand. "Oh, he was tired and went up to bed. He was up super early this morning driving us here. I gave him a pass for the night."

"So now it's just us, baby." It was unclear whether Michelle was speaking to Abbie or to Chris. "Let's just have fun tonight!" She grabbed Chris's necktie and pulled him down to her for a kiss. Then she idly reached out and squeezed one of Abbie's boobs. She laughed.

Abbie was so startled, she didn't know how to react.

"Oh, come on, you people! I just kissed you, I just groped you, and nothing? I should just go upstairs alone and masturbate and call it a night."

Chris laughed at her. "Babe, what do you want me to do?"

"Oh, big beautiful boy, big dumb beautiful boy. I just want you to be spontaneous. Touch me. Touch her. Say something hot. Yeah, you know what? Flirt with Abbie. Pretend I'm not here and hit on her. You okay with that, Abbie? If he flirts with you?"

Abbie was still a little off guard from the groping, but she said, "uh, yeah, it's fine, I don't mind."

"See? She doesn't care." Michelle lowered her voice to a loud whisper. "She knows that I know that we both know that we sometimes mess around on the side. So pretend I'm not here ... and, go!"

Chris finished his beer. He glared at Michelle and said, "Look, we can just go upstairs, watch some porn, order room service wings, fuck around together, and fall asleep. Wouldn't that be good?"

"No, it wouldn't. It's what we did last night. And the night before." Michelle was starting to get upset. "Look, either start hitting on Abbie or you can get yourself a separate hotel room tonight."

Chris looked at his wife one more time, and then turned away from her. He wasn't really in a playful mood. "So, hi."

"Hi," said Abbie, not sure where the game might go.

"How about we go upstairs, watch some porn, order room service wings, fuck around together, and fall asleep. Wouldn't that be good?" Michelle starting punching Chris on the arm as he repeated the same line he had just tried giving her.

"No!" shouted Michelle. "That's not flirting. That's stupid."

Abbie shrugged. "I don't know, sounds good to me. Wings, porn, sex, sleep -- sounds like vacation."

Chris chuckled. "Ha, maybe you're my kind of girl."

"Maybe I am."

Michelle smiled. Yes, she thought. This is what I wanted to see.

"But for real, what kind of night would you want? I mean, if you could have anything at all?"

Abbie paused to consider this. "I wasn't joking when I said that wings and porn sounded good. But let's see. Maybe a hot bubble bath. That would be nice. My body is kind of sore from a long day. A foot rub, a neck rub."

"Would you like me to rub your neck?"

"Mm, that would be lovely."

Chris stepped behind Abbie and put his big hands on her neck. He began massaging her skin, and she immediately melted into him, moaning lightly with pleasure.

"Oh wow, that is instantly amazing, Chris," she said.

Chris leaned into Abbie's back to give more pressure. She wiggled her shoulders into him, and one of the shoulder straps of her dress fell off to the side. Because of the loose and low cut nature of the dress, when the shoulder part fell, it fully exposed one of her breasts. Abbie wasn't aware of it, and so she just sat there leaning back into Chris while he massaged her, as he (and Michelle, and possibly other patrons at the bar) got a clear look at her breast.

Abbie reached her hand up to rub the front of her chest, and noticed that her breast was naked. She opened her eyes, and looked at Michelle. "Were you going to tell me my boob was hanging out?" Abbie pulled the dress back onto her shoulder, but now Chris's attention was on her low cut neckline, and he hoped to get a second look.

"You know, Abbie," he started.

"Yes?"

"We could take this backrub upstairs. I could run that bubble bath for you and really help you unwind. Would you be into that?"

Abbie sighed. "How could I not? A bubble bath, a back rub, and I'm still holding out for wings."

Chris chuckled and Abbie laughed. Michelle added, "Don't forget the porn and sex,"

"And the porn and sex," said Abbie.

Chris looked at Michelle. "I can't tell if I'm just pretending to hit on her or if I'm actually inviting her upstairs. But now I seriously want wings and porn and sex."

All three of them laughed at that. Michelle really wanted to push the conversation with them, though, so she said, "Okay big boy. Let's say you got her upstairs, you seduced her with promises of a bath and some chicken and whatever. What would you do next?"

"After the bath and after eating the chicken and watching the porn?"

"Right. I mean, we don't talk about this, but I know you've hooked up with other women. How do you do it? What are your moves?"

Chris stopped rubbing Abbie's back. "This is weird. Talking about my methods for cheating on you?"

"Let's not call it cheating. Let's call it exploring. Come on, I'm still here, I don't fight with you about it, let's be open with each other."

Chris looked back at Abbie, who turned to face him. "I would probably ... put my hand on her cheek, my fingers in her hair." He did this, and continued to act out the motions he described. "I would touch her shoulders, put my hand on the small of her back, and pull her closer to me. If she seemed receptive to it, I might lean down and kiss her."

"Are you receptive, Abbie?" Michelle prompted.

Breathlessly, Abbie replied, "I'm receptive."

Chris didn't do anything at first. Despite all the silly talk, the openness, the actual encouragement from Michelle (not to mention the voluntary receptiveness from Abbie), he still didn't buy it.

"One kiss would turn into two. I'd put my hands on her body, feel her skin, her arms, her ass."

"Then what?" said Michelle.

"Then ... I don't know, there's probably a bed or something nearby, right? In this imaginary place where I'm trying to hook up with someone who's not you? I'd lower her to the bed, and --"

At that moment, Chris felt his phone ring again. He looked at the screen. "Ah, fuck." Then he turned to Michelle. "As weird as this was, it was kind of hot. But I have to take this call." He answered, and then spoke once more to Michelle. "I'm going up to the room. I'll see you up there later." He started to walk away, but returned. "And this is an actual work thing. I'm not getting some hotel booty call tonight. I'm going upstairs to our room."

Michelle let out an exasperated breath. "What a loser."

Abbie touched her chest again, and then moved her fingers up to her shoulders where Chris had been rubbing her. "Sorry, what?"

"I said he's a loser," Michelle repeated. "He could have literally had you like right here on the bar, and he fucking takes a work call."

Abbie smiled lightly. "Yeah, I was kind of wrapped up in that moment. Honestly, if that had gone even a slight bit further, I might be upstairs with him now."

Michelle lit up. "Wait, really?"

"Are you actively trying to get me to, you know, fuck your husband?"

Michelle thought about it. "Maybe? Do you want to?"

Abbie blushed again. "His hands felt really good on me. He's so big and strong, he feels like a super hero."

"Oh my god, don't tell him that."

Abbie laughed. "But I think, yeah, I would totally go for that."

Michelle looked around, then called out to the bartender. "I need to settle my tab. My girl and I got somewhere to be."