Drunk

Girls' Night Out was supposed to be about Susan and I working on our own friendship, but the more time we spent at that bar the less time we spent working on our relationship. After about an hour and who knows how many rounds, Dale was now standing with the visible and growing buldge in his tight jeans pressed against my wife's leg, and his hand planted on her ass.

At least the drunker I got, the less annoying Carl seemed. In some ways he was even starting to look a little cute.

"I think Dale really likes your friend," Carl said.

"I see that," I mumbled into my beer.

"Looks like she really likes him too," he said. On cue Susan laughed at one of the other man's jokes.

"She's married," I said.

"So is he," Carl told me. "His wife is a registered nurse at the hospital working thirds. They've got four kids, all spending the weekend with their grandparents, and one on the way."

"No shit?"

"But don't worry, after his wife turned up pregnant he went and got clipped," he continued. "He won't be knocking your friend up."

"Wait, you think...."

On cue Dale repositioned his hand, sliding it between her knees and along her thigh. To my surprise she spread her legs, giving him better access. I wanted to be upset at seeing my wife and another man, and maybe part of me was, but a part of me wanted to see more. That later part wanted to hear how she moaned when he slid a finger inside of her. Or watch as she unzipped his tight wranglers and pulled his cock out.

I was suddenly jealous, but not in the way that made sense. I wished I was the one being gropped by Dale. I wanted to be the one who was technically cheating.

Instead of saying anything, I lay my hand on Carl's knee. He squirmed a little but didn't pull away.

"How about you, Carl, are you married?"

"Y-yes ma'am, to Dale's sister," he stuttered.

"Does she know you're out at a bar with her brother trying to pickup girls?" I asked.

"No, its not like that," Carl said. "Dale's trying to pickup your friend, I'm just here to keep you company while he does."

"What do you think is gonna happen?" I asked. "He's gonna take us back to his place and I'm gonna watch TV while they fuck?"

"Uhmmm...well, I...."

Before he could answer, I grabbed him by the crotch. His cock wasn't hard yet, but it was getting that way. I squeezed and he took sharp breath.

"A good wing man is willing to go all the way to help his friend," I said. He didn't resist as I teased hia cock through his pants. "So what's your wife's name?"

"Melanie," Carl said.

"Do you love Melanie?"

"Yes."

"Does Melanie still suck you off the way she did when you were dating?" I asked. "Let you blow your load in her mouth and then swallow it all?"

"No," he said.

"Does she bend over and let you fuck her in the ass?"

"No," he said.

"I do both of those...on the first date," I said with a smile, and with that I was pretty sure Carl had grown to his full length. He felt about average sized, which was a little disappointing. "And the best part us when we're done, you go home to Melanie and I go my own way. You don't have to put up with my bitching at you or wanting small talk."

"T-t-hat s-sounds nice," he said.

"What do yall say we get outta here?" Dale asked.

"Yeah....lets go somewhere more private," Carl suggested.

As if remembering that I was there too, Susan turned and looked at me questioningly. She clearly wanted my approval to go to the next step with her new redneck friend.