Michelle asks Abbie a question

A waiter stopped by to check in on their salads, and to ask Chris if he could settle his bar tab from before dinner. "It would be great if you could just sign off on that before we open a new check here for dinner," said the waiter.

"No problem," said Chris. He stood up, excused himself, and went back to the bar.

Jake and Abbie were staring at each other, reading each other's body language as Abbie continued toying with Jake under the table. Michelle glanced back and forth between them, and the silence in the conversation had grown so long that she was beginning to feel a little awkward. As she looked at Jake, she felt that she recognized the look of a man who was lost in some kind of lustful stare.

"Oops, dropped my napkin," Michelle said bluntly as she purposely tossed her napkin to the floor. She bent down to pick it up, and peeking under the table as she did, caught a glimpse of Abbie's leg stretched out, her foot on Jake's chair. Michelle sat up again, now satisfied to at least know why they were behaving oddly.

"So, Jake -- how many third cousins did you say you have?" said Michelle, brutally forcing unnecessary small talk on him, distracting him from Abbie's touch.

"Um, I ... I don't know. Maybe twenty?"

"How old are they all? With such a huge family tree, they could be any ages, right?"

"Yeah, I guess ... they, um ..." Jake wouldn't have really cared to answer the questions without Abbie's toes tickling him, and in this situation, it was even more difficult (and more weird). He was having trouble focusing, and felt his dick going soft.

"I think I have an uncle somewhere who's like ten years younger than me. It feels strange, but I guess it's possible."

Jake let out a sharp sigh. It was too many questions, and the moment with Abbie was dying. Under the table, he gave Abbie's foot a gentle squeeze, but then he pushed his chair back and stood up. "Excuse me, I'm going to hit the rest room. Be back in a minute."

Both women watched him as he went, and the moment he was out of earshot, Michelle turned sharply to Abbie.

"Very, very hot."

"What's that?" asked Abbie.

"You, that's what. Playing a little footsie during dinner." Michelle smirked at Abbie who began to blush. "Oh, don't be embarrassed. I'm getting a little heated just thinking about it. Chris would probably die if I tried something like that here at dinner."

Abbie smiled at her and shrugged. "You never know."

"He and I know that neither of us -- oh god, I'm starting to overshare, it's been too much wine." Michelle sighed heavily. "Whatever. We both know that we've 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 in love, 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 'in love' or the 'monogamous' parts."

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 wine. "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.

"So let me ask you this," Michelle said. "Jake's pretty cute. What would you say if I wanted to, I don't know, see what might happen with him?"

Abbie looked at her. "I'd say go for it." She smiled and took another sip.

"Wait, what?"

"We're all adults. I'm not going to supervise him." She paused, and then, with a smirk, added, "unless you'd be into that."

Michelle laughed. "Are you saying what I think you're saying? Are you ...?"

Abbie smiled again. "I'm probably saying what you think I'm saying. But it would be best if you just said it so we all know for sure."

Michelle took a breath. "Okay. I'm thinking of telling Chris to fuck off for the night so I can stay out and play. Your boyfriend is hot and you're hot and I think hanging out with you two would be kind of incredible. Would you be into it?"

Abbie stared at her, mostly to just build suspense. "I would totally be into it."