The night continues

As we moved back to our seats, Stacy guiding me by hand, a whirlwind of questions rose in my head. What was going on? What did Stacy openly kiss me in front of her boyfriend? Why didn't Will stop her? Was he enjoying what was going on?

I looked at Will as we took our seats and he had turned to order us more drinks. The bulge in his pants showed no sign of going down. Stacy, instead of sitting next to her boyfriend, pulled her seat closer to mine and sat with our legs touching. She pulled my hand around her and she was perfectly content with my palm resting against her clothed waist.

Will placed a drink in front of me and grinned. "You didn't tell me you were such a good dancer."

"Oh he's much more than just a good dancer," Stacy said with a laugh. I looked at both of them blankly before grabbing the drink and finishing it in a single go.

"That's what you're asking me," I asked Will incredulously. "Are we not gonna talk about what Stacy and I did just now?"

"What, you mean the kiss," Will said casually, although I could detect some... was that excitement?

I threw my hands up. "Yes the fucking kiss!" Stacy pouted at the loss of contact.

"What about it," he asked. "Seems to me you two were enjoying yourselves."

"Looks like we weren't the only ones," Stacy said playfully, eyeing his crotch.

Will blushed. "Well yeah, it was very hot. You can't blame me for getting a little excited."

"A little?" I said. "Dude your dick is almost bursting from your pants!"

Will cleared his throat and tried to adjust his pants to hide it a bit to no avail. "Okay I got very excited. Seeing Stacy making out with you man, I mean, so much tongue."

"And you're okay with that," I asked him. "She's your girlfriend."

To make a point, I slipped my arm around Stacy's waist on my own and squeezed, making her giggle.

"I'm not jealous or angry if that's what you're asking," he said. "If anything, I'm happy she did it with you."

Something about the way he did it sounded strange. "Happy that she made out with a total stranger, or that she made out with me specifically?"

"With you."

"And if she made out with some random guy?"

Will snorted. "Stacy won't do that to me," he said confidently.

"What, you think I go around snogging random guys?" Stacy seemed offended at the suggestion. "I'm not a slut. I already have a man."

I gave her a confused look. "You did just snog a random dude."

Stacy and Will both gave me a very weird look. "No, I snogged you."

What the hell? I only knew will for a couple of days and I literally just met Stacy an hour ago. I knew close to nothing about these people and the same could be said for them about me.

"So it's perfectly fine if I do this," I asked and shot a look at the bartender. Seeing he was busy, I took a breath and brought my hand up from my waist to Stacy's breast. I had meant to stop there but I couldn't resist but giving it a good squeeze.

Stacy gasped at the action but didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned in closer to me.

"Of course it is," Will assured me, his eyes fixed on my hand.

"But not if some other guy does it," I asked, just to be sure.

Will's eyes snapped up to glare at me and I flinched. "Dude stop talking about guys groping my girlfriend! I like you but I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you talk like that."

I was taken aback by the genuine anger in his voice but utterly perplexed with his contracting reaction to my fondling Stacy's boob. Said woman was too busy enjoying the feel of my touch to care.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned the bartender giving me a disapproving frown. I blushed and removed my hands, much to Stacy's disappointment.

"I'm sorry Will. I won't say anything like that again." Will stared at me intensely for a moment before relaxing.

"Good," he said simply and took Stacy to the floor to dance. She gave me a wink followed him. I saw them dance for a while and noted that Stacy was much more subdued with her own boyfriend. Apart from the occasional peck on the lips and a couple of sneaky gropes, they barely did anything more. It was frankly nothing compared to what we just did on the same spot.

I turned around and ordered another drink, trying to wrap my head around everything.

"Having a good night," the bartender asked me cheekily. By now, the crowd had lessened as closing time approached.

"I honestly have no idea," I replied and took a deep swig.

"It sure seems like you are," the bartender said, amused. "Although, keep your hands to yourself next time, or at least try to be sneaky. We don't mind the occasional fun but don't take it too far."

I flushed and looked up at him. "Sorry about that. It's just... See those two over there? They're a couple," I said. I had to share this absurd moment with someone or I'd go crazy.

"Ah. So?"

I looked at him strangely. "You did just see me groping the girl right? The guy's girlfriend?"

The bartender coughed awkwardly. "While we don't encourage that behavior here, I don't see what you're trying to say."

"Don't you find that strange? I mean, do a lot of guys let other guys grope their girl?"

"Of course not. There have been one too many fights because of idiots not keeping their hands to themselves," he said. "In fact, that same guy came here yesterday with that girl. He knocked some teeth out when some idiot tried to get frisky with her."

At this point, I wasn't shocked by what I was hearing. "Why did he let me do it then?"

"Well because it's you."

Just like Will, the way he said was extremely strange.

"So what, I can feel up any girl here and nobody would mind?"

"Don't be absurd. Women don't appreciate being touched without consent and if you did, we'd have to throw you out."

Something was nagging at the back of mind now. "What if I wanted to do the same to someone's girlfriend?"

"I doubt any woman would refuse. If their boyfriends are okay with it, feel free. Privately of course."

Some things were falling into place but I needed to be sure. Will and Stacy, I could write off as one off weirdos but what this guy was saying? No way in hell. I noticed the wedding ring on his finger and decided to take the leap.

"What about your wife? If I said I wanted to fuck your wife, what would you say?"

I prepared to get beat up, thrown out, anything. My words would piss off anyone, much less a complete stranger like this bartender. To my complete shock, he did not come at me fists flying.

"Really? Do you want to," he asked eagerly with an excited glint in his eye.

"Uhh..."

Before I could reply, Will and Stacy came back, laughing and holding each other's hands.

"Hey buddy, I think it's time we get out of here. I think they're about to close."

"O-Of course."

As I got up, my stupid brain not yet caught up with the strange events, the bartender grabbed my hand.

"Hey kid, here's my card. If you ever want to do what you just said, call me. We'd be happy to accommodate," he said, pressing a business card into my hand. "By the way, the next time you come here, first round is on the house. I'm the owner of this establishment."

I stared at the card dumbly and nodded at the man behind the counter.

"What was that about," Will asked me curiously as we walked out. Feeling bolder now, I pulled Stacy from him and wrapped my arm around her. She happily let go of him and leaned on to me. Will smiled at us.

"I offered to fuck his wife."

"Oh. Nice."