Third-Wheel

You'd briefed Tegan on the situation. She was proud of you and grateful that you'd come to her about this instead of trying to do it on your own.

The two of you looked cute as you walked into the restaurant together. You sat down at your table and waited. It seemed you were early?

Of course, Alison had planned that. She wanted all eyes—especially yours—on her when she walked in. And on her they were.

You couldn't help it. Her outfit was more like a leotard made explicitly to turn you on than it was a dress. When she got to the table, she looked at her seat and sighed. "Puppy. Be a gentleman and pull out my chair for me?"

Instinctively, you obeyed, hopping up to help her with her chair. Of course, your wife was not too happy, but she knew that something like this could happen. Alison took her seat and you helped push her in.

"I see you dressed like a slut," Tegan said as you returned to your seat.

"Aw, honey, it's cute that you think your words mean anything to me. And it's cute that you even came along. It's going to be so much fun to have you watch as I take back my husband." Alison said, motioning the waiter over before she could respond. She moved her chair closer to yours and smiled as the waiter showed up.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The man asked.

"My husband and I would like to order a few drinks. Our friend will be on a separate tab," Alison said as she rubbed your arm lovingly.

"Right! Of course!" He said, flustered by Alison's state of dress.

After he left, Tegan took her shots. "Husband? You're insane. Truly. I almost feel sorry for you. John never was and never will be your husband. In fact, he hates you!"

"Is that true, John? Do you hate me?" She started to stroke your hair and press her breasts against your arm.

"Well, hate is a strong word—"

Tegan cut you off, "hey! You can't do that!"

"Wrong, sweetie. We are allowed to do whatever we want to get what we want. If I want to hold him, then I'll hold him. If I want to kiss him, then—" she cut herself off as she pulled you into a deep kiss. Her lips opened yours as her tongue slid into your mouth. She was claiming you right in front of Tegan.

The kiss was quick, and you were in a daze when she broke it. "Just a taste, puppy. Of course, if you want more, you can always just ask."

"What do you want, Alison? Just to torment my husband?" Tegan crossed her arms and glared at the women.

"What do I want? Why, I think that's simple. I want him. I trained him all throughout school to be the perfect boy. I don't just like him; I love him. He's sexy, he's smart, he's strong, he's obedient — and then you stole him from me. You may think you love him, but your love can't even compare to mine and that's not just because I've got a better body."

"What? What a load of shit!" Tegan snapped back. "And you don't have a better body. If that's what mattered, then John would have chosen you a long time ago."

"Hmm... Well, why don't we ask your husband?" Alison turned to you and leaned back in her chair. "Tell us, puppy, and be honest: whose body do you prefer? If I like your answer, I might give you a nice reward, too!"

"You can't just do that!" Tegan set her hands on her hips. "You can't bribe him! Besides, he doesn't even know what the bribe is!"

"Oh, yes, silly me!" Alison feigned a laugh. "The reward will be a nice massage from me. Anywhere you want it," she licked her lips and set her hand on top of yours. "Anywhere."

"Oh, yea? Well... If you pick me, John, then I'll... finally let you fuck me in the ass tonight!" Tegan said, reaching out and grabbing your other hand.