Beer, shots and an audience

At the bar we ordered beer. It was soon followed by shots. I hate shots but Katrina had ordered them. She said it was Dutch courage before we hit the dance floor.

We talked over the music and tried to avoid work related topics or talks about family. You know, grown up shitty stuff. Tried to keep the charade of youth authentic.

Her eyes were different. Glazed. Wicked.

Katrina suddenly took my hand and began to dance around me. She shook her hips seductively then grinned at me devilishly. She was clearly on the pissed side of being merry. But it was good. She was being young like she wanted.

I also noticed she had an audience of halloween goons who were gawping at my wife's curves

I joined her in dancing.

There was no space between us as we grinded against one another. My hands explored her back then quickly down to her ass. I always loved her backside.

Our lips kissed like we hadn’t in years. We continued to dance like a courting sexed up couple we are.

Then I needed a piss.

I shouted over the music “Wait here.” She slurred an OK, and it dawned on me she was pissed as an Irish fart.

... and the night had only just began.

I felt guilty leaving her. A bit annoyed too, that she had gotten drunk so early.

Bit I really needed that piss.

The men's room was rammed and I waited for what felt like an age but was probably less than ten minutes. The reason for the wait was there was only 4 urinals, and the cubicles were filled with couples fucking, or guys doing lines of Charlieir or worse. My piss went to tune of moans and groans and they weren't all mine.

When I got back to the dancefloor Katrina was in the arms of another Batman Joker. Did she know it wasn't me? I felt awkward then jealous. Then…strangely aroused.

I had often thought of this. The rush of the thrill was undeniable. But he the edge of reality was cutting.