Drinks first and seen by a friend

“Why, Anthony, are you trying to get me liquored up to get into my panties?” Abbey asked with a smile.

“I don’t want this to come across the wrong way, but this is a first date. Do you really think it will end back at my place with sex?” he asked back.

Abbey put a hand on his leg, “I hope so. I want you to pin me against your bedroom window and fuck the hell out of me so George can watch me cumin on your cock from our bedroom.”

“Should we skip dinner then?” Anthony asked.

Abbey smiled, “Let’s start with drinks and see.”

They arrived at the bar ten minutes later and found a seat in a booth. Abbey sat on Anthony’s right and ran her left hand up his leg.

“You know, every time you do that, all I see is your wedding rings, right? It turns me on so much.” He told her.

Abbey smiled, “I can tell, and just wait till I have my hand wrapped around your bare cock with my rings glinting. Isn’t that going to be so much hotter?”

Anthony couldn’t help but agree, “What do you want?” he asked.

“You could see if they have a flirty white wife, but otherwise, pinot gris sounds good to me,” she told him.

He nodded and stood up to head to the bar. A few minutes had passed when one of Abbey’s friends leant on the table. “Abbey, and who is that long glass of coke?” she asked.

“Siúin?” Abbey said, as always bastardising the pronunciation. Abbey and George always had difficulty. More often than not, it came out as ‘Shirin’. “Well, umm, that’s Anthony, we are kind of here on a first date.”

“Oh my God, are you and George alright? What happened? Did he cheat on you?” Siúin asked.

Abbey laughed at the anger in her voice. “Umm, quite the opposite. George and I have never been stronger, but we are kind of opening up our relationship.”

Siúin stopped for a moment, silent. “I guess I should have come over sooner. I saw you come in with him on your arm and wasn’t sure if I should say anything.” She replied as Anthony got back.

“Hi,” Anthony said.

Abbey smiled as Anthony gave her her drink. “Siúin, this is Anthony, my date.”

Siúin gave a little half-bow, half-curtsey showing off her cleavage. She was the only friend Abbey had that had a bigger bust than Abbey. Pale and freckled with copper-red hair revealing her Irish ancestry. “Nice to meet you. So George is on a date too?”

“Not tonight,” Abbey said, “he’s at home tonight.”

Siúin pouted, “And you’ll be home later?” she asked.

Abbey looked towards Anthony and put her hand on his, her white gold rings shining against the backdrop of his skin. “No, I’m staying at Anthony’s tonight,” Abbey said.

“Well, far be it from me to ruin a date, I will run off and leave you two love birds to it.” As she went to leave, Siúin stopped, “Oh and Anthony, in college I found out Abbey loves to have her earlobes sucked on.”

“Siúin!” Abbey protested as her friend left.

Anthony was laughing. “She’s friendly, and that college thing, is that more references to you possibly having a wife?” Abbey slapped him on the shoulder. “What? And I mean if you were interested in going there again, I mean. Damn!”

“You were just looking at her tits,” Abbey said.

Anthony shrugged, “In that top, can you blame me?”

Abbey smiled, “Not really, she does have fantastic tits and nipples the like of which I’ve never seen.”

Anthony leant closer to Abbey, “Oh well, do tell,” he joked. Abbey laughed before he added, “Did you tell her?”

Abbey nodded, “It was kind of titillating to tell someone I knew I was on a date with a man who is not my husband. It was exciting.”

Anthony smiled, “I hope you keep some of that excitement for later.”