Peak

Peak gazed down the length of the table, catching your eye as you chat excitedly with her husband. She smiles at you and then lifts her cocktail from the table, taking the straw between her lips and turning her head back to her work colleague to continue her own conversation.

“Fuck man…shes gorgeous,” you quietly say to her husband.

“She is. I hope we can pull this off,” her husband replies, taking a swig from his pint of beer.

You look back across the long narrow table at Peak. She’s sat on a high stool at the far end opposite you, chatting away loudly with another female occasionally giggling. Peak has her long black hair straightened, wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner. You can’t help but quickly look down at her ample chest, which she seems to be proud of judging by how low cut her tight black dress is. Her golden brown cleavage appearing to almost want to burst out from within.

You had only met her husband earlier this evening. Prior to this, you had been chatting online with him for six months, bonding over a shared fantasy of wanting to watch your wives with other men. You had arrived into Leeds at 6pm and had taken a taxi to this bar, Peak’s husband waiting for you outside the entrance. A short man in his late 30s, he shook your hand and informed you Peak was inside with her work colleagues having some post work drinks for the weekend. You had followed him inside & had been introduced to Peak and her work manager, a chubby gentleman in his 50s who had had his arm around Peak’s shoulders on introduction, something you had made note of.

You turn back to Peak’s husband and he asks, “We should probably get her a few more cocktails before we leave here. Shall we invite anyone else back with us?“