Me: Don’t fucking worry about it now.
Ainslee congratulates her saying Wyn is fine causing Oran and me to glare at our wives. I swear they love getting in trouble. I’ll give them a pass for drinking but one more infarction is going to get Karessa tied up and at my mercy.
My dick gets hard thinking about it. Maybe I should tie her up just because. Yes, that sounds like a good plan.
Karessa pulls me out of my plans by accidentally telling Ainslee that I had a crush on her. I don’t care. It’s true, I have nothing to hide besides, she’s the last person out of the four of us to know. The surprise on her face is amusing. The little asshole was completely unaware. I just don’t know if I was that good at suppressing it or if she’s just that unaware. It doesn’t matter now. We did a toast to old crushes and the girls fluttered off to play.
I stare at Karessa’s mainly exposed ass in that see through ensemble.
“I see you’re extra focused on your wife’s ass,” Oran points out.
“Yup. Just like you’ve been staring at your wife all night.”
“True. I bet the guys think we ditched them for our wives.”
“We did,” I tell him. “No one told them to bring extra women we don’t give a fuck about. They killed the guys’ night. Not us. We’re not prowling for pussy; we know where to go.”
“That’s for sure,” Oran agrees. “You know me, I didn’t want to make new friends anyway.”
I laugh because my best friend is a surly bastard. He is the male version of can’t-sit-with-us.
“Well, at least you tried,” I placate him.
“It was brutal,” he jokes.
Under Ainslee’s instruction, Karessa hits a bullseye. She squeals like she did the night we played strip darts except this time I get to watch her ass bounce in that bullshit she calls shorts.
“You’re going to bite it again, aren’t you?” Oran teases.
“Amongst other parts for sure. Are you still torturing your wife?”
“A little,” the sicko confirms and smiles at the thought. Sexual warfare is Oran’s specialty. “Looks like they started playing pool. They have a few games max before they get dragged out.”
Watching Karessa bent over in those little shorts while she fondles the cue is what wet dreams are made of -no-it’s the foundation of a new religion. Oran stares at Ainslee’s tits daring to pop out with each play. Damn we’re too horny for our own good.
With a sigh that suggests he’s pulling himself from leering at his wife like a horny jackass, Oran forces his attention back to me and a slightly more serious subject.
“How does it feel to have your love out in the open?”
I wave my hand to get us another round then answer. “Damn good. It was a perfect night for that. All her favorite shit. A fucking colossal gesture that she’d love. We weren’t far into the date before I told her. I didn’t see it as something I would hold for the rest of the night.”
The server gives us our drinks and we take a sip while I wait for Oran’s thoughts.
“That’s great. I’m happy that it worked out. My bigger question...how does it feel knowing without a doubt that your love is returned?”
I know what he’s asking. He wants to know if I feel the difference between this and the bullshit I had with Layla.
“It’s fan-fucking-tastic. Karessa loves hard across the board. I feel like we can take on the big things together. The heavy shit. There is no woman I’d rather have at my side with the shit I’ve been through recently. I know she cares and there aren’t any limitations to that love.”
“Unconditional,” Oran adds. “I get it. Ainslee and I may disagree on communication but I don’t doubt for a second that she loves me. That kind of peace cannot be bought.”
I nod, still surprised that Oran and I managed to be in the same place in our love life at the same time. Our wives are beating some guys at pool but that’s partially due to the assholes looking at their assets.
Oran notices the guy who looks damn close to trying Ainslee. Little does he know; the little asshole would maim him.
“Night’s over?” I suggest. He just grunts like a big grump and nods.
Whistling, I work my way over to the girls. I already know which of the two will be the problem so I go to Ainslee first.
