A Needed Vacation Ch. 03

As he turned his gaze to meet her and answer the question, his eyes found Angela's surprise. Caught in the moment, he knelt transfixed staring up her skirt, unable to avert his eyes. He tried stammering something, but I watched out the corner of my eyes, as she slid forward, spreading her legs further until her skirt rose up covering almost nothing. Her knees were nearly touching his face and as she repeated her question about discounts, she let a solitary finger glide over and up the entire length the thin fabric. No one to the right or left could have seen what she was doing to the poor waiter, as it was barely noticeable by Kate and me sitting at the table. I could see the deep hunger in his eyes though as he licked his lips trying to contain his apparent good fortune.

The spell was broken as he stood up, loudly smacking his shoulder into the table with a ringing crash of bone, plates, and glasses rattling together. His face was red and now he was fumbling trying to answer her question pretending like nothing was happening. However, the tent he was making with his apron from his modest size hard cock had him all in knots. He awkwardly made some excuse about going inside to check with his supervisor and ran off massaging his sore shoulder.

Once he was gone, Angela and Kate burst out into fits of giggles. "You really are such a cock tease, Angie!" Kate said. "But oh my god, you're right that's hot. I haven't had a guy staring at me like that in ages. I want to feel that again."

"Told you. Who's the slut now?" chided Angela. The sun had set now and it was getting late for the restaurant. I checked my watch. Nine-thirty. Still early though by any other standard.

"Angie, I will really have to try something like that sometime. Hey it's still fairly early and there's lounge and club not too far from here, wanna go grab some more drinks and maybe dance a little?" said Kate now a bit more enthusiastic.

"Sure! We haven't been clubbing in forever," said Angela. "Tom, you ok with it?"

"Well we're still on vacation. So I'm game for anything," I said.

As we left the restaurant, I couldn't help but wonder where this evening was going. With both girls already slightly drunk and getting wilder and bolder by the minute, my mind ran through all sorts of possibilities, most of these ended with me holding someone's hair as they hunched over the toilet. Needless to say, it took me a minute to realize that Angie was squeezing my hand trying to signal me that we should head to the car, but for what I couldn't guess.

"Kate," I called, "I left something in the car and it's just on the other side of this building. Grab us our first round and Angie and I will be there in a moment." Kate quipped back something in her usual fashion and darted in. I quickly turned to Angie with an inquisitive look, but was cut short as we approached the car.

"Baby, I'm kinda drunk so this might be the alcohol talking," her speech was slightly slurred, "but Kate might play."

"What?" I asked not picking up her reference.

"She might play with us like John and Cindy," she said, a little exasperated. "We...um, used to tease the boys in college, and I bet, if we could get her to play, it would totally help get her confidence back."

I open the car door at her request and asked what she wanted to do. She told me she would cue me later if she thought Kate would really be able to go through with it, but that I should suggest it. Angie told me that she would protest first, before Kate had a chance, but be able to persuade her. As she explained all this, she slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, and for the first time, I got to see what lay beneath it. The corset she wore was all black with a lot of lace accenting it all over. I understood why she had been wearing the shirt over it now during dinner. The firm material pressed and pushed her breasts up and together until they looked like the softest, palest, pillows one could imagine. Lace danced over the top of them and dove down so low I was surprised her nipples were still covered. The sides and back opened and closed through the crisscrossing of the ties allowing her radiant skin to peek out before hiding back under the delicately embroidered piece.

"I see you like it," she cooed, tossing her shirt onto the front seat of the car. We kissed deeply and passionately. God, I loved the taste of her lips I thought. I let a hand trail south to the hem of skirt.

"Mmm, you are such a dirty girl," I teased and smiled. "Maybe it's time I shared a little something with you." We were barely hidden from the main street and the open car door offered no protection if someone walked around the side. I took her hand in mine and let her unzip my pants before allowing her in. At the same time, I slid my hand up under her skirt and pressed a finger to her covered pussy. When she suddenly realized my surprise for her, she moaned low and loud into my ear and I felt her panties instantly become damp.

"Oh fucking god, Tom. "

"Are you my fucking dirty girl?" I asked and commanded in an equally low voice.

"I'll be your filthy fucking whore and anything else you want me to be." She had wrapped her hand around my length and was slowly stroking it. "Shit, you better get me inside otherwise we're probably going to get thrown in jail because I'm about to let you strip and fuck me right here. "

"I'm up for asking her to play the game, but you might be in for a lot, baby" I whispered into her ear. I felt her grip tighten around my shaft as continued stroking very slowly.

She pulled her hand out; very reluctantly as she stared deep into my eyes, her eyebrows rose. "I really love you, but you also might be in for a lot."

Inside, Kate had our drinks ready and we were early enough that we were able to grab a secluded table towards the back that had a heavy beaded curtain for a door. It looked like a VIP section, but seeing as there were no signs indicating a reservation, along with the added bonus of a couple of very inviting looking couches, we snatched the area.

The girls continued to talk and banter playfully back and forth as the club began to quickly fill up. I watched the people filing in and only tuned back in to the conversation when I heard Kate finish her story with a long list of expletives and the words, "and that's when I knew that fucking, whore-bag cheater, small limp dicked prick and I were through!" I always admired her colorful story telling.

"God, I'm sorry sweetie. He's such an asshole but I'm glad it's over for you now. What did you do once the paperwork was signed?" Angie asked.

"I got a new piercing that I knew that shitbag would hate, just as a last 'fuck you' to him since I was finally free of all his bull..." Kate said, the last words were slurred more than a little. What the hell did they order I thought to myself, because I'm barely feeling my drink and maybe I should switch to whatever they were having?

"Um, I don't see new earring. Please tell you didn't ruin your gorgeous tits?!" Angela exclaimed. She was also fairly drunk now too I realized.

"No, little miss slut pants, I did not ruin my beautiful titties. I got my clit pierced."

"S-H-U-T...T-H-E...F-U-C-K...U-P!" Every word drawn out in a cry from Angela. "Didn't that shit hurt?"

"Yeah, for a second. But it wasn't near as bad as the waxing I've been getting." Angela's eyes widened even more as Kate kept speaking. "Talk about pain. I mean, holy shit does that hurt. I don't care if it's only for second, but I do like being smooth for so little effort."

"Oh my god, I don't think I could do that. I'd be too scared it would hurt too much," said Angela.

"Believe me, it fucking hurts, but only for a few moments. And I'm totally smooth for like a month which is absolutely the best part," replied Kate eagerly. "I just love the feeling and you know how I can't stand hair down there, so it's kind of a win-win."

"I know. I didn't think I would like it as much as I do, but I shaved all mine off today and the feeling is just incredible." I felt my cock spring to life in my pants when she spoke those words. Angela hadn't mentioned this earlier but I also knew she was way too drunk right now to be making up lies on the fly. I had always wanted her to do this for me, but when I asked, she would reply that her grooming efforts with the electric trimmer to keep it short were more than enough. I could never get her to tell me why she wouldn't take the final steps and just remove it all, so I just sat back and kept my mouth shut hoping that the answer would just naturally fall out from Kate pressing her. I didn't have to wait long.

"Why the big change all of a sudden?" inquired Kate with much interest. "I thought after you cut yourself real bad that first time freshman year, you swore you would never try that again."

"It must just have been my mood today. I don't know. Something just came over me and I couldn't resist it anymore."

"And just what did happen today, my little whore? You dodged me earlier at dinner, but I want the truth now. Spit it out." Kate was goading her now. "Wait I forgot you love to swallow. Whatever, slut, spill it. I wanna know!"

Angela looked at me with a mixture of fear and excitement in her eyes and then back to Kate, stammering the whole time, stalling and trying to avoid answering Kate's question. After her third glance to me, she quickly winked amid Kate's unrelenting pressure and I realized that was my cue. I took a deep, long breath and listened to Kate for a few more moments, letting the anticipation build. I had been in meetings like this before in the office, when there was a big deal being brokered on the table, and knew the gamble that was about to take place. If I pitched this right, it had a shot at being successful, we would win the prize, and everyone would high-five afterwards and grab cocktails at the conclusion of work, or in this case Angela would soundly back me up. But I also knew how the other outcome might transpire; at least, I had seen it in the board room. And as much as I loved Angela, I knew despite her earlier claims, if it read like Kate wouldn't go for it, she would back out and let me gently take the fall and make up for it later. For my part, I just hoped I wouldn't get slapped by Kate. In either case, Angela's body language revealed she was getting very nervous and that's when I decided to take the chance and plunge.

"We could always play a game to make you talk..." I said rather quietly and I saw Angela's eyes go wide immediately.

"What kind of..." Kate started to say.

"Fuck you Tom, no way!" Angela cut her off bursting forth more forcefully than I expected. "I know how you and your dirty games are."

I regretted my words before she ever finished her sentence. The look in her eyes was more than menacing and doubt flooded into my mind. Had I read the situation wrong? Had I imagined everything prior to this? Was this some kind of crazy paradoxical, reverse psychological, bullshit suddenly that she was trying to pull? I had seen this before. The sinking feeling in my stomach deepened. I knew how this was about to end.Fuck!I thought.So close, and now I blew it.And that's why I never expected the next sentence.

"I'm in if Angie's has to talk and spill the shit about what she did today!" Kate replied, flopping back into her chair with a smug look on her face.

"Wait...Kate...no...you don't understand how Tom can be..." Angie stammered.

"I wanna hear more about this. Besides, if I'm in, you're in, bitch," Kate said matter-of-factly.

With Kate's eyes transfixed on me, I saw the smallest glimmer of a smile from Angela as we locked in a momentary gaze. The music had begun to pick up and I could feel the energy of place coming alive. I wrung my hands together, as though thinking, but I was merely buying some time and building the anticipation. I knew I still had to be very careful in how I delivered this or it could still fall apart.

I wasn't really sure how to begin. Angela and I hadn't discussed how we were going to play this out, only that she wanted to, but now both were looking at me. The knot in my stomach was growing; I didn't know how to unfold this. I felt myself grasping for an idea, any idea, which would make sense and sound good. I realized suddenly how dumb I felt about the whole thing, but before my brain could fully engage, I heard that sound which I realized was own voice, and I was talking.Shit¸I thought,my instincts better know what the hell they're talking about.It took a few more moments until I recognized and could make sense of the words I was speaking when I finally heard, "It's like a game of confidence and choices," I heard myself intoning, sounding like a total pompice ass. "Every round is like a crazy game of truth or dare, but if you don't have the confidence to cough up the truth you're doing a shot until you find that confidence you lack."

"So basically, truth or dare with shots?" Kate shot back smugly.

"Yeah, but anything goes." I said resolutely.

"Kate, when he says anything..." Angie started to say but Kate cut her off.

"Anything?" Kate questioned trying to sound forceful, but I could detect just a slight edge of apprehension.

"Anything." I said again, and Kate and Angela fell silent.

As the bass pounded and droned on, I felt the deep throbbing in my chest and the reverberations throughout the chair as the three of us sat there for a moment in the thick, almost silent tension hanging in the space between after I had posed the question. I knew this was one of those moments in an evening which would lead to either an interesting, if not unforgettable experience, or become a source of irritation and possibly deep wedge in our distanced friendship that might eventually end everything. Sitting there, watching the narrowed eyes staring across at me, that radiant face with its slightly furrowed browed and eyebrows that seemed to etch a mixture between playful exuberance and distrust at what I had just asked.

Suddenly, the silence was broken. "How about having to do a shot if you pussy out of the challenge?" Kate said eyeing Angela, "Unless you think you're not up for it."

"Deal," I said perfunctorily look at the two girls trying to gauge their reactions to my words.

"I'm in, bitch," said Kate playfully.

"Well, me too, you pushy skank!" Angela said doing her best to try to sound annoyed.

The girls exchanged back and forth for another moment or two, before giggling and discussing what we should grab for shots to keep everyone honest. After another round of name calling and trying to one-up each other, we decided on tequila. I rose and headed over to the bar, as I passed Angie, she looked up at me giving a small smile and a wink. I watched from the bar as the girls continued to chat, eventually returning with a bottle of Patron, glasses, limes, and salt.

"Shall we begin ladies?"

"I think I'm going to need a shot first," said Angela grabbing the bottle and pouring herself one. "Anyone else?"

"Sure," Kate and I replied at the same time. As the alcohol ran down my throat, I could feel the warming effect already. I could handle my liquor fairly well, but tequila was always a gamble that I didn't win every time and I really wanted to win tonight.

"So who's up first?" Angie said sweetly, her cheeks were more flushed now.

"Since it was Tom's idea and you've already made us do a shot, I think it's my turn!" Kate giggled. Turning to face Angela with a triumphant smirk, "So what's it gonna be?"

"Fuck, I'm not brave enough yet to do anything your mind can come up with. Fine what do you want to know?"

"Drink!" Kate cried gleefully, pouring Angela another generous amount of tequila. "No more avoiding, whatdidyou do today? I'll know if you're lying to me!"

Throwing back shot, Angela took a deep breath, glanced at me and began to recount her day. She began by telling about heading to gymsanspanties in her tiny racing striped shorts and sports bra. Then talking about how she noticed another guy enter the gym and her mischievous side beginning to emerge. As her story progressed, I watched Kate's eyes light up and her shift in the seat several times.Oh my god, she fucking loves this and is getting turned on by it,I thought. Her hands dropped absent mindedly to the top of breasts and began a slow, gentle caress over her shirt. Continuing to listen to Angela's story, I noticed there was more depth than she first let on. After stopping her run, she talked about teasing the guy by first pulling her shorts way up until her cheeks peeked out the bottom and thenaccidentallyletting her shoe catch on them to pull them back down.

But then, her story started to change a little from what she told me earlier. She talked on about backing up to the mirrors, and doing a slow strip tease for the stranger while starting to touch herself. He joined in stroking himself, she said as Kate's eyes grew bigger, before pausing to looking at me worried. My confusion at her hesitation was cleared instantly, as she continued. When she saw his huge cock, she said she could no longer think straight. Angela talked on about beckoning the stranger closer and letting him roughly finger fuck her with his enormous hands so she could touch his massive manhood. Eventually, she recounted, pushing him away, stripping off her clothes entirely and finishing herself off to a huge orgasm, but paused at the end of the her statement again.

"And then?" said Kate with more huskiness in breath than I would have thought.

Angela looked at me very worried now, but I was too turned on by the images running through my mind of what she had done to be even the slightest bit angry or annoyed.

"Tom," she said softly and almost pleadingly, "promise me you won't be mad?" It was hard to tell now whether the redness that had spread from her face to her neck and chest were from the alcohol or from embarrassment or because she too might have been turned on.

I nodded and smiled at her lovingly, encouraging her to finish her story. Taking a long breath in, Angela spoke again, telling how, completely naked in the gym, she had dropped to her knees with the mirrors behind her and begun fingering herself even harder than the first time as she engulfed the stranger's cock. My eyes went huge at this, she hadn't even hinted at this earlier. The dizzying movie spun to life in my perverted mind as she finished her story telling how she orgasmed again nearly choking on the stranger's thick dick that came in her mouth at the same moment.

Kate looked at Angela, jaw agape, then at me, then back to Angela, then back to me, and finally back to Angela. "You are the dirtiest, sluttiest, slut ever!" She cried. "And OH MY FUCKING GOD, I am soooo jealous. I think I need a shot after that!"

"Tom, are you ok?" Angela asked. I couldn't speak and barely nod. I didn't realize how turned on I was by the whole event until I felt the pain between legs as my member strained vigorously against my jeans desperately trying to free itself. My entire body felt strange, like some kind of painful and wonderful electrical shock, awakening every cell in one violent instant. Part of me thought I should be offended, but the other, and stronger part, was just overwhelmed with love for this woman who was my wife. Angela must have been able to feel it because a huge smile broke out on her face.

"So what's it going to be Tom? Do you want to tell me some dirty secret or find out what kind of craziness I can come up with?" Angela purred.

"Oh I can't wait to hear this," Kate chimed in.

"What do you want to know?" I said pouring myself a shot and quickly throwing it back.

Thinking for a moment, she smiled ruefully and then leaned in, her words stoking the already intense heat I was feeling, "How turned on did you get thinking about me stripping for some stranger and putting my tits and pussy on show? Did you get hard knowing that he shoved his huge fingers in my tight little hole and that later I bent over in front of mirror for him so he could stare at my taut ass and slit while fingered myself and sucked on his cock?"