"Shall we drink to friendship?" she asked in a low, throaty voice as she handed him his drink and took a seat next to him on the couch, just close enough to him so he could get a good view of her firm, hard breasts, nearly visible through the sheer cloth of her blouse.
"To friendship it is," Owen said in a happy tone as he smiled at her. The drinking he had done a little earlier was still affecting him, and he knew that this additional liquor would more than likely make him even drunker, but at that point, he really didn't care.
"So tell me… what do you think of our little community here?" Tina asked him, resting her arm on the back of the couch and twisting her body so that Owen had a full front view of her. She tucked one leg up under her firm, hard buttocks, and for all the world looked almost casual… almost, but not quite.
"I think it's nice," Owen answered, "though I have to admit, I haven't seen very much of it."
"Well, now, you'll have to do something about that. There wouldn't be as many people here as there are if it weren't something of an exciting place to live."
"I'm afraid I haven't met that many people that live out here, either," Owen said, feeling a little guilty about it.
"Is that so? Well, I think I can do something about that. Like I said, Bob and I love to entertain, and we're giving a little party here next week. We would love to have you and Rita attend."
Tina sure as hell wasn't going to tell him just what kind of a party they were throwing… not yet at any rate. She could see that Owen was something of a straight and narrow man, and she didn't know how he would react to the idea of wife swapping. Maybe in a little while. First she was going to find out what kind of a cock he had… and how he used it. She couldn't believe that Owen was failing to satisfy Rita… not with a hard-muscled body like he had. She dropped her eyes to his loins and delighted in the massive bulge of his cock in his crotch, and then she smiled as she thought of Bob trying to make it with Rita. Maybe she really was frigid. That really would be a laugh!
"Let me freshen up that drink a little," she said quickly, taking his glass from him. She didn't want to get him too drunk, but she wanted him a little looser than he was.
Owen started to protest. He knew that sooner or later he would have to be getting back to his wife. Even though he still believed that what ever was the matter was her fault and not his, staying away from her wasn't going to do any good. He really did want to talk about it, and if he continued drinking, he wouldn't be able to.
But Tina looked so damned sensual… the way she moves and talks and just presents herself. Damn, but she was one really desirable piece of ass. If he could just be unmarried for one night, he'd fuck the living shit out of her, and then tell Rita all about it. She was wearing her clothes so tight that he had no trouble at all picturing her naked in his mind, her dark cuntal triangle begging for his hand… her seething vaginal slit begging for his cock…
Owen felt a flush start out of his collar as Tina returned to the couch with his freshened drink. He had to stop thinking like this. Despite the spat he had had with Rita, he had to remember that he was married. Managing to get his thoughts under control, the young ex-football player turned to the brazen dark-haired woman, wondering what he could say to her. The Scotch was making him feel warm and more relaxed as he sipped on it.
"How long have you and Bob been married?" he asked, both to make conversation, and to remind the two of them that she was married, and therefore unable to do certain things. He noticed that she was looking at him pretty much the same way he was looking at her… obvious desire in her eyes.
"About two years," she said, leaning just a little closer to him. "Like I say, we have our ups and downs. I wouldn't worry too much about what happened between you and Rita all that much. Tell me… do you really think she's frigid?"
Owen took a long pull on his drink, trying to formulate an answer in his mind. "That's sort of hard to say. When we were on our honeymoon, she was one hot little bitch."
He stopped as his eyes noticed that she had opened her thighs just a little, causing her tight jeans to press even tighter against her cunt. The material of her jeans followed the crack of her pussy, indenting all along her vaginal slit. The light of the room went through the sheer cotton blouse, revealing even more of her bosom, the darker aureoles of her breasts contrasting sharply with the cream-whiteness of the globes. He thought he could detect just a hint of the ruby hardness of her nipples, and a flush came to his collar again. He knew he had to stop thinking like this, but he couldn't take his eyes from her provocative lushness. His penis began spasming in his pants again. Once… twice, letting him know that he was losing control over his body. And remembering what Rita had told him was making him more anxious than ever to prove her wrong. He tried to settle himself down by taking another long pull of his drink.
Internally, Tina was a seething froth of excitement and impending triumph. She could see that he was slowly but surely breaking down. Thus far, it seemed to her that the only thing that was standing between her cunt and his visibly swelling cock was a marriage license, and she believed that it was little more than a piece of paper… hardly a strong defense against anything. She could feel the initial warm seepings of excitement begin to flow down between her legs as she thought of what would be taking place in just a little while. Oooooo… she was going to take his cock for a ride that he would never forget.
"You were telling me that Rita was a virgin when you married her?" she said to keep the conversation going along the lines she wanted.
Owen tried to remember if he had told her something like that, but he decided that it didn't make any difference, really.
"That's right. She was."
"I should think that a man with all your experience would want to marry a woman who had at least some experience herself," she commented, glancing at the front of his pants from beneath lowered lids. She was certain she could see his cock pulsing there now, pushing his trouser material out briefly as it jumped spasmodically from time to time. Her cuntal juices began to flow faster with her increased anticipation. Things were working out just fine, though they weren't going fast enough to suit her.
Owen was getting more flushed with her demanding conversation.
"To be quite honest," he told her, "Now that I think about it, it might have been better if I'd married a woman with some knowledge of what sex was all about. I had to teach her everything, and I don't think she made a very good student."
"I'll bet you were one hell of a teacher," she said in a low, sultry voice.
Owen looked at her eyes for a moment, sensing that she was coming on to him stronger than ever now, as though she wanted him to make a first move. That was something he couldn't do, despite her alluring, blood-heating nearness. Damn… he began wishing that he hadn't had so much to drink, while at the same time wishing that he weren't married to Rita or anyone else. If he were back in college with Tina, he would have had her clothes off and his cock in her cunt by now.
Damn! He had to stop thinking like that. There was nothing to be gained with thoughts of that kind except more frustration than Rita had already given him.