Patsy Ponce - The Open Affair

Lindsay began moaning, these small, quiet noises that drove Brittany crazy as Logan finally pushed in farther and farther with each successive thrust. Brittany almost shook at this point, turned on by the noise and the sight of a chiseled man entering the silky shape of the woman in front of him. She edged closer, soaking in every detail before kneeling on the bed next to Logan. Their lips met with urgency, as Logan’s manhood sunk into Lindsay over and over.

Lindsay’s eyes widened when she realized whose fingers now fondled her as Logan filled her to the brim. She wanted this…so much…but didn’t. And that somehow made her even more ravenous.

Then Brittany was begging Logan with her eyes, wanting him to let her try making Lindsay moan the way he had. Brittany bent until her nose grazed across Lindsay’s opening and then dove in with expertise only a woman could have.

Logan studied Brittany’s ass; it swayed as she continued licking and kissing. Her legs and everything they framed appeared so hypnotic in front of him that his nervous hands reached out. He massaged her back, feeling the smooth skin and tight muscles. His manhood, even more engorged after watching the scene before him, grazed Brittany’s left leg. He continued massaging more and more until Brittany grabbed him, jerking him hard from tip to base until clear liquid glistened on her slender hand. Then she expertly guided him, hoping he’d shove himself deep inside and quench the burning desire that had sprung inside.

Logan closed his eyes tight and slowly pushed his way inside of her pert body….as he felt that silky, smooth ass.

Lindsay thought of all this and had zoned out at the bar when Brittany claimed, “I bet I can guess what you’re thinking about.”

Lindsay exhaled, blinking hard and shaking her head. “Bet you can’t.” She blushed.

When Thane surfaced from the bathroom, Brittany rested adjacent to his seat, smiling broadly, and continually glancing at his lips.

Lindsay became so caught up in the conversation, and the captivating woman, that instead of leaving, she drank more and more until the moment became a blur. The two women laughed, whispered drunken secrets and ended up sitting so close their legs touched.

As the evening evolved, Thane smiled at Lindsay alone. And to her complete surprise, she seemed to notice Brittany far more than he did. “Confessions,” Brittany suddenly said. “Thane, have you ever kissed a man.”

“Not my thing.”

“Lindsay, have you ever kissed a woman?” Brittany asked.

“Nope.”

“But would you?” Thane asked.

The three prepared to take another round of Fireball.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt…to try it once.”

Lindsay downed her shot immediately, only to put the glass down and realize that Thane’s eyes had widened and Brittany’s face lit with excitement in response to her words.

THREE

At one point, when Thane left to get them some water, Brittany instantly turned to Lindsay and raved. “He’s gorgeous! Are you together?”

Jealousy sprang into Lindsay’s heart, and she wasn’t quite sure why. After all, she had no claim on Thane—she’d just been thinking about Logan—AND it had been her idea to set this woman up with Thane in the first place!

“Oh, no. No. I’m with...someone else.” Lindsay crossed her legs and continued trying to act nonchalant. “We’re just really good friends. I’m his wing-man...woman.”

“You totally like him,” the woman said. “I saw the way you looked at him. You got it bad!” She laughed at the irony before downing another lemon drop. “You know...” she looked at Lindsay and a devilish grin curled onto her face. “You should act on this. Have some fun! I know you said you haven’t tried it, but you should have a threesome. All guys are into it, whether they admit it or not.”

Lindsay flushed, so embarrassed. “I mean, I’ve fantasized about it, but that’s just my imagination.” Lindsay tugged at her pencil skirt, hoping it would suddenly cover her knees and calves.

“It’s always the conservative ones who are freaky in bed.” Brittany bit her lip and ogled Lindsay. “I have an idea!”

At that moment, Thane surfaced from the bathroom and Lindsay almost sighed audibly, from relief.

“Oh, Thane! There you are!” Lindsay grabbed his tattooed forearm, and an unexpected jolt of chemistry made her hand tingle from the simple touch. She leaned toward him as he sat on his stool. Not meaning to get so close, her eyelashes dusted his cheek as she whispered, “Thane, friend. This woman wants you. I’m going to head back to the office parking lot so I can sober up. I’ve been drinking way too much. You...have a good night.”

As she pulled away, Lindsay cursed him because it had felt oddly perfect being close to him, having his scent and work worn skin near to her.

“Wait,” Brittany said, strutting closer to them. “I’ve always wanted to be with a redhead.” She winked at Lindsay, eying her bright red hair. “And I definitely want to spend some more time with you.” Her beautiful face suddenly resembled a crocodile as she stared at Thane.

“I’ll sit this one out.” Lindsay blurted. Even though she’d imagined a threesome with Brittany moments before, she couldn’t act on her impulses, not without Logan. “You two have a great night.” And before anyone could say anything, Lindsay shot out of the bar and stumbled toward her car which was parked three blocks away.

The air bit with cold, but she didn’t mind. Instead, Lindsay hoped the dropping temperature would bring sobriety and distraction. Thane and that beautiful woman would undoubtedly go back to his home—which she’d heard was enormous. He’d come from “old money,” and although he worked day in and out as a graphic designer at Boehme, everyone knew he was rich from the land his family had sold before investing in companies that rose to success.

Lindsay imagined Brittany naked again. She could see Thane - not Logan - placing himself on top of her supple body, kissing along her neck and curves. Brittany would undress him, gently walking around the man like a panther in heat, knowing exactly how to seduce Thane so he would never forget the feel of her breasts under his teeth or the pressure and heat between her legs.

Tears sprang to Lindsay’s eyes. How was it she could calmly imagine Logan with the woman, but not herself with Thane?

Her clumsy feet darted sporadically along, but she’d only made it one block in drunken hast when she heard Thane far behind her.

“Lindsay! Wait up. Lindsay!”

Thane ran, his brown hair flying outward as he struggled to catch up. Lindsay blinked, willing the alcohol to lose its hold. She had never seen Thane run. In fact, Thane always seemed to walk rather methodically, without bobbing up and down; in her drunken wisdom, she decided he would have been the ideal candidate for a marching band where movements are supposed to be fluid and people practically float in formation without ever changing the level of their heads in comparison to the ground.

“What are you doing?” Lindsay sputtered as soon as he stood next to her, catching his breath. “Are you crazy! You just left that beautiful girl?”

“Sorry to disappoint, but I wasn’t into that. My focus is on you. Nobody else seems to compare, and I’ve tried for months—but nobody else can pull me away.”

Lindsay swooned, so taken aback by his words that she used a brick wall for support. She studied every bit of him, standing so tall and lean. She could hardly believe this was her coworker or that they were alone together in the middle of the night. As she gazed into his eyes, her heart tumbled erratically out of control.

“Thane, but she was...” she said breathlessly. “What started all of...” He stepped closer to her. “I don’t underst….”