Driving to their house, I had my bottle of rum & pineapple in a “water bottle.” I wanted to get my buzz on before I got there, since I knew they all were buzzed. The Mrs was sitting on the stoop with her son to greet me. We walked into the house, headed for the deck, where the Mr’s little sister was sitting. The Mrs & her sister-in-law were very buzzed. I know that the Mr had eaten dinner with his sister early on, while the Mrs had gone to pick up her son from work.
The small talk started between the SIL & I, but the Mrs was busy telling family secrets. A lot of the Mr’s secrets. There were rumors that the Mr had seen other women without the Mrs permission. The menfolk were downstairs in the new bar, drinking, listening to tunes. We stayed upstairs for a while, until the neighbors turned on their outside light which was enough to let everyone know we were too loud outside. We moved the party downstairs.
The Mr was standing behind the bar, not even recognizing or acknowledging me at first. He was busy talking to his friends. I sat down at the bar, the Mrs sitting next to me, the SIL sitting on the other side of me. The Mr finally looked over at me, “hey, baby girl, when did you get here? How ya feeling tonight?”
I just smiled at him and shaking my head.
I had noticed all the alcohol there was, bottles of JD, beer, tequila. It was like something out of a movie or reenactment from a 48 hr Mystery show. The sister started asking questions about my knowledge of a certain event that occurred in the old neighborhood. The Mr started to get upset about what we were talking about, continuing to swear about life & his family. The “certain event” was involving the both of us, however we were denying it all. I started in on him about our childhood in the neighborhood. How I am always treated as an outsider, we were yelling at each other. [If we had been left unchecked we would have ended up having sex on the bar. This was one of our easiest forms of foreplay, leading up to hardcore, intense, fucking]. The Mrs ended the conversation for everyone, “Just fuck off with all that bullshit, fuck you both for treating me like shit.” He & I both knew what she was talking about.
Putting both on hands on the bar, looking down towards the floor, the Mr said nothing.
Walking over to the disc changer he started to play a new song “I’m Still in Love with You
” by Al Green, standing at the player, he puts his head down, the Mrs had left to go to the bathroom. The sister and her man were sitting at the bar, talking to each other. The atmosphere was heavy & silent. I had walked to the inside of the bar. I was being nosy since he wasn’t back there, looking at all of his old DJ equipment, vinyl collection, CD’s.
He came around to the bar where I was standing, his sister sitting directly in front of me with her man. He starts to grind on me, rubbing his cock on my ass. Leaning into me, putting his head on my shoulder, he starts to sing in my ear. Let me know that love is really real…And it seems to me….that I’m wrapped up in your love…
He continues with the song, all the while, rocking with me to the rhythm of the music. The Mrs came back into the bar, she quickly left. I moved from that place. I felt guilty, ashamed, uncomfortable. Mostly I could feel her jealousy & insecurity. I was familiar with these emotions, this isn’t the first time she has been jealous of me. The Mr had previously filled her head with crap that wasn’t true. We had finally talked it out, things were good. Until The Mr started seeing other women, behind our backs. I was jealous of those women just like the Mrs was jealous of me.
Walking over to the CD player, I could feel the buzz coming fast & hard. I don’t remember what all was said or done. They have given me a shot of Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey. Everything was happening so fast. I was drinking pretty heavy stuff that night.
I walked to the bathroom where I found the Mrs. I knew some other deep secrets. I tried to appeal to her ego, coming up behind her at the sink. Moving her hair to one side, kissing her neck, just then the Mr had walked in. He quickly closed the door, bumping his face into the wall at the same time. She laughed, “we would be in serious trouble together.” She turns around and I kiss her, cupping her breast in my hand, wanting so much more. My other hand is now in between her legs. I pull away from her thinking that she would show me that she wanted more, but she fixed her shirt and walked into the bar.
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The SIL & her man had been talking to themselves, suddenly got up to leave. The Mrs went with them upstairs to say “goodbye.” The Mr grabbed me by the hand, pulling me close to him, grooving to the sounds of the music playing in the background. He kisses me. We had a moment where we all completely into each other. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Mrs standing there in the door way, “opps” I think to myself. He leaves me standing there. They walked off into another room. I sat down on a bar stool, thinking “how awkward this is and how do I get out of this now?” I felt ashamed, guilty again. I felt bad for her, because again I could feel her feelings of jealousy, resentment, anger, and all those other negative feelings she had towards me. Yet, we had agreed to “share” him. I was their third in a triangle. Maybe I’m not understanding this whole “alternative lifestyle.”
I grabbed my cup when they walked back into the bar room, “well, I guess its time to call it a night for me.” “Where you going, babe?” he asks. “Home” I reply. “Why?” he asks. “Because she has one.” adds the Mrs. I could tell the Mrs was not pleased with either of us. Was it jealousy? Or was there something else beneath the surface? I walked up the stairs following the Mrs. She quickly walks to the door, opens it for me. “Have a good night and drive safe.” she says, as I’m walking out the door.
The next time the Mr texts me for sex, I will respond with “I think its time we take a break from each other.” I want to see and hear his reaction, if its something like “Ok, fine with me” then I know to walk away. If he responds with something else, then I know that there is some form of attachment. I know, twisted. I think I am more afraid of this whole thing, afraid that the Mrs is gonna go on some rampage on my reputation or that she will get so upset that she will “out” me.
There was so much going now during that night, with the music, talking over each other. I went home feeling pretty low. I didn’t want to hurt the Mrs. That was never my intention. I just wanted some experience, playtime and just having some fun. Perhaps the Mrs was jealous that she wasn’t the center of attention. I’m not into chicks like I’m into guys. However, she has the best tits. I loved playing with them. Opps. She confided in me a lot. The Mr did too, maybe that’s why she was jealous. I knew that it was only a matter of time that this would blew up in my face. I knew that she was a very jealous type. I used to be that way, but not like I was back then. In my 20’s I would cut a bitch if she played with someone that belonged to me, then my lover was next to get it. I learned that no one is worth that energy or trouble. I’m no longer a jealous person. I try not to form attachments too many people to prevent that behavior. I’m sure I could regress into that ugly person. It stems from fear of rejection & abandonment plus insecurity.
Did I learn anything? Yes. Yes I did.
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