Friend

I sat in a low chair, watching as a man we'd only met just a few hours ago, rubbed his hand over my wife's thigh. 

We'd been at a trendy bar, my wife and I, just a night out. I'd excused myself to get us drinks, stood waiting for the bartender to notice me, watched in mirror as he'd approached her, talked to her, laughed when she pointed towards me. I expected him to walk away, but he didn't, he stood there talking to her, watching me watch him in the mirror. 

I didn't want to leave as I was close to the bar now.

Finally, after like ten minutes, he left her and approached me. "Hello friend," he said.

"You work with my wife?" I asked, confused why he was so forward.

"No, friend, I just met her," he said, slapping me on the shoulder. "Does she know?"

"Does she know what?" I asked.

He leaned close to my ear like we were good friends. "That you fantasize about her fucking a man," he said. "Don't react, just laugh," he said, "she's watching. She thinks we know each other so keep it light."

"Are...are you crazy?" I asked, smiling at my wife.

"No," he said, touching my shoulder, again like we were friends, "just a good judge of when a husband won't be a problem when I seduce his wife."

"S...seduce..."

He leaned back to my ear. "Laugh, friend," he said, "look over at her and laugh."

Not wanting to make a scene, I did, trying to reassure her with my eyes, wondering where the bartender was. 

"Let's get us some drinks and go over and you can introduce me. I'm Elliot, by the way."

"S...Steve," I said.

"Well friend, let's get those drinks so I can seduce your wife."

"You...you're serious?" I asked.

"Of course," he said. "Now if I'm wrong, if you don't fantasize about a man taking your wife, just run off while I'm getting drinks. Otherwise, carry your drink, take me over, and let's see about getting her up to my room tonight."

"Your...your room."

"I have an apartment upstairs," he said, "I intend to have her tonight."

"She...she'll never..."

"You leave that up to me friend," he said, "but trust me, tonight she'll be mine."

"H...how?"

"That's what I do," he said, "I take men's wives. I hate to be so bold, but," he glanced down at his watch, "it's 8:30, by, say, ten, she'll be on her knees with her cock in my mouth."

I was aghast at how forward he was. "She...she's not like that," I said.

"Ten, friend, look at your watch, at ten I guarantee you'll be sitting there watching her suck my cock."

I shook my head, thought he was crazy, but he got our drinks and we brought them to her and introduced him as my friend Elliot.

For half an hour, nothing happened and I thought he was crazy, but after a second drink then a third, after he worked on charming her things changed. 

By 9:30, he'd invited us up to his room for a drink. By 9:45 he'd gotten her out of her dress and she was sitting next to him in the lingerie she'd worn for me that night. 

Several minutes later, she was on her knees, taking his cock from his pants, opening her mouth, taking him. I looked at my wrist, watched the hands on my watch hit ten. He was right, somehow he was right.