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IC: I straightened up in my seat as our waitress approached the table, but I continued to flirt with John as we ate and finished our bottle of wine. I would briefly touch his hand or his leg, or make eye contact and then look quickly away.
As we continued our meal and our light-hearted conversation, I was starting to get just a bit tipsy.
After a while, our waitress, Chrissy, brought our check. I caught John staring at her ass as she walked away from our table. I knew that was one of his favorite features on a woman -- I caught him staring at my own ass quite often, no matter how suave and discrete he thought he was.
"She kinda pretty -- our waitress," I said, continuing my flirtatious teasing of my husband. "She's not nearly as pretty as May, though. You know, John, if I ever decided to... experiment... with another woman... it would have to be with May. I trust her. And she's such a sweetie..."
I waited to see how he would respond...
OOC: Thanks for the paragraphs, johnkoom
Reading too much text all clumped together makes me kinda dizzy.
I've gotta go to bed now. I feel terrible, and I have to work early in the morning. I'll try to post a bit tomorrow. G'night!
And to anyone interested -- we do still need someone to play the part of May... although I'm sure we'll be able to get along fine on our own for a little while longer
IC: I straightened up in my seat as our waitress approached the table, but I continued to flirt with John as we ate and finished our bottle of wine. I would briefly touch his hand or his leg, or make eye contact and then look quickly away.
As we continued our meal and our light-hearted conversation, I was starting to get just a bit tipsy.
After a while, our waitress, Chrissy, brought our check. I caught John staring at her ass as she walked away from our table. I knew that was one of his favorite features on a woman -- I caught him staring at my own ass quite often, no matter how suave and discrete he thought he was.
"She kinda pretty -- our waitress," I said, continuing my flirtatious teasing of my husband. "She's not nearly as pretty as May, though. You know, John, if I ever decided to... experiment... with another woman... it would have to be with May. I trust her. And she's such a sweetie..."
I waited to see how he would respond...
OOC: Thanks for the paragraphs, johnkoom
I've gotta go to bed now. I feel terrible, and I have to work early in the morning. I'll try to post a bit tomorrow. G'night!
And to anyone interested -- we do still need someone to play the part of May... although I'm sure we'll be able to get along fine on our own for a little while longer