She was fishing for information, and she could see that she had hit pay-dirt right away. Owen stiffened and turned to face her, his facial expression softening somewhat.
'Really?' Then, after something of a pause, he added, 'Rita and I had something like that too.'
'I'm not much of a drinker,' she said, seeing that she was going to have to do most of the talking for a little while. 'But I didn't feel like being alone. Like I said, I saw your car out there, and I thought we might be able to make each other feel a little better.'
Owen grunted and smiled from one side of his mouth. Now that he was a little drunk, he wasn't being quite as careful as he had been in the ice rink with her. She was looking pretty appealing to him at this point, especially after what Rita had said to him. He wondered what his lovely blonde wife would think if she knew that he still had that old effect on women. Tina was looking at him through half-lowered eye lids, turning her body in such a way as to give him a very nice view of her full, luscious breasts. Even though they were completely covered with her blouse, they still looked delightful.
But even though he was slightly drunk, he was not a total fool. He might make his desires a little more known, but he was still married, and that meant look, but don't touch.
'Some women just don't know when they have a good thing,' he said, taking his drink off the bar and holding it in both hands while he looked directly into Tina's coal-black eyes.
'Some men don't either,' she answered. 'Bob and I… well, I thought we had a pretty good marriage. Things came as something of a shock to me. He doesn't like this about me. He doesn't like that. Jesus… the least he could have done was tell me a little at a time instead of dumping it all at once on me.'
'You look like you're taking what happened rather well.'
She shrugged her shoulders. 'What can I do? I'll be going back in a little while. Maybe after he and I have been away from each other for a while, we'll both cool down some. I didn't even get a chance to say anything in my defense, though now that I think about it, Bob's not perfect.'
'I guess no one is,' Owen said thoughtfully. Even though he thought Rita was totally wrong about what she had said, Owen now believed that he could have been a little less abrupt… a little more patient with her. Hell, if she had a problem, the least he could do was try to help her with it, instead of running away.
Now that he wasn't alone, though, his thoughts began to travel in other directions. Even fully clothed, Tina exuded a certain sexual arousal just from her being so close to him. His eyes quickly traveled over her body, dropping from the cottoncovered swell of her hard, firm breasts to the graceful flair of her jean-covered hips. She was sitting with her legs crossed at her ankles, her full-fleshed thighs pressed tightly together. The tight denim cloth followed every curve of her body, and he was certain that he could see her cuntal mount pressing up against it from underneath. Uuummmp, but he would like to get his cock into her, if for no other reason than to teach that ungrateful wife of his a lesson she would never forget.
'This is like something out of a 'B' movie,' Tina said, taking another sip on her drink. 'I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if you told me that your wife doesn't understand you.'
'Maybe you wouldn't,' Owen laughed. 'But the truth is, I don't think she understands herself: I don't know what happened to her over the months, but suddenly she's become a cold sexless bitch.'
He stopped himself after that, feeling a little flushed in the face. After all, he was talking to a near stranger, and it really wasn't any of her business what his private life was like. Damn that Rita, he thought quickly. She's got my mind so fucked up I don't know what the hell I'm doing.
Tina sensed what was happening with Owen, and she could tell that it was time to really press the advantage she had over him… the advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe that she was just something of a friend.
'Listen,' she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. 'Sitting here is really silly. There is no reason why we should be doing it. You said that you and Rita wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat her to it? Believe me, I know these things. Bob and I have gone through them before. Things will work out. It just takes a little time, that's all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with herself.'
Owen regarded her for a moment. Jesus, she was asking him to go over to her place. What the fuck was she…?
Then it, dawned on him that Bob would probably be there. Hell… what the fuck could happen with her husband around? Owen thought about meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him. Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Tina's lovely body… something that could make this whole fucking evening really worth the torment Rita had put him through.
He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. 'I like that idea,' he said. 'Maybe you're right about Rita. And I know I'm in no condition to be with her now… not with her being as hysterical as she was.'
'Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you… you follow me… I'm sure Bob would like to meet you.'
Owen dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the lovely woman, delighting in the way her hips swayed back and forth.
Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what the trick was going on. A classy woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what she was doing. He sighed and brought another round of beer to the men at the table, his only other customers.
At his home, Bob Reed finished the drink he had mixed for himself while Tina had been looking out the window. According to the phone call Tina had given him, she was going to bring that superjock to his house. He gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a little note. It was more for Owen's benefit than for Tina's. The college super-star would never believe her if she merely told him that he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.
Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his mind, trying to think of what excuse he could give to Rita for stopping in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he locked his door and walked the short distance to the Temple house. His timing had been perfect, though he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights coming down the street, slowly because of the ice.
Rita opened the door, looking at Bob as though he were a door-to-door salesman.
'Yes?' she said in a sort of tired voice.
'Good evening, Mrs. Temple,' Bob said, looking around to see that the two cars were getting closer to his house. 'My name is Bob Reed. I live a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good neighbor and say hello.'
He could see that Rita was upset over something, probably the very thing that had caused Owen to run out of the house like he had, and Bob thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be really bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it not taken care of by the lovely woman…
'Please… come in,' Rita said formally as she stepped to one side, holding the door open. Bob walked past her, inwardly gloating. Both he and Tina had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his wife to make the best use of their talents.
CHAPTER THREE
'I'm afraid Owen isn't here,' she said, running her fingers through her hair at her forehead. 'He's gone out somewhere.'
The sound in her voice told Bob that she was more upset than he would have thought, and he wondered if she would be either vulnerable or completely insensitive. He hoped she would be vulnerable. He was not above taking advantage of a good situation.
'You sound as though there's something bothering you,' he said, waiting for her to open up a little to him.
'Owen and I… well… we had… we had a fight,' she said. When Owen had walked out on her like he had,
