Last Drinks

By Marc Angel (thanks to The Erotic Woman)

“Last drinks!” called the barman in our direction, before returning to polishing glasses.

I looked at my wife Louise who was busy quickly finishing off her Blue Lagoon cocktail, and then over at my best friend Dave.

“Let’s make a move” I said, standing and starting to put my coat on.

Louise wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before also picking up her jacket.

“Come on Dave” she teasingly commented, “I have been drinking you under the table all night. Finish your beer and let’s get out here”.

Dave smirked and quickly slammed down his drink, then joined us heading towards the door.

Outside we walked along the footpath through the lightly falling rain. The overhead streetlights provided a dim and eerie atmosphere, and Louise tightly held my hand whilst cuddling into me.

When we reached my car, I started to put my hand in my pocket to retrieve the keys, but Louise beat me to it. Her hand fidgeted deeply in my front jeans’ pocket, deliberately brushing my cock before grabbing the keys and pulling them out.