"Really," Bob said, sipping on his drink and watching his wife scurry around. "It looks like you're really going after Owen's cock hot and heavy."
"Wish I could talk, love," she said as she opened the door. "Suppose you wait here until I give you a call. Something tells me that I'll be able to keep Owen away from his home long enough for you to do something nice to Rita, but for God's sake, let's not get our signals crossed."
Bob nodded. One of the great things about his marriage to Tina was that they were both a team. There were times when one of them would start something, and the other would pick up on it right away, as though they could read each other's minds.
"I'll give you about half an hour," he told her. "Then I'm acting on my own."
She blew him a kiss and hopped into her car. Turning her engine over right away, as it was still warm from her drive to the school. She hurried in the direction she had seen Owen drive. It wasn't hard to find his car. He was driving so poorly for the conditions that he could not make much distance, and there were no other cars out on the roads in the neighborhood.
Even though Owen was generally a good driver, and Tina hadn't had much practice driving, she managed to follow him. She smiled in her mounting excitement. This was like something from the movies or a television show, and it made her feel like a little girl again. She liked the feeling, and she was really getting into the thrill of the chase.
Owen sat in some nameless bar, at least he didn't know what the name of the place was, and he really didn't care. The place was pretty empty for a Saturday night, and his stool was surrounded by vacant ones on either side. A juke box was playing the Tony Bennett version of "I Left My Heart in San Francisco", though Owen wasn't paying too much attention. He was looking into his second drink, a double Scotch on-the-rocks. The first one he had downed right away, and on his empty stomach, it had gone right to his head.
"Damn that woman anyway," he thought, his mental voice slightly fuzzy. The nerve… the absolute gall of her to tell me, Owen Temple, that I can't make her happy. She ought to consider herself lucky that I married her. There were a lot of women who would have given their right arms to be where she is now, and she just doesn't appreciate it. Well… let her do some thinking for a little while. The nerve!
Outside the bar, Tina lit up a cigarette and smiled. She had just made her phone call to Bob when she saw Owen going into the bar. Bob had been all smiles. At least, he had sounded like he was all smiles over the phone. The plans had been set, and Tina was ready to put her end of the deal into operation. This hadn't been so hard after all, though she had to admit that she had been very, very lucky. Well, no point in dwelling on that, she thought. Luck or no, she was going to make her play for Owen, and she was pretty certain that he was in just the right mood to take her up on it.
She walked into the bar and received a whistle or two from the few men who were in a fairly jolly mood. She ignored them as she sauntered through the place, taking a seat right next to Owen.
"Small world, handsome," she said, taking a deep drag on her cigarette.
Owen turned to her, his face carrying the expression of anger, though not at her.
"I'll have a martini," she told the bartender, who gave her a little wink. Even though he had never seen her or Owen before in his life, he could see what the situation was, and he had learned not to get involved in such things.
When her drink came, she took a dainty sip and looked at Owen, who had gone back to staring into his drink. "I was just driving around when I saw your car here. Bob and I… we had a little, oh… discussion, and I'm afraid I walked out on him."
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."