Different Gifts (revisited)

  I am not in the habit of eavesdropping.  I just never do.  But how could I help it?  there I was, enjoying a nice filet mignon, my taste buds in heaven while my ears were attuned to the conversation at the next table.
   A young couple celebrating their fifth wedding anniversary.  A gorgeous redhead in a rather low cut black dress, loving the bracelet being offered by her husband, a rather bland looking fellow.  But a most lucky one, I dare say.
   A nice bracelet recently bought at a flea market in Paris. it is always the thought that counts.  But it could not rival the violet red taafeita ring on her right hand, a gift from a ''very close friend'' of hers, or so I gathered.  The type of gift beyond his means, but he was not the jealous type. Not even jealous considering that she had
opted to wear it on the very special day,
   He even held her hand, kissed the ring. And just as he was doing so, the lady looked at me and smiled.  I almost chocked on a small chunk of meat.
   I smiled back.
   ''Hello, handsome.  All by your lonesome'?  Why not join us?''
   I was most delighted to accept the invitation. Things were rearranged and I had the pleasure of sitting next to her. Clara is her name.  beautiful green eyes that reach down to the depth of your soul. Fiery red hair, all curls. Full lips, great smile.
   Her husband Jeff smiles as well.  A man of pleasant disposition who always aimed to do the utmost towards the happiness of his wife.
   ''You're a lucky man'' I said while taking a peek at the lady's ample décolleté.
   '' I must say that I am.  She is such a treasure'' he added, while blowing her a kiss.
   It was while we were having coffee that I felt her hand on my knee.  Delicate little hand, as she moved slowly up my leg as her husband was deciding which liqueur to choose to complete are sumptuous meals.
   ''Why don't we skip the liqueur for now and have it at home instead, dear. You'll join us, won't you Paul?''
   Gee. How could I say no.
   Once at their residence, jeff and I sat in the living-room talking about the weather while Clare absented herself in order to freshen up.
   As she came back, she was wearing a tight fitting emerald green top and a short skirt.  Cute.  Very obvious that she was not wearing a bra. She came to sit on the couch next to me and we chatted while enjoying  sips of Grand marnier.
   As we got more comfortable, I leaned into her and went for a taste of her honeyed lips.  Kissed deeply and felt her up to our mutual delight.
   ''I think you'd be more comfortable in the bedroom'' Jeff said.  No need to tell us twice, as we got naked along the way.
   it is much later, as we were mellowing and hugging that she asked me if I was into men as well,
   ''Excuse me?''
   ''Oh, don't be shocked, dear'' she said while having pleasure with my manhood, ''my husband likes to be touched by men.....on occasion''.  Difficult to concentrate while a gorgeous woman is doing things to you.  I must say that such things had never crossed my mind but if that was required for me to enjoy more of her in the future, I was certainly ready to think about it.