Free Two Sides of Terri by Ben Boswell Page A

fantasized, he quickly pulled her aside and ensconced her on a bar stool as he hovered close over her.
    I could feel the intimacy between them. At least I thought I could. At the very least, it was obvious they were comfortable with each other. They were huddled together. Was that just to be heard over the noise of the bar? She was smiling, laughing. Was that an act, just part of the game?
    To me, though, they looked like an item, like lovers sharing some time together in public. As she laughed, she casually touched his forearm. He rested his hand easily on the back of her chair, his thumb caressing her back. She flicked the hair from her eyes. He bought another round of drinks and made a toast. She giggled at him. I could feel the jealousy coursing through my veins, and yet seeing her with him was undeniably erotic.
    I looked closer. They were leaning in, talking softly. His hand... his hand was now on her bare thigh. Was she wearing underwear? Somehow I knew she wasn’t. His fingertips were just inches from her naked pussy. Her hand was on his shoulder. Another drink. Another toast. She was glowing. He was looking at her, hungry.
    A large group filtered past me, moving painfully slowly. They were leading an elderly couple, probably regretting having chosen a happy hour night spot for their early dinner with grandma and grandpa.
    When they finally moved into the dining room, I looked back at the bar. The stools where Terri and Chucky had been were empty and quickly filled with other patrons. I couldn’t see them.
    And then it hit me like a shot. The bathroom. He’d offered. She’d accepted. She could never say no to him. She was bent over the sink right now, her dress rolled up over her ass. He was hammering her from behind.
    I took a hurried step toward the restrooms. And then I saw them. They’d stepped back away from the bar. They had their phones out, exchanging numbers from the looks of it. He turned back toward his friends. I caught Terri’s eyes and nodded toward the door, asking if it was time to leave. She shook her head and glanced down at her phone. I pulled out my own phone just as her text arrived.
    Go on ahead. He’s going to walk me to a cab. Meet me at Mateo’s.
    That was one of our favorite places, a little tapas joint by our house. I started to text back, but noticed that she’d already put away her phone and was talking to him again. He nodded toward the door, and she started in that direction with him resting his hand on her shoulder as they fought through the crowd.
    I hadn’t planned ahead. I still had to settle my tab. By the time I did, they were long gone. I couldn’t see them outside, though with the crowd and gathering dusk, that wasn’t too surprising anyway. Still, it was hard to put out of my mind the image of the two of them leaving the bar together.
    I got my car out of the garage and drove quickly to Mateo’s, but I was easily fifteen minutes behind her. I expected to find her at the bar. But she wasn’t there. I peered into the dining room. Not there either. I asked the hostess. No, they hadn’t seen her.
    I sat at the bar and ordered a shot, and sent her a text.
    Hey babe, where are you?
    Then I stared at the phone as if trying to will a response. One minute passed. Then five. I ordered another shot. Ten minutes. Fifteen.
    Jesus. There was no other explanation, was there? She was obviously with him. Fucking him. Sucking his cock. Spreading her legs for him as his pounded her roughly. She was wearing her engagement ring and wedding band. He would know she was married. I imagined it turned him on, knowing he was having another man’s woman.
    Am I better that he is?
    Oh yes, Chucky. Oh God yes. No one fucks me as good as you.
    Her big tits jiggling. Her toes curled. Her stomach muscles rippling as he made her come again and again.
    “Hey honey.” She kissed me on the cheek and sat on the stool beside me. Her hand slipped into my lap, groping my erection. “Thinking of me?”