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A middle-aged married swinger finds what she's been missing.

"I'm not usually so much, either. But, this wine is really good. And, it's a weekend."

"That it is. Any other plans?"

I shrugged.

"Normal weekend stuff. Getting things for Christmas probably."

"I'll be glad when this holiday is over."

I cocked my head, and studied the young man next to me.

"Why is that? I don't mean to pry if you'd rather not say."

"It's fine. I guess I just have had not such a good few years around the holidays. Started with the loss of my mom the year I graduated."

"Oh, Jimmy, I'm sorry. Were you close?"

"No, not really. But, she was still my mom, ya know?"

"I know. I felt the same about my Dad. He died a few years ago, but he was older than your mom must have been."

"I'm sure."

We said no more, just sipped our respective beverages and went back to the party. Dennis had returned, sans Clarisse. He came to me, pardoned his intrusion as he asked me to dance. Jimmy held my wine glass, and shooed me off to dance.

"I wanted to apologize for her again. She really never knows when to shut her face."

He grimaced, but I smiled gently at him.

"It's really fine, Dennis. I had enough teasing growing up, just never thought I'd hear it from a grown woman."

"She's so childish sometimes. Honestly its why I hardly ever talk about her at work. Sometimes I feel like I should leave her."

"That's up to you. Do you have children?"

"Divorce would be tough if we did, but she didn't want to ruin her figure."

He rolled his eyes, but smiled down at me. I giggled, and smiled. I saw Jimmy out of the corner of my eye, looking a little jealous. Dennis' hand slid down the open back of my dress, rested just above the curve of my ass, his fingers dropped just a bit down. Maybe I'd get my way after all, I thought, and then dashed that thought out of my head. I stepped away, his hands fell from my body.

"You're a married man, Dennis. Please, hands off."

I kept my voice low, not to call attention to the other guests. I didn't want him fired, he was a good boss, but he needed to know where I stood. He nodded curtly, and turned away. I'd made an impact on him though, I saw the outline of his dick against his dark gray pants. I nearly went to him, and made him come to the coat closet with me, and then I admonished myself again, in my head. I went to Jimmy, who still held my wine glass.

"Are you okay?"

He asked gently, in my ear again. I nodded against his cheek, and we both watched as Dennis grabbed a gift from the table and left the restaurant.

"Dance with me?"

I held my hand to Jimmy, he set down both of our glasses and took my hand. I felt my stomach clench again, and my breath hitched. His arms went around me, and I leaned my cheek on his chest. He was just a few inches taller than me, his chin rested against my forehead. We danced together through three songs, even one faster one, but we still just swayed together. The night was beginning to wrap up, and the man I thought was going to be in my bed, was home with his wife.

I drank down another glass of wine as people began to leave, the gifts depleting on the corner table. I called for a cab, one could be there in ten minutes. I said my farewells to those left, and grabbed my coat, headed for the door. Jimmy waited at the corner, I went to him.


"Waiting for a friend?"

"The bus. It's gonna take me awhile to get home, different schedules this late at night."

"Let me. I've got a taxi coming. I'll have him take you home, too."

"No, it's okay. I take the bus everyday."

"Not at this hour. Please, Jimmy, it's the least I can do."

He sighed, and I knew I'd won. The cab pulled up and I pulled him along with me. I gave the driver my address, and rested my cheek on Jimmy's shoulder. His arm went over my shoulders, and I leaned further into him, my hand on his thigh. It was quiet the first minute of our ride, the cab driver had the radio on low, Christmas music played over the speakers.

"Avery, are you drunk?"

Jimmy whispered in my ear, and I turned to look up at him.

"A little tipsy, but I can handle three glasses of wine."

He nodded, an

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