a whole lot more

a long dinner table and a gathering of friends.
crisp conversations and bursts of laughter.
bustling city lane-way restaurant.

a girlfriend of mine (who i’d never fucked) sits opposite.
she’s younger than i, of course, and is fit as a fit fiddle.
she denies the rumours of her being a lesbian.

we talk, more.
we drink, more.
she opens up, a whole lot more.
her eyes are swallowing me up, and
my cock is hard, and her foot rubs against my leg, and
she bites her lip, and
she reaches for my hand, and
she says
“i want to fuck your wife”

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