Dani: Hotwife Dating by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0000000000000
Published: 2021-11-25T19:11:37+00:00

CHAPTER 13

DANI

I nudged Wanda. "What do you think of that guy over there?"

My married friend snickered. "You're incorrigible."

I sighed; she was supposed to be my moral support, not my criticizing conscience. "Would you do him?"

"He's wearing a ring."

"So? Would you do him?"

"I'm married." Wanda was small and busty. She thought little of herself and felt herself lucky to be married to a nice guy.

I gave her a look of suffering. "Would you?"

She heaved a weary sigh and looked at him.

He was tall, with wavy hair, and not hiding a dad-bod under an overhanging, untucked shirt. He was neatly dressed and belted with a tucked shirt. Business-like.

Wanda sighed wistfully. "I don't know. I guess."

"Well, out of the guys here, who would you do?"

"My husband."

I suppressed a sigh but could not stop an eyeroll. "Wanda, he's not here. If you were looking for a date, out of the men here, who would you pick?"

"I—"

I cut her off. "Who appeals to you?"

Her legs were crossed and she began furiously kicking one foot in the air in frustration. Her lips were pressed firm. She looked up. She looked around. She looked over her shoulder. "I don't know, but maybe the guy in the leather jacket over there."

Over where? I looked around. I spotted a guy chatting with another man near the jukebox. "Him?"

"He's cute."

"He's also gay."

Wanda looked annoyed. "Why do you say that?"

"His eyes are sparkling for the other man."

"So maybe they're having a great conversation?"

I closed my eyes with utmost patience. "So far, I haven't noticed him looking around at any of the women."

My friend pouted and glared at me as if I was the reason the man was gay.

I said defensively, "Was it the jacket? Anyone can wear a leather jacket."

"He looked interesting, mysterious, and confident."

I didn't want to shatter her illusions, so I diverted her attention. "See the man in the gray slacks and shirt?"

"Yeah, dull, huh?"

"Not at all."

"Are you kidding? I can see his ring from here."

I explained. "He's not making eyes. He's quiet. He's married. He's minding his own business."

"What's so great about that?"

"He's sure of himself and not playing games. He's not even trying. But notice he isn't sitting slumped: he's not depressed. He isn't wearing a sadface. His shoulders aren't drooping. He's shaven, so his mood is good enough to be responsible for whatever employment he has. His head moves a little as if listening to those around him without looking at them. His eyes are in the mirror but not admiring himself or primping."

"Well… so?"

"He isn't hiding his ring."

"Duh."

"Don't you see it? He's sitting there absorbing the atmosphere of people without trying to be intrusive. Without trying to pick up a woman to be a salve for his ego."

"Maybe he's just having a drink."

"He's been here since we walked in."

She looked at me, head tilted slightly in disbelief. "You noticed him back then?"

I nodded and licked my lips. "He's the strong one here."

She blurted out a noise of dismissal. "He's married."

"Look, dear," I said as gently as possible, "married men at a lounge like this are seeking without pushing.

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