If my jaw was on the bar as I suspected, I would never notice. Her veil dance continued from this hallowed perch as she felt the music move through he.... For all I know, we may have been there like that for hours. Time seemed to stand still as the image of Mona dancing on the bar was etched into my permanent memory. But eventually the music must have changed, or the mood lightened for she was finally back at my side seated on her barstool. I think perhaps the mood and the beer combined to take. Marge is 5'6" and has a firm 36 C, 24, 36 shape. She was wearing a silky short black dress, which contrasted beautifully with her pale white skin. And I knew she was feeling racy that night and didn't have anything on under the thin material of that dress. As I was watching them I got the shock of my life. Mike was holding my wife's ass in his hands and had her pulled tightly against him. And Marge wasn't resisting. I was instantly hurt and mad. I was mad at Mike for feeling up my wife and I. She rang the bell and was greeted by her friend and she said he did look great with shorts, tee shirt and sandals. He greeted her and walked her downstairs where music was playing and the lights dim. There were about 6 couples and 7 guys without dates. Everyone was either drinking, talking or dancing. The mood was relaxed and fun. The evening progressed, she danced with a lot of different men, met others, intermingled with couples as the night wore on. Everyone was getting pretty well. It would certainly be nice to be with another woman, but I wanted more from this interaction. While being with just Brian was fun, and I’m sure doing the same thing with Allie would be just as fun, I wanted to take things to the next level. A threesome with Allie and Brian would fit the bill perfectly. Brain would say yes because he was unlikely to turn down the chance to have two women at the same time, and Allie would say yes because she was Allie. All that was left was to contact Allie. I.