The Best of Both Worlds

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On Satuday morning Michael told Barb that they were going out that night and were getting a hotel. They made a early supper and then got dressed up to go out. Barb changed into the outfit he had told Angela she'd be wearing: A low-cut black blouse and short black skirt. She put on Michael's favorite thigh-highs with built-in garter belt and sexy "fuck me" shoes. He wore a long sleeve black dress shirt and black dress pants and shoes.

As they left for the bar, Michael felt apprehensive about the whole thing, but he supposed that he would hear soon enough from Barb if he had fucked up. They arrived within twenty minutes and got a secluded table for more than one reason. They ordered drinks and Michael was relieved that he didn't see Angela right away. It would give him a chance prep her for the night's plans.

"So, what's this surprise you warned me about all day?" Barb inquired.
Michael felt his stomach clench. He hadn't really thought about what he was going to tell her. He decided that he would just tell her and if she balked they could leave the bar before Angela showed up and then there would be no awkwardness. "Well, you know how we always are willing to try new things to keep the spice in our sex life? After our conversation the other day, I checked some things out and decided to give you a chance to fufill a fantasy." Michael waited for a response with much trepidation.

Barb sat silent for a few seconds and then spoke. "Are you talking about our threesome conversation? That fantasy?"
Almost afraid to answer, Michael slowly nodded his head. "Yeah. That's the fantasy I'm talking about. Are you mad?"
"No. Just tell me what we're doing here."

Michael explained everything to Barb and told her if anything was to happen, or not happen, it would all be up to her. She sat there silent, finished her 7&7, and ordered another one. She quickly threw down that one and ordered a third before she spoke.