Amy's Night Again

The next three days were spent masturbating off and on to thoughts and memories of Amy. After I fucked Erica for an entire night and got months of 
pent up sperm out of my system, then I was ready to see Amy again. Finally, on Wednesday night my doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Amy standing there looking shocked and sexy as hell! 

"Hey," she said quietly. "How have you been?"
"Not bad," I replied. "Man, you look great!"
"Thanks," she said smiling. She really looked hot: Tight blue jeans, 
pumps, black sweater with a v-neck. "I wasn't sure if I should come by."
"Why?"
"Well," she began, "we didn't exactly end very nicely."
"Hey, it's over and done with," I replied quickly. My cock was 
stirring looking at her standing there and knowing how great she must have 
gotten at giving head. "Just move on is all we can do, right?"
She smiled. "Right."

We spent the better part of the evening talking about our feelings 
that were still alive for one another. However, the conversation got quite 
heavy when Amy told me that she rather liked the swinging lifestyle and wasn't sure she'd want to give it up.
"Well, look, you like to watch, right?" she asked. I said yes, then she added, "Well, I genuinely like to be watched, if you can figure that one out. 
If we can find some common ground, then I'd like to be with you again, if 
you can forgive what happened before." She took my hand and smiled. "I still love you, you know?"
"And I love you, too," I added. "I'm sure we could work out something for both of us."

"Well, you can have some fun too, you know?" she added. "I'd like to watch you hit some sexy babe now and then."
"We'll see," I replied.
Amy leaned over and kissed me. Then she said, "I want to leave Dave anyway. He's not what I need in a man."
"Well, we've come full circle, huh?" I asked with a laugh.
Amy laughed and said, "I suppose so. I'll need to tell him myself and get my clothes from his place, then I'll be done with him." I told her I'd be willing to let her handle it, and she did just that the following day.

After I got an angry phone call from Dave, he was a total prick when Amy broke it off that Thursday. He wouldn't give her back any of her things, so 
Amy opted to let the clothes go, even though her precious leather pants were still with him. His phone call to me was telling me how he had been getting sucked off by her for three weeks before I even met him, which I sort of knew 
anyway. I was more concerned with having Amy back and making the most of our obsessions. He told me she'd never be faithful, which is exactly what I was hoping for. I also made it my goal to take her out that night and buy her a couple of new outfits, including a new pair of leather pants, which were far 
sexier than her first pair and three times as expensive! These were also black and shiny, but these had a thin zipper on the hip and no pockets, so 
they were a severely tight fit all the way down to the ankles. She fell in love with them immediately and joked be able to lure many men into her lair 
with them. I told her we could try them out the following night, which was Friday, and she was all smiles. 

We planned to hit a new club called "Syrus," which had just opened downtown and was supposedly a hotbed for pickups. Amy spent an hour getting ready, 
and it was well worth it! She emerged after slithering into her new leathers 
and topped them with a black satin top with a mesh opening to show a nice amount of cleavage. Her heels and short, black leather biker jacket made her appear like the centerfold to Orgasm magazine. There's something about a sexy female in all leather that turns head and arouses sexual abandon, and hell, I like it too, so why not share the wealth? Her blonde locks were perfectly teased and her makeup was sexy as hell, with fire engine red lipstick that made her lips extra pouty and more full. 

I asked her if she was ready and she laughed and replied, "Hell yes! Let's hit the debauchery strip." 
We got to the club around 8:30. The cover charge was nothing less than a rape, but the looks on some of the faces when Amy waltzed in were worth every 
cent. One could almost see the crotches of some guy's pants rising when Amy walked by. I offered to take Amy's jacket, but she shook her head and smiled. She was going to be the center of attention all night, and that was 
her goal. After we found a table on the top floor, Amy wandered over to get 
some drinks at the bar. I watched her with a rising anticipation in my stomach as she leaned over and played up to the bartender, that perfect ass 
swaying lightly back and forth. I wasn't the only one who noticed it either. 
The bartender, a young blond guy of around 25 or so, was playing up to Amy 
perfectly. She stayed at the bar for a couple of minutes, then got our drinks and sashayed back to our table.

"Having fun yet," I asked with a smile.
Amy looked back at the bar where he was. "Yeah, he's cute," she replied. 
She managed a taunting wave in his direction, to which he nodded casually at her and smiled. Then she looked at me and smiled wide. "I'd like him for tonight.

I took a hard drink and laughed. "Well, what do you want me to do, pat you 
on your head and make your lunch for you? Go for it."
Amy swallowed a quick drink and said, "Well, I'm gonna do just that."
For the next 15 minutes, I watched Amy fawn shamelessly over her stud while 
he served drinks to a bevy of other beauties and guys. The guys all tried 
their hands at picking up Amy, but she was intent on her bartender. After a few more minutes of playing up to him, she came back over to the table and sat down.
"Well, how's it goin'?" I asked.

Amy sipped a new drink. "It's fine. He's 26, married for a year, and he's 
returning the innuendo, so I'm sure he may take me up on an offer."
"Well, the outfit is hot, babe," I added. "You're definitely on tonight."
Amy smiled and I saw her blush for the first time in a long time. "Thank 
you, babe." We sat there a while and talked, then I asked Amy if she felt like dancing. "No, I'm actually fucking horny as hell! I'm going to ask him the million dollar question and see what's up." She had discovered a courage 
I'd never thought she could ever have, and as she sauntered back up to the bar I was feeling both lucky and cursed at the same time. I wanted to watch 
her bang and be banged, and I wanted her for myself as well. Still, I created the monster, and I had right to bitch about it now. However, I never in a million years thought she'd take to it so quickly…or so deeply. 
After a couple of minutes, she came back to the table and smiled. "Hell, I didn't even have to ask him anything. He asked me if I was free for a while at 1 o'clock when he gets off."