Jacob's Sweet Gift: A Bonding Night at Jacob's ...

My husband and his best friend broke me. We went out for drinks, just the three of us like we've done a hundred times. My husband, me, and Jacob, his best friend since college. Jacob's always been around, always easygoing, always with that quiet flirtation that never crossed a line. Until that night when I wore the little black dress tight, low cut, short. No bra so my nipples were visible when the light hit just right. Lace panties too, more for show than function. I didn't go in planning anything, I swear. But once we were in that booth, something shifted. I started small, sitting between them, laughing a little too hard, letting my shoulder brush his chest. Then I turned to Jacob and said, "Rest of us." Resting my hand on the table near his, my knee just barely grazing his under the booth. Nothing anyone could call obvious. Just little touches, little glances, little moments where I held eye contact a second longer than usual. With my husband, it was more open. My foot slid up his calf, fingers tracing the seam of his jeans under the table, whispering things in his ear that made his hand tighten on my thigh. With Jacob, it was subtle. A needy look when our eyes met, letting my dress ride a fraction higher when I shifted, brushing my hair back so my neck was exposed a little longer. They both noticed. My husband's grip on my leg got firmer as the night went on, possessive but quiet. Jacob started leaning in a bit more when he talked to me, voice lower, eyes flicking down to my mouth and back up...like he was trying not to get caught. The air in the booth got thick. I could feel them both watching me, feel the tension building slow and steady. I didn't say anything bold. I didn't need to. It was all in the little things, and the whiskey we had all been nursing. The way I smiled at Jacob when my husband wasn't looking, the way I let my husband's hand slide higher without stopping him. Eventually my husband leaned in close and said, "We're heading home." He sounded impatient. Jacob didn't argue. Just nodded, paid his part of the tab, and followed us out. The ride was quiet. I sat in the back. My husband kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror. Jacob stared straight ahead, but I could see his hands flexing on his thighs.

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