Spark

“Elan, girl this place is nice.”
“Yes, I know. Marcus brings me here all the time.”
“Marcus. Man. Who knew you had such good taste?”
“Everyone. And Jason… I’m surprised you hadn’t brought Leah here a long time ago.”
“Why are you trying to make me look bad?”
They laughed. Leah didn’t. I poked my bottom lip out at her saying don’t feel bad.
Dinner and dancing had been something that Marcus and I enjoyed for the past six years of our relationship. We had only dated for one year before we married and the way he treated me had not changed. He was still romantic, considerate, and in great physical shape.

Marcus raised his glass then nudged Jason with his elbow, “I would like to make a toast to my gorgeous and sexy wife. I love you Elan.” Leah and I tapped our glasses to theirs and we all said, “Cheers!” in harmony.
I smiled, everyone took a sip of the Red Malbec, and we lowered our glasses.
Marcus ordered the vegetarian pasta for me, a lobster and steak for himself, Leah ordered rosemary chicken and Jason requested the same chicken that Leah was having. Before our dinner could be served, I had twitched and squirmed in my seat a few times and was excited about doing it some more.
Leah tapped my thigh. “Elan, why do you keep jumping and giggling like that? Was there something extra in your wine? If there was, you better give me some.” She laughed.
“Oh… no… nothing extra in my wine.” At that moment I squirmed again.
Marcus glared across the table at me.
I licked my lips and threw him a wet kiss. He caught it with his tongue then flashed me his bright white smile.
Leah eased her shoulder into mine and whispered, “Damn Elan… it’s like that? After all these years?”
Without taking my eyes away from his smile, I said, “Of course.” then whispered to her. “It’s called spark.”
“Spark?”

I moved my eyes to hers. “Yes… spark.”
“If you say so…” She snickered. “Hell, where can I buy some of that?”
Leah and I laughed. Marcus nodded his head yes, and Jason was out of the loop, focused on eating. With the exception of his chicken’s remains, he was ignoring all that was going on around him. Jason didn’t have a clue, only Marcus and now Leah knew what I was going through.
Leah and I nibbled on a bit of our food and Marcus ate only half of his.
Marcus dabbed the corners of his mouth with the linen napkin, polished off the rest of his wine, rubbed his palms together, and said “Ahhh. Ladies would you like to dance?”
“Yeah. Leah…You wanna dance?” Jason shot Marcus a pair of sharp eyeballs, decided to back away from his dinner plate and tried stepping up to a gentleman’s plate.
Leah and I led the way to the dance floor. The men followed closely behind. I was switching hard, was still jumping and tingling. I squeezed past handsome goatees and beautiful miniskirts on my way to the middle of the crowded floor.
The bass was pounding between my breast, colorful lights danced across the sea of faces that surrounded me, then I felt a smooth hand moving up my thigh. Light touches under my black dress sensitized my skin. His voice, was deep and strong.
Just at my neckline. He said one word, “Beautiful.”
Along with the other tingles, I felt a rush in my orchid. He nudged his hardness against my ass. Tingles blossomed between my legs. Whole regions of my brain filled with erotic moans. I was heady, I was far gone.
Pleasure interrupted. Leah.
“Elan, go with me to the ladies room.”
I looked over my shoulder, “Excuse me Marcus… I’ll be right back.” I slid my fingertips down his cheek and he watched me walk away. My legs wobbly. Head dizzy. Knees buckling. Feeling weak.
When we got to the ladies room, Leah pulled me into the largest stall.
“Girl. What’s going on with you. That man has STILL got you gone!”
I rolled my eyes back into my head. “I would let you in on ONE of our secrets, but I’m afraid if I tell you, then I’ll have to kill you.”
We laughed.
“Tell me… I have to know.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders. “Okay. Okay. Step back.”
I reached under my dress, slipped off my laced thong, and held it in the air.
Her eyes grew large. She said, “Oh my God!”
“Shhhh!” I told her to be quiet, to calm down.
She lowered her voice to a whispery giggle. “What’s that?”
Before I could answer her or say another word. The crotch of my black thong started vibrating like crazy, doing a wild dance in mid air.
We locked eyes.
I smiled.
She opened her mouth wide.
I said, “Marcus is calling me, come on let’s go.”
All she could say was…
A personal message from Angelic-…A word of advice. From me to you. Get yourself a pair of remote controlled panties. Hand the remote to your lover, and your sex life will never again be the same… Auviour, Angelic.