What a Mistake to Make - Sex Stories

What a Mistake to Make

... Steve," she says. I smile and nod to say I heard. I watch my wife's ass sway as she makes her way between the tables.

"Your wife?" A guy, who's sat at our table, asks.

"Yes," I answer. "It'll be our twelfth anniversary in the spring," I say.

A woman, I presume his wife, whispers something; instantly, his face changes, and he gives me a look that I couldn't read.

"I hear you're a dentist," the woman says.

I laugh. "Not quite," I say. The truth is my squad handle is 'The Dentist' because I'm good at extraction, but it is not something I share. I'm distracted by the band, who started to play some background music.

A large guy catches my eye when he looks away. I know he's part of the security by the way he's dressed. A second is positioned on the opposite side. They are a little overweight, but I guess they could take care of most guys in here.

Then, the second guy looks away when I glance his way. Once, I can dismiss, but twice, something is going on. My eyes lock on a guy with broad shoulders; he is sitting at the main table and doesn't look away.

As he gets up, I ask the guy next to me, "Who's the steroid jock just getting up?"

He looks at me and then looks in the same direction. "Jenson Benedict. He's the son of the CEO and Owner, Winston Benedict."

"Shit. Looks like he's coming our way." I say to two empty seats.

"Steven, so good to finally meet you," Jenson says in a way that makes the hairs on my neck stand up. I also notice the two goons ...

... have moved closer, so I stand and offer my hand.

"Jason," I say, squeezing hard and deliberately getting his name wrong.

Jenson's smile falters for a second. "Ummm, Jenson," he corrects. "Just letting you know, I've chosen your wife to have the first dance with tonight."

I smile. "Well, you better choose another because my wife always dances the first dance with me."

Jenson smiles like he knows something. "Oh, she won't be having any dances with you. In fact, she won't even be leaving with you." Jenson says, adjusting the sleeves of his jacket.

"Over my dead body," I say through gritted teeth.

An arm touches my shoulder. "Now come on, we don't want any trouble."

"Remove your hand, or I'll rip it off," I say to the goon.

Jenson laughs at his own sense of superiority. I take a deep, calming breath and then make my move. I grab the hand on my shoulder and pull it across me. I want to incapacitate the guy, not kill him, unlike 'smirky' in front of me. Using the heel of my hand, I make contact with the top curve of his diaphragm; winding him and making him collapse.

The second guy is a little slow to react, so I snap my right hand out, making contact with Jenson's, Adam's apple. Jenson staggers back, allowing my foot to make contact with his crown jewels. I swivel around and take the third guy down with a simple sweep of his legs before Jenson hits the floor.

I stand up straight, check my suit isn't creased, and look toward the toilets to see my wife ...