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By *oogi OP Man 5 days ago
St Albans |
The restaurant was dimly lit, the kind of ambiance that spoke of quiet sophistication and whispered intimacy. Soft jazz floated through the air, and the clinking of glasses melded with hushed conversations. At a corner table draped in crisp white linen sat Marie and Richard, a couple whose love story had spanned over three decades. Tonight, they were celebrating their 30th wedding anniversary.
Marie looked stunning in an elegant black dress, her silver-streaked hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders. Richard, dashing in his tailored navy suit, sat across from her, his hand occasionally grazing hers as they reminisced over a bottle of vintage red.
“This wine,” Richard said, lifting his glass, “is almost as exquisite as you.”
Marie smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Almost?”
“I’d need a thousand lifetimes to find anything more exquisite than you,” he replied smoothly, his tone playful yet sincere.
Their laughter drew the attention of their waitress, a young woman named Lily. She had been serving them all evening, charmed by their easy banter and the palpable warmth between them. Lily was in her mid-twenties, with chestnut hair tied back in a neat ponytail, and eyes that sparkled with an unspoken curiosity. Her uniform—a fitted white blouse and black skirt—was modest but did little to hide her natural beauty.
“Everything all right here?” she asked, her voice melodic.
“Perfect,” Marie said, glancing at Richard. “Though I think we may need another bottle soon. This one’s almost gone.”
“And it’s far too good a night to stop at one,” Richard added, his gaze lingering on Lily for a beat longer than necessary. There was something in his eyes—not inappropriate, but certainly attentive.
Lily smiled, slightly flustered under his attention. “I’ll get that for you right away.”
As she walked away, Marie leaned in, her voice low. “She’s sweet.”
Richard nodded, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. “Sweet and stunning.”
Marie tilted her head thoughtfully. Over the years, their marriage had evolved. It was no longer confined by the conventions of their youth. They trusted each other implicitly, and their bond was so deep that it could hold space for unspoken desires and whispered fantasies.
Marie swirled the wine in her glass. “It is our anniversary.”
Richard raised an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
She gave a small shrug, her smile coy. “She might say no, of course. But she also might not.”
Richard laughed softly, delighted by her boldness. “Well, my love, you’ve always been the more persuasive one. Shall we?”
When Lily returned with the second bottle, Marie caught her attention with a radiant smile. “Lily, can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” Lily replied, setting the bottle down and carefully pouring.
“You’ve been absolutely wonderful tonight,” Marie said. “It’s clear you’re not just good at your job, but you have this… energy about you. Don’t you think so, Richard?”
“Completely,” he agreed. “You’ve made our special night even more memorable.”
Lily’s cheeks flushed. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you to say.”
Marie leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to an intimate tone. “We were wondering… Are you free after your shift?”
Lily blinked, caught off guard. “Oh, um… I don’t have any plans. Why?”
Marie’s smile widened, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Well, we were thinking that tonight’s celebration could use one last adventure. Something… unexpected. If you’d like to join us for a drink—off the clock, of course—we’d love to get to know you better.”
Lily stared at them for a moment, processing the invitation. There was no mistaking the undertone, but there was no pressure in their words, no discomfort in their demeanor. Instead, there was something exhilarating about the way they looked at her—not as a server, but as a person worthy of their attention.
“I…” she hesitated, then smiled nervously. “I’m flattered.”
“No pressure,” Marie said quickly, her tone warm and reassuring. “We just thought we’d ask. You’ve been such a delight, and it’s not every day we meet someone who feels like… well, like they belong in our little bubble.”
Richard raised his glass in a silent toast, his expression inviting but respectful. “To new beginnings, if you’re interested.”
Lily’s heart raced. She had never been approached like this before, especially not by a couple so magnetic and self-assured. There was a part of her that wanted to say no, to retreat to the safety of her routine. But another part—a quieter, braver part—was intrigued. She found herself wondering what it might be like to step into their world, even if only for one night.
“When does your shift end?” Marie asked gently.
“In about an hour,” Lily replied.
“Perfect,” Marie said. “If you’d like, we’ll wait for you at the bar.”
Lily hesitated again, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll think about it.”
As she walked away, her mind swirled with possibilities. By the time her shift ended, her decision had been made.
That night, in the privacy of their suite overlooking the city skyline, the three of them shared a bottle of champagne, laughter, and a connection that would linger
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