Ruring
Maris was already at a corner table when Lucan arrived, straight from the office. The rest of the afternoon had been spent in a series of trips to the bathroom as his mind went into overdrive at the prospect of a long-held fantasy finally coming true. Although he had many threesomes with Maris, he never had but wanted.
"Ok, so I ordered something good and drink already," Maris said, as Lucan embraced her. "I figured at least one drink would be in order. How was the rest of your day?"
She looked into his face, all doe-eyed and innocent.
"What do you think?" Lucan replied, as he noticed a slight shiver run down his wife's arm. She was nervous, he could tell. "So, tell me what I need to know before this Ruring gets here. Who is she? And what the fuck are we doing?"
He smiled as he said this, Maris casting an impatient eye around the bar for any sign of the margaritas.