Graham had left for work by the time I got up. Although I missed seeing him off, I was kind of relieved. I didn't know for sure what I would say to him after what had happened the night before, his birthday. I just can't believe I actually got on my knees and sucked a stranger. Yes, Graham put me in that position, but I didn't have to do as he said. I am not blaming him, I could have refused. I don't know, maybe I am upset because I had an orgasm while acting like some slut. I have never really thought about what it would be like for someone to completely control me. I guess the important thing is to make sure it never happens again. I know my husband isn't upset with me. If he were, he would have made sure I knew about it last night. We usually talk on the phone during lunch, so I will be able to test his mood then. In the meantime, I intend to spend all day cleaning so he will be pleased when he gets home.
When Graham got home, he took one look at the house and told me how beautiful it looked. Ha said he knew I must have spent all day working on it and felt like I needed a break. He told me to put on something nice, we were going out for a couple of drinks. I was thrilled. Not only did I realize he wasn't pissed at me, but we were also going to have a night out. I asked him where we were going and he told me he had been told about a nice place by one of the guys at work. His friend had said it wasn't a fancy, expensive place. Yet, it wasn't a seedy dump either. Graham put on a suit, my favorite shirt and tie, and I wore a dress that buttoned up the front. I did wear a bra and a pair of panties (I wasn't taking any chances tonight.). I know we didn't have really fine clothes, but what we had looked nice. We tried to take care of what we had.
When we drove up to the bar, I noticed there weren't many cars. That was fine with me. It would give the two of us a chance to talk without too many distractions. When we got inside I noticed only about three or four people, not including the bartender and waitress. I was kind of surprised they even had a waitress as slow as business was. We found a table toward the back, giving us plenty of privacy. The waitress seemed friendly, smiling as she took our order. As we sat drinking, we talked about a lot of different things. One thing we didn't talk about was "that" night. I didn't want to push Graham, knew he would bring the subject up when he was ready. I was enjoying myself too much to cause him to be upset.
We had been there for about an hour when I heard the front door open and loud conversation coming from the entrance room. Soon, about seven or eight young people came in. By young, I mean in their early to mid twenties. I finally got a good look at them and saw there were four guys and three girls. They hadn't been there very long before three more came in and joined the earlier group. They looked as though they were good friends, laughing and joking together. I got a pretty good look at them and noticed they were dressed pretty much the same. The seven guys had suits and ties identical. The three girls all wore the same plaid skirts and white blouses. Their language was very foul, loud and rude. The waitress came over to take our drink order said that our new customers were students at an exclusive private college not far from here. She said they came in often and make a pest of themselves every time. The waitress, Vicki, told me she hated to wait on them because they thought they were privileged, and never left a good tip. We laughed and commented that must be how the wealthy remained wealthy.
Graham noticed a pool table in the corner. He asked me if I wanted to shoot a game with him. I am not very good, I stink in fact, but it was a chance to do something with my husband. We took our drinks and went over to the table. The first two games I lost, the third I won. I knew Graham had let me win, but that is one reason I love him. While I was racking the balls for the next game, several of the young guys came over to watch. About half-way through the game, all of their friends came over and joined them. They made me very nervous and I could tell Graham wasn't pleased either. They were very loud, making obscene comments whenever I took a turn. I tried not to let it bother me, but it was obvious they were getting to me. One of the guys put some money on the table and called the next game. My husband was upset enough that he scratched the eight ball, making me the winner.
The guy that put the money on the table introduced himself as Dennis, said he guessed he would be playing me. As he picked up a cue, Graham said we were just getting ready to leave. As he started to walk over to me, two of the guys stepped in front of him and blocked his way. The three girls giggled, and made some sort of obscene comment. About that time the bartender came around the corner and asked if there was a problem. I saw one of the guys pick up a beer bottle and hit the bartender on the forehead. He then reached down and picked up the bar keys. He walked to the front. I assumed he locked the door and when he returned he had Vicki by the arm and shoved her toward Graham and me. Dennis said we owed him a game of pool and we were not going to leave until we had played. One of the guys shoved Vicki and Graham down in chairs and ordered them not to move.
