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Dave pulled into his favorite bar's parking lot and found a spot to park near the back door. He locked his car and walked into the Saloon bar. The Saloon was a meeting place for the thirties crowd and normally a lot of friends and acquaintances frequented the bar. Tonight was no exception as several regulars greeted him as he walked into the bar room. It was relatively early and there was no work tomorrow so he planned to stay awhile. The barmaid, Cindy, knew him and held up a Bud Light at him and Dave nodded. She popped the tab and poured some beer into his glass. They exchanged small talk and Cindy went off to tend to her other bar patrons. Cindy was a real dream, good looking all over and everyone wanted to get in her pants, but as far as Dave knew no one had been that lucky.
He sat quietly sipping his beer and listening to the jukebox playing some old time country songs. Dave liked all music, but he had a special place in his heart for country music. He didn't much care for the 'New' country, but very much liked the original country music. Time seemed to be passing too fast tonight, Dave thought. Here it was nearly eleven o'clock and he hadn't even been close to finding a woman to talk to, let alone make out. Oh well, he thought, 'sometimes you get the bear and other times the bear gets you'. He noticed two women come into the bar and sit at the two open bar stools next to him. He smiled and nodded as they sat down.
After they ordered and had talked for a while, the blonde woman tried to light her cigarette, but her lighter would not fire up. Dave grabbed a matchbook on the bar and lit a match to her cigarette. She smiled as she took a drag and said, "Thank you. I guess chivalry isn't completely dead, after all." They both laughed and that broke the ice. Her girlfriend was asked to dance by some guy, so that left the blonde and Dave sitting together and chatting. "Hi, my name is Joyce," she told him, and Dave introduced himself. This is my first time here at the Saloon," she said, "Do you come here often?"
"I manage to get here about once or twice a week," Dave replied. "What brought you and your friend to the Saloon tonight?"
"Well, we went to a movie and on the way home, Martha, that's my friend, suggested we stop for a drink." Dave smiled and motioned to Cindy to bring them another round. Joyce didn't object and welcomed a second drink. As she lifted the glass in her left hand, Dave noticed the wedding band. He was a bit apprehensive as he rarely 'hit' on married women, thinking that it could only lead to potential problems. Joyce was watching her girlfriend dancing and Dave decided that he best look for an unmarried woman. "Hey," Joyce pouted at him as she playfully pushed his shoulder lightly, "are you ignoring me already?"
"No I don't mean to ignore you, but I see by that wedding band that you are spoken for." Dave said as he looked into her blue eyes. She smiled and returned the look without responding. Dave quickly looked her over and she looked so good he wanted to bite his lip. She had very nice breasts, not big, but not small either. He nipples pushed out into two wonderful bumps on her low cut top. She wore a mini skirt that revealed lovely thighs and legs with a small waist to match. Her blonde hair fell nearly to her waist behind her and had bangs at her forehead.
"Well, Dave, how about if I say not to worry about the ring on my finger," Joyce whispered to him.
"I guess I'd want to know why I wasn't to worry about it, Joyce," Dave replied, "I'm not looking to cross swords with an irate husband," he continued, "They don't know how to take a joke."
Joyce laughed at the remark and sipped her drink. "All he cares about is beer, football and work, Dave," she said with a tremor in her voice. "He just doesn't care about anything else. He hasn't touched me in two months because he's 'too tired'. I haven't been anywhere in over six months, not out to eat or to a movie, let alone to get a drink somewhere," she continued. "Tonight, Martha asked me to go see a movie and I said ok. When I told my husband, he said 'go on and have a good time, cause he was tired." Joyce took another sip of her drink before she spoke, "Martha took me to see some Adult Movies at the 'Art Theatre' and I was too embarrassed to tell her I had never been before. I couldn't believe what I saw on the screen," Joyce carried on, "I had never seen people do oral sex or group sex," she said sounding amazed, "I had heard about stuff like that, but never seen it before."
"How did it make you feel?" Dave asked her with ulterior motives in mind.
"Well, at first I was horrified, but after a while I got all hot and bothered," Joyce replied. "I got to wondering what some of that stuff felt like," she said blushing, "the girls in the movie seemed to love it."
"Your husband and you never did anything like that?" Dave asked slyly.
"No, we never. He just jumps on top and when he finishes it's all over for both of us."
"He doesn't let you get off too?" Joyce shook her head no, and told him that she had never had an orgasm. In fact she thought girls didn't cum until Martha told her that she has orgasms all the time. Dave was getting both horny and perplexed. He didn't want to get involved with a married woman, but how could he pass up this opportunity. Joyce was looking at him like a little puppy asking to be cuddled. A tear formed in the corner of her eye and she wiped it away. She gazed at her drink then up at Dave.
"Please show me, Dave," she whispered softly, "please?" Dave felt like he was on the horns of a dilemma. Finally, after mulling it over in his mind he looked deep into Joyce's eyes and stood up.
"Let's go before I change my mind, Joyce." She slipped off the barstool and followed Dave out of the bar. Martha waved goodbye to her as they and made a circle with her thumb and forefinger. Outside, Dave opened the car door for her and let her slide into his car. Getting in the drivers side Dave looked at Joyce and she moved to him to kiss him passionately. Eagerly, he drove out of the parking lot and turned onto the interstate. He decided to drive to a remote motel to preclude anyone from knowing where they going, as he was in no mood to be a fighter tonight. He knew of a nice clean country motel that he had used for other trysts. It was out of the way and each room had a garage for the car. In about fifteen minutes Dave pulled into the motel, registered and drove around back to park in the attached garage.
He helped Joyce out of the car and they entered the dark room. Dave drew the drapes shut and turned on a small lamp. Joyce went into the bathroom as Dave stripped naked and got into bed. In a few minutes, Joyce came out of the bathroom fully dressed. "Did I misunderstand you, Joyce?" Dave asked her, wondering why she was still dressed.
"No, it's…I've never cheated on my husband before and," she stopped mid sentence looking at Dave with tears welling up in her eyes.