Roberta Hodson strolled through the doors of "Rocky's Rocking Roadhouse" and surveyed the scene. It was a good crowd, and she started sizing up her potential targets. She saw a hot-looking blonde guy over by the bar, umm, he looked like he'd be a lot of fun. She watched for a few minutes, just to make sure he didn't have a date to mess up her plans.
Roberta was 40, and her husband Greg was the same age. Greg was a cardiothoracic surgeon, and Roberta was a real estate agent. They'd been married for 15 years, and they'd found a great way to spice up their marriage. Roberta loved to tease, and Greg found it to be a turn-on to watch her tease well-built, hot young studs. They'd found Rocky's to be a great place to find hot young studs, and they were in there 3 to 4 times a week. She loved to get close to them, watch the hard, horny bulges developing. She'd pull them onto the dance floor, and grind against them, feeling their cocks stiffen even more. When he suggested they leave, she'd excuse herself to go to the bathroom. Then, after ducking into the bathroom, she'd sneak out of the bathroom, and slip out the back exit that was just down the hall, and her husband would be waiting in the parking lot. On the drive home, all Roberta could think about was the young stud with the hard cock, how she'd teased him, and left him with a pair of aching balls. When they got home, she is like a wildcat, all she could think about were the hard cocks and the aching balls she'd left in her wake, they'd fuck and suck wildly, marathon sessions that lasted until they finally collapsed, sated for the time being.
Her husband Greg entered, and she saw him look her up and down, smiling. She knew she looked hot. Her naturally blonde hair was cut in a short shag style, and it was hidden under a wig of long, red curls. She was wearing a set of glasses, not because she needed them to see better, but to disguise her appearance, the glass was non-prescription. She was wearing a padded bra and a set of falsies. Instead of her usual 34 B chest, she was puffed up to a 38 DD. She had on a tight leather miniskirt and a tight top that accentuated the swollen, fake melons underneath. She had half a dozen wigs, 5 pairs of glasses, and she never went into Rocky's without a wig and glasses. She loved to tease, but she needed to keep her appearance changing each time. And, since the guys would be focused on how stiff their cocks were, and those big 38DDs right in front of their eyes, they wouldn't remember too much about her facial features, which would be changed next time, if they happened to see her again, by a different wig and a different set of glasses.
After 5 minutes, she looked at her husband, nodded towards the blonde-haired guy at the bar. With no sight of a wife or girlfriend joining him, he looked like a perfect candidate. Greg mouthed the phrase "go for it." She then made a beeline for him and took the vacant seat right next to him. He looked at her, then he looked again, a smile filling his face.
Roberta looked him over, oh yeah, perfect, nordic blonde hair and deep blue eyes, Ummm, a wonderful smile, nicely proportioned, looks like he worked out, but wasn't some over-pumped bodybuilder type. She guessed him to be 20 - 25 years old, perfect.
Roberta said, "Hi, I'm Cathy, could you buy me a drink?"
He replied, "Funny, I was just about to ask you if I could! Tim Mackenson, at your service!"
"So nice to meet you, Tim!"
Tim asked, "7 on 7 okay?" and when she said yes, he relayed that to the bartender.
Roberta noticed a table near the door that had opened up, and she grabbed his hand and took him over to the table.
Roberta lifted her drink, and said, "A toast, to a hot, wonderful night!"
Tim grinned, making her insides flutter, and said, "I'll drink to that!"
Being able to be closer to him, and having a modicum of privacy, Roberta brought her best into play, and she was pleased to see the effect she had on him. He was 24, and the idea that he was with a horny cougar on the prowl really got his cock up. She sucked in a breath when she saw the hard bulge pressing against his trousers, oh god, she wasn't play-acting on this, his cock was huge. It had to be at least 9 inches long, maybe more. Oh fuck, she imagined the lucky woman who would get that whopper rammed into her, and her panties started to get damp. Damn, she hated the idea of leaving that big cock without a hot, horny hole to slide into. She wanted it, but how to get at it? She was supposed to tease him, and slip away. It had worked many times before, but there was something about Tim, some animal magnetism, that made her unable to break away. Not to mention that stiff, really big cock he was packing, she wanted to feel her pussy get stretched open by his whopper.
I'll bet that baby could kiss my cervix, she thought, and her teasing routine trembled, oh god, she was on the verge of losing it. She looked away for a moment and saw her husband on his cell phone. He gave her a signal that meant, "meet me NOW."
Roberta got up, and said to Tim, "I'll be right back, just need to use the Ladies' room."
In the corridor that led to the restrooms, Greg said, "I just got a call from the hospital. My patient, who was stable, is going into shock, damn, I thought we'd gotten everything. He's being prepped for emergency surgery, and I have to go, now. I need to take the car, will you be okay, taking a cab home?"
Roberta said, "I'll be fine Greg, don't worry. I'll just get a cab right now, and you get to the hospital, and save your patient's life."
