Veronica's steps slowed as she nervously walked past the restroom, down the empty, dark second floor hallway. Her husband, Hunter, and his two law school buddies sat downstairs at the bar watching college football.
In eight years, she never cheated on Hunter, nor even considered it, but there was something about this bartender, his sexy smile, and deep-set eyes, that lured her.
Moments earlier, the lanky bartender made the wife, mother of two, and big-boobed former strip club dancer, a bold proposition. Surreptitious flirting, stolen glances between the two, as her husband and his friends watched the game, led to Zach passing her a note scrawled on a napkin.
"Meet me upstairs in the private office. Walk past the bathrooms. Office on the left."
Veronica's heartbeat quickened as she reached the door.
She opened the door. There was Zach, standing by the desk in his white pirate shirt, baggy black trousers, and tricorn hat.
Veronica, wearing a long wool sweater, yoga pants and sneakers, closed the door and walked toward him.
They embraced and kissed. Their tongues entwined, Zach reached down, untying the tie-string to his trousers, letting them fall to the floor, exposing his long, hanging cock.
Veronica dropped to her knees, wrapping her hand around it, stroking him. Even flaccid, he was far bigger than Hunter, she noticed. Using both hands, she began feasting on Zach's stick.
As Zach's cock hardened, he reached down, moving her long, red hair, from her face before taking hold of her head, pushing his cock into her throat.
A rusty Veronica struggled with his length.
A bad boy smile formed on Zach's face.
"Get up on the desk." He said, gruffly.
Wasting no time, hungry for his big dick, Veronica jumped up on the big metal desk and pulled her yoga pants down her thighs, exposing her sexy ass and sweet snatch to an approving Zach, who stood behind her.
