The following story is based on real events. To be perfectly honest, I may have embellished some of the details to make the story more erotic, interesting, fun and intense to read. I hope you enjoy and like reading my story as much as I did writing it for you.
This story involves only adults 18 and over. The bar this story takes place at, requires patrons to be 21 to enter. I'm pretty sure there may have been people under 21 at the bar, but not that I was able to tell as I am to old for them to interact with me.
My girlfriend of over two years decided to leave me alone to make a trip back home to visit family for the weekend. My week went pretty much as usual and when the weekend came, I was there to see her off. I created a travel bag of goodies filled with her favorite items for the drive. She gave me a kiss, a hug and told me not to pickup any strange women while she was away. As she drove away, her parting words hung heavy on my mind. We had been together for a few years and I'd never met any strange women, and certainly had not ever gone looking for them. To my knowledge (perhaps I was wrong) she hadn't either...
As I got in my car to drive home, I couldn't get my mind off the words and what she had said. I'm not a jealous guy, but something told me she was going back home to visit more than just family. Only the cheater would accuse the innocent of cheating.
When I got home I turned on the TV to distract me and my thoughts. I flipped through channels to see what was on and of interest. Nothing really looked like it would do until I came across a program called of all things, "Cheaters". I watched for a little bit and that's when it hit me. The show featured a woman who lived with a guy and was cheating on him with a another guy.
My heart sunk as I recognized many of the same things that I had noticed in my girlfriend these past weeks, maybe months. I wasn't really sure. I suddenly realized that she had been doing almost the same exact things I was watching this lady on TV do to her boyfriend. Her phone would ring and she'd get up and go to the other room to talk to the person calling. When she came back, it was always, "that was my mom... sister... etc. She would make excuses about working late. Cancel our plans at the last minute. It was almost like I was watching a TV show about our life. My heart sank as the realization of what she was doing hit home. How could I have missed the signs. Everything was there the whole time. I guess when you Love someone you don't want to acknowledge what your heat knows.
Being a single (never married) bachelor for many years, I knew what I had to do. Although my heart and deepest feelings for her, didn't want me to. My heart was so full of Love for this woman. How? Why?
After some time passed and the shock wore off, I decided to call her to make sure she had made it to her destination ok. I picked up the phone and dialed... her mother answered the phone and we exchanged pleasantries. When I asked to speak to her daughter, there was a pause and I could hear the surprise in her voice. She hadn't seen her and thought she was with me at home this weekend. That's when I knew for sure. Everything I didn't want to believe. The fear and pain were real. It was over. We were over.
The more I thought about the events of the day, the more it hurt. Then it happened, in an instant, all of those feelings, pain and thoughts of sorrow turned to anger.
I really wanted to do something, but knew it was probably better if I didn't. I've read so many accounts in the newspaper of the same thing. A person found out their Lover was cheating on them and acted on their anger. Only to have it end in tragedy. The hurt lover killing the other person and their new friend. Deep down, I knew she wasn't worth it. I didn't want to spend the next 25 years rotting in a jail cell with a 400 pound room mate named tiny.
After many more thoughts ran through my head, I knew what I had to do. Get over it. Get over her, the pain and the anger. Time to move on. Cleanse my heart.
That's when the thought hit me. Perhaps it was revenge, maybe pay back. I don't really know for sure as so many thoughts and feelings were racing through my head. Some how, some way, I felt the best and only way was to head out, celebrate being a free man again and finding somebody better. Some one worthy of me and my love I have to give.
Friday night in the big city I thought. I didn't want to be alone. I wanted to go where all the beautiful ladies hung out. I showered, got dressed and hit the road to the place in town where all the single bars were. My thought was that way if one place was slow or full of guys, I could easily cross the street to another bar, looking for better odds. It had been a long while since I'd been out on the prowl. I figured that I would be rusty for sure, but the thought put a smile on my face. Out of 20-30 hot single bars in town, I was about to land in a place where the odds were mysteriously in my favor that night. I had heard other guys at bars talking about "to many dicks at the trough." More often than not, that was always my luck.
Tonight, my luck had changed. The Karma Gods were smiling upon me and dealing me a sweet hand of unbelievable luck. This place was all women. Must have been 5 or 6 women to 1. It was an oddity in favor of the guys. There were women every where. And talk about gorgeous, these ladies were beautiful. I ponied up to the bar to check out the scene for the best vantage spot. I think that I was secretly hoping that I'd run into a friend of my girlfriend's, so that she could report that she saw me out and about. I looked around the bar and tried to pick only one. A lucky lady to adorn with my attention. Trouble was, there was just so many. Trying to pick one as a target was going to be difficult. I knew, I was up to the task. There were so many, what was I going to do?
Fortunately, I had read an article in Men's magazine recently. The author had said something to the effect that when out on the prowl, looking to pickup a woman, choose the lady that was drinking wine. The beer drinking woman just wants to have fun, the ladies drinking hard liquor (think straight Tequila night) were there to drink their sorrows away. Armed with this handy tidbit of knowledge I began to observe the women more closely.
With my radar tuned in, I began to acquire possible targets. As luck would have it, the DJ played a slow dancing (Yay!) song. I sauntered over to a remarkable lady drinking white wine at a table full of beauties. She saw me coming her direction. I thought I noticed a good sign when her face lightened up and a smile grew in her eyes. As I approached her, I think she notice a "Wow" slipped out of my lips. She was even better looking up close than from across the room. As I opened my mouth to speak, she raised her left hand to show my her wedding ring. Man! Was this day ever going to end I thought to myself?
I looked at her ring and asked her if she was bragging or complaining?
Her and the other attractive ladies at her table laughed. I knew I was in. I told her I wasn't looking for wife, just someone lonely to dance with. She turned to look at her friends for their reaction. Every single one of them were nodding their heads yes. I think I even detected a little jealousy in their eyes. She took my hand and lead me to the dance floor. I even noticed a little sashay in her walk as her shapely tush moved side to side. She turned to face me (looking at my eyes for a reaction), then pulled me in close to her. I liked this married woman. The smell of her floral perfume somehow made my blood rush south. I felt a warm feeling in my pants. I leaned in closer to her to get a better smell... she held me tighter and began to rub her body against mine in time to the music. That was just the gas I needed to pour on the fire building in my pants. My natural reaction caused her to giggle as she could feel my firmness pressing back against her body. She turned toward my face, gave me a peck on the cheek and said I like you too.
I gave her hug as we swayed to the music. Each one of us pressing back against each in response. We exchanged names and the next 3 songs passed very quickly. Before I knew it, the DJ had changed to club dancing music. The floor was clearing and she reluctantly let me go. I told her that I needed to walk behind her back to the bar... if you know what I mean. She chuckled in agreeance and told me that she needed to walk behind me to hide a wet spot that had grown between her thighs. Of course always the gentleman, I walked in front of her back to her table where her friends were watching the two of us like chaperones at a catholic girl's school. I think it was about this time I realized they weren't staring not at me, but the tent in my pants their friend had created. I looked each one in the eye, smiled then winked at them. I felt so confident that I had just danced like that with a married lady.
My new friend sat carefully back down (so that her obvious wet spot was hidden by the table) with her friends at their table and I returned back to my vantage spot at the bar. I had a policy against dating married woman, so I knew it wouldn't be a long friendship, but at least maybe someone to dance with again the next round of slow songs if my radar failed to acquire a more promising target. Something I was pretty sure would happen in this environment.
I ordered another drink and resumed my scan for potential new girlfriends. I'm not sure how long I was there nursing my drink, the time past pretty quickly listening to the music. I watched girls come and go (obviously not very many guys at this place) walking through the bar, then leaving to find more promising odds at another bar across the street.
There was a group of younger girls that seemed to own the dance floor. Holding their drinks (Beer) in one hand, holding their other hand in the air, shaking their hips, butts and other particularly attractive things that jiggle. It was a real show and I was truly enjoying the view from my spot at the bar.
I started hoping to hear the DJ play a slow song again... when "she" walked in the bar.
