Chapter 2 : New Life Begins
While driving to the club, Trisha's mind was flourished with thoughts. She knew that eventually Jacob would push on this fantasy much the same way he had done with others. While she loved him more than anything and succumbed to his fetishes, never had one involved anyone else before. The thought of toeing the line of infidelity was quite overwhelming. Her ex husband, with whom she had her 2 kids with, was quite the jealous type. The idea of her even looking at another man would send him into a fit of rage. On the other hand, there was no denying the sheer arousal she experienced when she let herself drift into this fantasy world. The feeling of another man, touching her, kissing her and thrusting his cock inside her instantaneously made her leak into her panties with excitement. She lost herself in the moment, imagining being ravished by another....
Trisha... Trisha? Exclaimed Jacob.
Snapping back into reality she replied, huh?
We are here replied Jacob.
Jacob exited the car and went around and opened her car door for her. Though not as prominent as it once was, Jacob at times would still express some chivalry from time to time which would remind her of just how lucky she was to have a man that still did the little things.
As they walked to the front door, it was clear from the plethora of cars in the lot that this place was quite well known. As they opened the door they were met abruptly with the sound of music playing. The bar directly to the front of them was laid out in an L shape with a series of barstools, many occupied. To the back right of the bar area was a dance floor you would expect to find in the movies where the ecstasy was running rampant. In the front left was a series of couches and love seats. Most were occupied with people chatting amongst themselves. One in particular caught both of their eyes. A woman was straddled on the lap of a man as they were passionately kissing. From their angle it was hard to tell for sure, but it seemed as if her hand was deep inside his pants. Trisha and Jacob walked up to the bar.
What can I get you the bartender asked.
I will have a Jack and Coke Jacob replied.
Dirty martini for me exclaimed Trisha.
After getting their drinks they moved over to one of the tables that overlooked the dance floor and sat down.
Jacob scanned around the dance floor. Mostly the norm, girls dancing in groups, some girls had a guy to dance with, guys around the dance floor scoping out the groups of girls. It all seemed like 19 years ago when he was 21. Jacob's gaze quickly fixated to the back corner of the dance floor. He could see a woman with her legs wrapped around a rather tall and muscular man. His hands held onto her ass as he was moving her up and down. She wore a short skirt that had ridden up exposing her fit and tone ass. Taking a closer look he finally came to realize that the woman was being impaled on the man's cock as he was thrusting her up and down. Though hard to make out fully, he could see that his cock was massive. His mind quickly started to wonder what it would be like to see Trisha impaled by the monster cock that they were all bearing witness too. Quickly Jacob snapped back to reality and looked at Trisha. From the look of pure awe on Trisha's face he could tell her attention had been drawn to the same couple.
Jacob noticed her drink was already gone. Would you like another drink honey? He asked.
Trisha barely noticed he was speaking to her replied, What? Oh a drink? Yes that would be great.
Jacob started to get up when they were greeted by a younger gentleman. Jacob estimated he was in his early 30s, dark hair, green eyes. A little taller than himself at 6'1" or so, he had an athletic build. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt that showed off the definition of his arms Jacob already felt a sense of excitement as he knew this was Trisha's type.
Hello I'm Shawn said the man. Would the lady like another drink?
Trisha looked at Jacob for reassurance. Jacob simply nodded his head in approval. Trisha politely said, I'm Trisha and this is my husband Jacob. Yes a dirty martini would be wonderful.