Perry and Tony were on the prowl. They had come to Tanners that night in search of women, like they did every weekend.
Both men were in their mid twenties, in shape from working physical jobs, both were handsome, friendly and charming. And both of them were very comfortable talking to the opposite sex.
In short, they were both usually very successful in finding a horny young lady to go home with. Which was why they were at Tanners.
Tanners had a reputation for a couple of things. Great live music every Friday and Saturday night, and people who just wanted to get laid.
In fact, Tanners was known to everyone who frequented the establishment as the "meat market".
Of course, there were people who went there for the music, but if someone was looking for a good time, a no strings, one night stand hook up, then Tanners was the place to go.
But on this particular night, the pickings were rather slim. The band was an unknown group who had just gotten together, and they hadn't established themselves yet. So The crowd was rather small, and many of the women in attendance were with someone already. Or they had actually come just for the music.
Tony and Perry had arrived early, filled with raging hormones, and found a booth where they could watch the crowd on the dance floor, and of course the band. And to top it off, they had a view of the door, where they could see any new prospects coming in.
Before the band started, they had considered themselves lucky to have scored that booth. Now, as the band worked their way through their third and final set of the night, the two horny young men were thinking that they had used up all their luck finding a booth.
Now it seemed that neither of them was going to have any luck getting laid. They had both approached a few seemingly available women, but they had both been rebuffed each time
They had resigned themselves to just enjoying the music and going home to the apartment they shared without the company of a willing partner.
Meanwhile, across the room, sat Stacy. She was on the far side of the U shaped bar talking to George Tanner, the owner. She was in a seat that she had claimed way before the band started. She liked it because it hid her from most of the other patrons because of the tap system.
Stacy was considerably older than most of the crowd. She occasionally came to Tanners to catch a band with her girlfriends on a girls night out, and they had all been hit on by younger men every time, only to then see the same young man leaving with someone else. So she was well aware of the type of things that went on there.
On this particular night, Stacy had no girlfriends with her. She was flying solo. Her divorce had been finalized two days before, and she was looking for a good time. After being neglected for some time, she was ready to get fucked.
She spent the night watching the crowd, just like Tony and Perry were. George kept her company when he wasn't waiting on other customers, always happy to spend time with a pretty lady.
He kept her glass full, mixing them strong like he always did. It was common knowledge that George was a ladies man himself in his younger years, and plied his female customers with alcohol to help keep their inhibitions low. He seemed to live vicariously through his horny customers.
He knew that besides the live music, his bar's reputation as a singles bar was good for business. Besides, he got a thrill knowing what kind of things went on between his customers.
Stacy was still a knockout at forty three years old. Many people were surprised to learn that she had two grown kids. She could still turn heads with a set of 32C tits, that admittedly sagged when she took her bra off. But she accepted that, she knew she wasn't a young woman anymore.
And while she still had a slender waist, her hips and ass were decidedly thicker than when she was younger. She took comfort in knowing that having a big ass was in fashion thanks to girls like the Kardashians.
Her legs were thicker too, but muscular and firm. She had curly black hair that just reached her shoulders, and very pretty dark eyes.
She had seen Tony and Perry on the other side of the room, but they hadn't noticed her because of where she was sitting. She had watched them try to score with several women throughout the night.
She knew them of course, she had been hit on by both of them on her previous visits to Tanners, as had her other friends. But she had always turned them down, being a faithful wife.
Not that she was never tempted. Her husband had seemed to have no interest in her for the previous few years, and she had suspected that there was someone else.
That was before she found out for sure that her husband hadn't had the same dedication to their marriage as she had. She had been hurt, but not surprised at the news that he was sleeping with his much younger assistant from work.
The cliché was not lost on her. Nor was the irony of the fact that she had never taken the opportunity to have a younger lover herself. She was now determined to make up for it.
Now her marriage was finished, the paperwork had been signed earlier that week, and she hadn't had sex, at least not with another person, in almost two years. She had grown tired of her toys, and needed the physical connection only a real man could provide.
Stacy was torn though, as she found both Perry and Tony attractive in their own way. She had overheard other girls who had hooked up with one or the other of them. They had both received high ratings on their prowess in the bedroom.
The women who frequented Tanners were often found trading notes on various lovers in the ladies room, and a lot could be learned that way.
All of the things Stacy overheard had sounded very appealing. So either one of them would have been a good choice for the night. But therein was the problem, which one did she want?
Both men were attractive to Stacy, as she really didn't have a type. Her ex husband was remarkably different in looks and stature from her previous boyfriend. She'd realized long before that she was attracted to the person, more than what they looked like. She just needed a man, period. So either one of these two would do.
Tony was handsome, with a perfect smile and dark, soulful eyes. He was the shorter of the two, with a broad body. He wasn't fat, but rather stocky and powerful looking.
He kept his head shaved as a way of saying "Fuck You" to his hereditary male pattern baldness, but kept a well trimmed beard and mustache.
Stacy had heard good things about the thickness of his cock, and his staying power. He'd also received high ratings on his oral skills, and Stacy could easily imagine massaging his bald scalp on her way to heaven.
There was one young woman however who had commented on Tony in an unfavorable way. Apparently he had quite a bit of body hair, and that particular woman was freaked out by it.
Stacy had never had a really hairy man, but unlike the woman she'd eavesdropped on, she found herself intrigued by the revelation. She wondered what it would feel like against her body.
Perry on the other hand, was taller, but not skinny. He had a sturdy build. And where Tony would look at home in tights on a wrestling mat, or as a running back on a football team, Perry looked like he belonged as a power forward for a basketball team, or a tight end on a football field.
Perry was also handsome, with a wavy mop of light brown hair. He had hazel eyes and a smile that gave him a mischievous look. And some of his past hookups said he was a lot of fun in bed, imaginative, and very vocal.
Stacy could easily picture herself getting up to mischief with Perry. She was definitely looking for fun. Plus she'd heard that he had an above average cock with a slight upward curve, and that it was more than adequate to please a woman.
Stacy had watched the two would be Lotharios trying to get lucky throughout the night, and knew she could probably hook up with either of them, but couldn't decide which.
She figured that if one of them found a woman for the night, she could let the other know that she was available, and that would solve her problem.
As the night grew on, Stacy found herself getting hornier, and more torn between the two men. She kept running erotic scenarios through her mind that involving each of them, and by the time the band wrapped up, she had herself so wet she could feel it leaking into her panties.
Then, when George made last call and raised the lights indicating it was closing time, Stacy had a revelation. Why did she have to choose?
She had been denied for so long. Her goal that night was to make up for lost time. She decided that having two younger men would definitely fit the bill. She acknowledged to herself that the alcohol might be helping her along with her decision, but she didn't care.
She had a friend who had been the center of a threesome years before in college, and couldn't stop talking about it for weeks. It had given Stacy plenty of fantasies, and she was confident she was able to handle two men at once.
Because while she hadn't had a long list of lovers in her life, she had more than satisfied the ones she'd had. And there had been a couple who couldn't keep up with her.
But that was all before she was married. Once she had met the man she would marry, she was all in. "Till death do we part." She thought ruefully. Well she was still alive, and he was off with someone else. So it was time for her to cut loose.
All the memories of her friend bragging and boasting, with the erotic descriptions of the carnal activities that had happened, came flooding back to Stacy. And she decided that she needed to have that experience herself. She felt like she deserved it.
