To my fans:
Here's an event that happened many years ago with my 1st husband. Needless to say things did not work out but we, he did have some fun while it lasted. The story was written by him long ago for another venue.
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My Birthday treat......
It was my 35th birthday, and my wife Mary had promised me a night out on the town. While I was on the golf course with her blessing, she spent the day at work.
I came home looking forward to a hot shower and a glass of wine with Mary before we went out.
To my surprise Mary was nowhere to be found. So I grabbed a beer and headed up to the shower anyway. As I got undressed I noticed a note on my pillow. It said, "Happy Birthday Ken. I had some last minute preparations to take care of for your birthday. Meet me at 'Miners'. Love, Mary."
I was a little taken aback at first. 'Miners' was a little hole in the wall bar down in town and used to be a popular spot for local college kids but in recent years had declined somewhat. It wasn't really a bad part of town but it had seen better days. I couldn't understand why she would want to meet there.
As I showered I thought about the possibilities and came to the assumption that it was some sort of surprise party in a place I wouldn't expect. I was kind of excited about a fun night and quickly cleaned up and dressed. I drove quickly in anticipation of seeing my lovely, sexy wife. I was getting a hard-on thinking about what we would do later and what she might do to please me on my birthday.
I pulled into 'Miners lot'; a little surprised that there weren't more cars. There was only one old pickup and two big Harleys. Mary's car wasn't even there. Had I made a mistake? I figured she just wasn't there yet so I wandered inside to have a beer and wait. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the dark bar, so I slid onto a barstool and ordered a beer. The place was clean and nicer than I had expected. I noticed two bikers sitting at the opposite end of the bar. One was tall and thin with short hair and a moustache. The other was average height but stocky. He was clean-shaven but had long hair. They both tipped their beers to me and said, "How ya' doin?"
"Okay," I answered.
There was also one other guy sitting at a table by himself. He was wearing an old cowboy hat and boots, and was leaning against the wall with his hat down. He was either asleep or just wanted to be alone.
The bartender returned with my beer. He must have seen me checking out the cowboy because he said, "Don't worry about him. That's Slim. He's my bouncer." The bartender turned out to be very friendly and we were soon talking amiably.
After a few moments a woman came out from the back and slid up on a stool next to the tall biker. She was wearing a very tight, short leather skirt. She was also wearing a low cut top that showed off some nice cleavage. Her shoes were suede with short spiked heels, which accentuated her shapely legs. I had to admit that even though she looked a little sleazy, she had a nice body.
I sipped my beer and looked at my watch. I was beginning to wonder about Mary when I heard the woman at the other end of the bar laugh. Suddenly my senses were wide awake. As I stared intently through the dark bar at that woman she turned towards me and smiled. It was Mary. I was too surprised be either mad or glad to see her like that. She whispered something to her biker friend then slid off her stool and walked slowly over to me. Regardless of what I was supposed to feel, my dick was feeling something of it's own as it sprang to full attention. Mary looked very pretty and a little slutty at the same time.
When she got right up next to me she said, "Close your mouth and buy me a drink." God she looked hot! As she stood next to me my eyes drank her in from head to toe. I was so flustered I turned and practically yelled at the bartender for a glass of white wine. I was still a little unsure about the situation but my dick was quickly convincing me that this could be fun.
As Mary slid onto the stool next to me, she parted her legs just enough for me to see her crotch less panties. She then proceeded to ask me my name and if I would mind some company. I was now very excited as I realized we were playing a roll game we had talked about so many times before and that always led to incredible sex. She began to flirt with me, talking and laughing and occasionally touching me just enough to keep me very interested. I, in turn, just stared at her very sexy body, noticing no sign of bra straps, her nipples poking through her shirt. We were really into our scenario when suddenly the tall biker appeared.
"How about a dance?" he said to Mary. I was sure she would turn him down, but instead she downed the rest of her wine, jumped off the stool and let him lead her to the tiny dance floor, smiling back at me as she went. She was definitely playing this role to the hilt and I had to admit, I was enjoying it.
I tried not to stare, instead turning back to the bar and watching her in the mirror. Although they were alone on the dance floor, they moved as if the floor was crowded. Mary seemed to really be into her role as she let the biker "dirty dance" with her a little. He obviously enjoyed grinding into her from behind as she pushed back against him just as enthusiastically. She then turned around and faced him as he held one hand behind the small of her back and pushed his crotch against her leg, with his leg between hers.
More and more people were coming into the bar now and many of them were watching the two of them dance. They must have danced four or five songs that way with the crowd beginning to applaud after each dance. Although I too was enjoying the show, I began to hope Mary hadn't drunk too much and knew what she was doing.
Almost as if reading my mind, the bartender suddenly appeared with a fresh beer and a card. It simply said, "Happy Birthday! I know you'll enjoy this present. I just hope you are as excited right now as I was getting ready tonight. I can't wait to get you home so I can show you how wet you make me. Love, Mary (Your personal slut.)" I couldn't decide which feeling was stronger just then, my love for her or my need to fuck her. I decided they could co-exist equally.
I turned back to the dance floor to see the two of them slow dancing along with a few other couples. God she was sexy! As the song ended, they shared a hug with him lifting her off her feet. I noticed her skirt was even shorter than I first realized as it rode up her muscular thighs.
The biker walked back to his friend and Mary walked over to me. I couldn't help but notice how flushed she was. As she sat on the stool next to me, I leaned over to give her a kiss. She quickly put her hand up and pushed me back saying, "Hold it there, big boy. The least you could do is buy me a drink first."
Needless to say I was taken aback. It was just her way of letting her wanton sexuality come out, without worrying about being a my wife. At these times she was just a beautiful sexual creature.
So I bought her a drink and we made small talk as if we didn't know each other. I asked her about her biker buddies. She told me she had named the shorter one "Bear," which he had liked. She then laughed and said that after dancing with the taller one, she had decided to name him "Snake," for obvious reasons.
I knew her pussy had to be very wet by now. As we talked and laughed, she would occasionally reach over and touch my arm or my leg, very casually, but I was very aware of each and every touch. I wanted to feel her pressing her body against mine, so I asked her to dance. She smiled and told me she'd love to but first she had to go to the little ladies room.
As I waited for her, I couldn't decide if I should let her play this game a little longer of if I should take her home and make love to her before I exploded. As it turned out, it wasn't up to me. Mary walked back toward me with a big smile on her face.
"I hear it's your birthday. Here's a special present from me to you." With that she shoved something into my hand. Before I could say a word she was grabbed from behind by Bear and led toward the dance floor. She looked over her shoulder at me with a smile and shrugged.
I admit I was a little upset over losing my chance to dance with her, but then I remembered that I would be the one going home with her that night. Almost as an afterthought, I recalled her "present." Even though I was pretty sure I knew what it was, I was still pleasantly surprised when I looked down to find her damp crotch less panties sitting in my open hand. I simply laughed to myself and stuck my souvenir in my pocket.
As my attention turned to the dance floor, I was now even more observant, realizing there was just a small leather skirt between Bear and my wife's honey box. And I know how much bears like honey. Bear had obviously paid close attention to Snake and Mary's earlier dances. He was bumping and grinding into her just as much or more than Snake had.
Before long, Mary became the object of many men's affections. She was the life of the party and soon everyone was dancing dirty. At one point she was surrounded by three men who all pressed against her at once. Mary simply threw her hands straight up in the air and laughed.
Because the dance floor was so crowded, it was hard to tell but I was pretty sure there were some wandering hands out there. The more I watched, the hornier I got. Finally, I went out there and grabbed her, just as a slow song started. I'm sure there were more than a few disappointed guys then, but I didn't care. Mary gave me one of her beautiful smiles and pressed tightly against me. As we danced and pushed against each other, my incredible lust for her overtook me.
I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I want you."
Mary smiled up at me mischievously and said, "Is that any way to talk to a lady? Besides, I hardly know you."
I smiled and replied, "Could I please have the honor of fucking you silly?" "Well," she stated, "like I said before, I hardly know you. But since it is your birthday...I'll tell you what," she went on, "I promised Bear and Snake that I would play some pool with them. After that, we'll talk about it."
I thought she was just teasing me, until the song ended and she reached up and kissed me on the cheek and walked away towards her biker pals. I was left standing there dumbfounded with a tent in my pants. I quickly stuck my hands in my pockets and walked back to the bar. As I sat there nursing a beer, the anticipation of getting into my own wife's pants was giving me a bad case of blue balls. I couldn't wait to take my sexy little wife home and bang her until I couldn't move any more.
