Tuesday evenings seemed different recently, but I couldn't figure out why. Tuesday nights she came home later than usual from her work bar tending at a volleyball club in the past month or so, she was getting much better tips than usual, and she came into bed really horny. This Tuesday I lay in bed awaiting her excited entrance to bed, imagining all kinds of reasons why she'd come in so excited—and when she did this evening, rolling over away from me to my surprise, I wasn't having that.
My hard on was raging, and I rolled her over to her back and climbed on top, giving her a big smooch and spreading her thighs—those incredibly firm but creamy 23 year old athletic thighs and positioned my dick at her wonderful slit, into which I slipped right in, right into an entirely swollen, spread, stretched out, cum-filled pussy.
"What the hell?" I said.
I pulled out and looked down at her now tearstained face. "Honey, honey—what happened?"
I was surprised, shocked, and even more turned on that I had been prior.
"I have to tell you something," she said between tears—"and can you forgive me?"
"I guess you do," I replied—"and I do, I promise."
"Well, it began a few weeks ago—there became a new Tuesday night regular group of guys, from a nearby office, who were making this their boys night, playing a few hours and drinking a few more. It's dead in there those nights—they are usually the only ones there, and their tips kept getting better as we got friendlier—and as I got more flirty. It was two older guys—upper forties, big and strong and bossy guys—and two young guys, like interns or something."
"Last week they came in to the bar very worked up—they'd just gotten a major new client, a big contract, and were psyched. They put down three hundred dollar bills, and said 'tonight, honey, we want a topless waitress—you don't mind do you?'"
"Well you know how totally stressed out we've been about money, and I'd already helped myself to a few drinks, and before I knew it I said sure- and boy was it fun. I couldn't tell you, I was so ashamed, but they never stopped staring and it got me so hot."
"Then tonight—well tonight—maybe it is easier for you to understand if you watch for yourself. I grabbed the security video of the bar before I left, and as you'll watch you'll realize why."
She turned on the video, and I saw her come out to the guys—already topless! "I couldn't help myself" she whispered to me, "It was so fun last time, and the tips!"
I saw the excitement and hunger in their eyes, and then I saw the big boss's desire to up the stakes. "Hey hon," he said., —"tonight the skirt needs to come off too," —and puts down another three hundreds.
My honey pretended to hesitate and blushed—"I don't know guys, that's a lot to ask, what do you think I am?"
He put down another two hundreds, and before you knew it off came the skirt—revealing only a g-string. She'd come prepared for this possibility.
Now the hungry eyes became hungrier, and the stares more unrelenting. She delivered them drinks, bending over to show the curve of her ass and the sway of her tits—and how could they resist patting that beautiful ass, even running hands up and down those thighs I love so much. They bought her a shot, then another—and I could see what was happening—her excitement was rising fast, and her inhibitions crashing.
Then came a moment that completely churned my insides—when the big boss said to her, "hey honey, did you know Tom here, he's a virgin."
