After Hours
This story has been written at the request of a reader from Barcelona, Spain. Although this story is a fiction, it has incorporated some aspects of his fantasy. I would like to thank him for his appreciation of my work and for his trust in me to put his fantasy into writing, polish it and make it into an erotica. No human's effort is ever perfect and as such, the readers' understandings would be much appreciated.
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"Bye, dad! I love you! Say that to mom too!" my youngest daughter, Lucia, said.
"Bye, my princess! Take care, study hard and have fun!" I told her.
I ended the Zoom call from my home office. Lucia and Camila were the stars of the family. Beautiful and smart, they were 19 and 20 years old now. Time passed very fast. Both attended universities out of town. They both had magnificent artistic talents. It was no wonder that they ended up in design schools. Camila went to Paris while Lucia chose Milan. Those places were not very far from Barcelona, our hometown, but the pandemic somehow had made travel much more difficult and inconvenient, not to mention the danger of getting infected with the virus.
I stared for while at the small photo beside the computer monitor. Four people were there in the photo. Two small girls, the younger versions of the current Camila and Lucia, were at the front, behind them were Sofi and me. It was taken maybe about 10 years ago during our holiday in Madrid. We were not rich, but I supposed that we were pretty blessed that we always had our needs fulfilled. I and Sofi had been married for 25 years. We were university classmates.
My eyes suddenly focused on the name-card holder beside the photo.
"Diego Garcia, Owner & General Manager, La Taperia Bar & Restaurant"
Although small and maybe not that hippy, the bar was our family business and it had been our family's source of livelihood for the past 23 years. Looking at the name card never failed to give me a sense of pride. Many businesses came and went, but ours had stood the test of time.
"Honey! Are you coming?" the soft voice of Sofi came from the room on the second floor.
"No rush, man! We'll wait for you!" the heavy voice of a man followed.
Their calls made me come back from my dreamland. I turned off the monitor and walked to the second floor. As I climbed the staircase slowly step-by-step, my mind was transported back to the past, sometime about 3 months ago.
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Since the pandemic began, the business in our bar had not been good. Only a few guests came and even they didn't sit for a long time. They left immediately after meals. This affected us greatly as the longer a guest stayed, the more likely he / she spent more by ordering two or three rounds of alcoholic drink.
It came to our realisation that a table at one corner was always occupied by this black muscular guy in his late 20s on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He would stay for 2 to 3 hours and ordered 2 to 3 rounds of cocktails. He seemed to be always occupied by himself. He either read a book, opened his laptop, listened to music or simply checked his phone.
As time passed, either I or Sofi would make casual talk to him. His name was Abegunde and he was Nigerian. He was studying for a master degree in a local university and he lived not far from our house. We found that he did photography as both a hobby and a side job. In the current situation, there was almost no work as many industries were struggling. So, he spent most of his free time hanging out in our bar.
One night, we were about to close and Abegunde went to the counter to pay for 3 rounds of cocktails. As he settled the bill, he showed us a photo of us, me and Sofi behind the bar counter smiling at each other. In the photo, it was obvious that we were not young anymore. Some wrinkles were on our faces, signs of the years which had gone by. I was amazed at his photography skill. He took exactly the right moment to capture such a beautiful image.
"For you two!" he said.
"Oh... No! This is not necessary!" Sofi said politely.
"No! Please! I've had a good time in this bar," he said. "While I'm here, I'd like to show off my photography skill a bit!" he grinned.
"That's so nice of you, man!" I told him while tapping his left shoulder.
Since that moment, he often sat at the bar counter, talking and sometimes flirting a bit with Sofi. Sofi was usually very demure, but with Abegunde, she somehow opened up. I guess it was also because of the alcohol. Abegunde liked to toast with us, so whenever he was around, we would have at least 2 or 3 glasses of cocktails.
About two weeks later, on Thursday, I had to go to the nearby liquor shop to urgently purchase a few bottles of vodka. We ran out of it and the scheduled supply would only come on Sunday.
"Just tell customers that we run out of vodka!" Sofi suggested.
"No, no! I'll go and buy a few bottles. No bar should say that it runs out of liquor," I told her while assuring her that my trip would take less than 45 minutes.
"Ok, fine! I'll close the bar then!" she said.
It was 10.30 pm. Our closing time on weekday was 11 pm, so it was just right that we started to wash and tidy up things.
As I went to my car passing by the counter, I tapped Abegunde's right shoulder.
"Where're you going, man?" he inquired.
"Getting some urgent supply!" I told him. "I'll be back soon!"
As I drove to the liquor shop 2 km away from our bar, suddenly, the thought of Sofi and Abengunde being the only people in the bar came to my mind.
Nothing! Nothing will happen!
I thought to myself. I was not sure where that thought came from. I knew the terms "hotwife" and "cuckold". I got to know these two words when browsing some adult videos in the internet. I found them to be strange fetishes and I tried not to think much of them. However, I had to admit that they turned me on a little.
Nothing! Nothing will happen!
I repeated the words inside my head. However, the more I repeated it, the harder my cock became. I couldn't control this feeling.
I arrived at the liquor shop, bought 30 bottles of vodka and immediately drove back. I felt that my underwear was slightly wet because of my pre-cum. I felt awkward that I felt excited at this point of time.
After about 20 minutes, I finally arrived back at my bar. For some reason, I parked my car about 50 metres away from my bar and then, proceeded to walk back. The lights were already turned off. I entered from the rear door quietly. I left the vodka in my car.
What am I doing? This is my own place!
my mind talked to me. I couldn't explain my own action.
I opened the door to the main seating area quietly. My heart beat fast. Sofi was standing at the counter. Abegunde was sitting at the other side of the counter. They faced each other. The left lace of Sofi's tank top was at the side of her left upper arm and she didn't bother to lift it up. They were flirting as usual. However, the flirting today was different. As I observed more, I noticed the bulge in Abegunde's shorts. It was big. For a moment, I wondered if what the adult videos and rumours said about black men was true.
The cleavage of Sofi's D-cup boobs was very visible and the silhouette of her erect nipples could be seen through her tank top's fabric. Abegunde stole glances at her beautiful assets several times. The blush on Sofi's face told him, and me, that she was aware of his action and in fact, she was having a good time.
She is aroused!
I thought to myself.
From where I hid, I could hear their conversation.
"About 10 inches!" Abegunde said.
"That's huge!" Sofi replied with an expression of surprise.
I could guess what they were talking about and the topic of their conversation made my cock twitch with excitement. I deduced that soon or later, something would happen. I couldn't believe that my seemingly innocent wife would talk about cock size with another guy. For a moment, I contemplated what I would need to do. My cock was rock hard now and the bulge on my pants was hard to hide. Finally, a few seconds later, I made the decision. I would just give this situation a gentle push and see where it would lead.
