A happily married couple spent an odd Friday night in a seedy little bar at the edge of town. They shared two bottles of beer and had two shots on the table of the booth they occupied. Both of them were a bit overdressed for this particular establishment.
While they weren't exactly in a biker bar, they were surrounded by men and women that were a bit rougher looking. Skin was adorned with ink, and bodies were clothed in denim and leather.
Abigail and Jared had just come from the theater, and they stood out like a sore thumb. Coming to this bar was a bit of an impulse decision. Jared wore a white shirt. His dinner jacket was folded on the bench beside him. Abigail was wearing a long, black dress. It had a deep slit in the skirt and it showed off ample cleavage.
"What about that guy?"
Curious, Abigail turned to look at the man her husband pointed out. Just as quickly, she turned back.
"Oh, no way. He is much too beardy for my tastes. But I did spot a man at the bar that looks hot."
Jared scanned the bar. His eyes fell on a man with half-long blonde hair and a blue flannel shirt. He was sitting by himself, drinking scotch. Jared looked back at his wife and shot her a naughty smile.
"I agree. He does look hot. So are we going to do this?"
Abigail did not answer. Instead, she took her shot and knocked it back, leaving a print of red painted lips on the rim. She got up and was about to walk off when Jared grabbed her hand.
"I love you." He said with a smile beaming across his face. "I can't believe we're doing this."
"I love you too baby. Just sit back and enjoy."
Abigail took a deep breath and took off. Her ass swayed as she walked towards her latest target. Without saying anything, she sat down on the bar stool next to him. Her hand raised to flag down the bartender. Showing more confidence than she actually had in her, she ordered a drink. Jared's heartbeat sped up as the man immediately showed interest in his wife.
"Well hello there, pretty lady. What brings someone like you to a dump like this?"
"Good evening. Me and my husband over there just wanted to extend our night out."
The man looked over to Jared. Then he looked back at Abigail with a hint of confused amusement on his face.
"That explains why you're in the building. That doesn't explain why you're at the bar and your old man is all the way over there."
Abigail paid for her drink and looked the man straight in the eyes.
"Because I saw you sitting here. My name is Abigail."
"David." He gently shook her hand. "Well you found me. What can I do for you?"
"Oh, I am just looking to make a drunk mistake in a dive bar. It's been a fantasy for a while." She said with a naughty smirk on her face. Her hand placed on his leg while she took a sip from her glass.
"Oh really?" David's eyebrows raised. "And what does your husband think about that?"
Abigail looked back at Jared, who was watching them intently.
"He's rooting for you as we speak. Probably impatiently."
David was speechless, but that didn't last long. He got off his bar stool and smoothly put his hand on Abigail's waist. His other hand disappeared through the slit of her dress. Abigail sighed as she felt his hand exploring more of her leg. Desperately, she leaned in to kiss him. His stubble scratched her chin as he kissed her back. He tasted like alcohol and cigarettes. Completely different from her neat and tidy husband. David's cheap cologne was intoxicating to her.
"Come on, girl. Let's go make your damn mistake." He growled into her ear as his fingers finally found the lace of her panties.
"Yes. Please." Abigail gasped as David's rough fingertips rubbed her clit through the thin lace of her underwear.
Quickly, they finished their drinks. David put some bills on the bar and helped Abigail off her bar stool. Urgently, he started ushering her towards the bathroom.
"Here?" Abigail questioned him with a hint of hesitation.
"Of course. You wanted a genuine dive bar experience."
"Have you fucked more girls in here?"
"Never one as pretty as you." He winked at her.
This broke all of Abigail's defenses. Now completely obedient, she followed him into the bathroom. David quickly opened the available stalls and picked one that was clean enough.
"Get in." He ordered as he kissed her again and felt one of her boobs through her dress.
Abigail did not object and entered the stall. Her panties were already drenched and clung to her skin. As soon as he locked the stall door behind him, he pulled down her dress. Abigail's D-cups spilled out.
"Holy shit." David gasped before bending down to suck on one of her nipples.
She threw her head back, enjoying the attention. For the first time, she ran her hands over his chest. His pecs felt rock hard and she needed to see more of his body. Determined to get his pants off, she put down the lid of the toilet and sat down. Her hands were shaking with nerves as she started undoing his belt buckle.
Meanwhile, back at the booth, Jared had enough of waiting for his wife. A lot of eyes from all over the bar had been on him. Pretty much everyone had a fairly good idea of what was going on. Some of the patrons were looking at Jared with big grins, and others looked at him with contempt or disgust.
Ignoring all the staring, he got up and followed his wife and her new lover into the bathroom. The moment he walked into the room, he could hear the sweet giggles of his Abigail from one of the stalls. Luckily, the next stall was empty, so he got in and locked the door.
"Here sweetheart. Let me help you."
