"Do I still have it?"
I looked up at my wife, Joy, across the dinner table.
"Pardon?" I said.
"Do I still have the ability to turn guys on or am I too old now?" She asked earnestly.
Grinning, I answered, "Jesus girl, you ask if you turn men on!"
"Well, yes but maybe they see me as "desperate" and not sexy."
It really is amazing that women think like this. She is blonde, very leggy, pretty face and nice tits. Ok at 45 she may consider herself "old" but she certainly knows how to make a man feel good! Experience is a great thing.
"Listen, you could go to any pub in town and get picked up without any problem," I told her easily.
"Well, maybe but I think you are biased" she grinned at me and went on eating.
I looked at her, "go out tonight and see." I challenged her.
She paused, looked at me and said, "What if I do get picked up and they want to fuck me?" She threw the challenge back.
"They will," I said quietly "and if you fancy it, why not?"
"Right, I will," she giggled and went to get changed.
As she got ready to go out, I stayed out of her way and watched TV. I heard the shower running and then it seemed like ages before she came downstairs. When she did she looked stunning. Joy was wearing a tight fitted jumper that emphasized her small, firm breasts well. Her white skin contrasted delightfully with the red of the jumper as the neckline was wide and only held on at the tips of her shoulders. She had pored herself into a pair of stretch jeans which hugged her long legs and pert ass. I wanted to have her there and then!
Giggling, she avoided my grasping hands and slipped a pair of very high-heeled shoes on. I tossed a packet of condoms to her as she picked up her coat and bag and made for the door.
"Thanks! Don't wait up for me darling, I may be some time."
She came home in the early hours of the morning, this is what happened to her while she was out:
As she got off the bus she suddenly began to wonder if she had done the right thing. The nearest pub beckoned and she went tentatively inside. It was dim and as her eyes became accustomed to the light she saw that there was only a few people inside. Getting a drink she sat at a table and waited to see what would happen.
Looking about there was no men who she fancied and felt a touch of disappointment. When a guy from the other side of the bar made a pass at her she looked at him and nearly laughed. He was not her type and there was no way she would let him near her! Fat, beer gut and a smoker! No, she left the bar pretty fast.
Walking along the high street, she felt she should go home but the sound of music from a nearby pub made her stop and think again. Deciding to give it a go she went toward the door.
The bar had quite a few people in it and she was pleasantly surprised. It didn't appear to be a young, rowdy crowd and seemed appealing.
Heads turned as she walked to the bar, which was busy. Struggling to get served she was surprised to see a glass of wine appear in front of her. My wife turned to see a fairly good-looking man holding it out to her.
"Hello" he said with a smile, "I thought you needed some help, wine ok?"
Joy smiled back and said, "Thank you, how did you guess wine?
"Ah easy, a woman like you always drinks wine" he replied.
"A woman like me?" She quizzed.
"Yes, cool, sophisticated and damn sexy too!" He smiled as she blushed and turned to the group of guys behind him. "Hey guys, what do you think of this one then?" Joy giggled as the men looked her up and down.
"Oh wow" one said "Come and join us baby!"
My wife noticed that he said, "come" like "cum" and reached out to take her coat. Giggling slightly she moved to join them. The men shuffled along the bench seats to make room for her. Not too much, they wanted to be close to her. Another glass of wine arrived and was soon followed by another. The men made her the centre of attention and she began to enjoy herself immensely.
It didn't take long for the conversation to turn to sex and she found herself being asked a barrage of leading questions.
What's a girl like you doing out on her own?
Are you married?
Do you have a friend here?
Here, have another drink.
Does your hubby know you are out?
What time do you have to go home?
Do you want to come to my place?
All the while the men on either side of her got closer and closer. She replied as best she could under the barrage of questions and wine and then they got really direct.
Have you cheated on him?
Do you fuck other guys?
Do you fuck girls?
Have you been gang-banged?
Do you want fucking now?
Joy gulped as she realised what was happening. The men each side of her had begun to grope her legs and ass and one had got his hand between her legs. She resisted him by keeping her jeans clad legs tightly shut but slowly she began to relax.
As the man felt the pressure ease, he pushed his hand higher. He got it tight to her pussy through her jeans and began to apply gentle pressure to her crotch. The familiar warm feeling in her pussy took over and my wife opened wide for him with a whimper. She took another glass of wine as the conversation eased a little and some of the men watched her reaction to the groping.
The man on the other side pushed his hand down between her legs and soon she was having her pussy massaged by two hands. It felt nice! Men were clustering round her as the two guys groped her body. They began to kiss her and when one pushed his tongue deep into her mouth she responded willingly and kissed him back hard.
"Shit, she is really hot!" She heard one say.
"She's on for a fuck" said another.
They were right, Joy needed fucking soon.
Warm hands found their way inside her tight jumper and under her lacy bra. Soon her firm breasts were being given the same treatment as her pussy and she was loving it. They had managed to unfasten her jeans but not get inside them yet. My wife moved to help them and finally felt a hand get inside her jeans.
The hand worked under her silk knickers and onto her pussy. Warm fingers probed at her and she wriggled to get them inside her. Slowly the fingers penetrated her wet cunt and began to finger fuck her.
