From the early days of our relationship. My husband Bruce has always wanted me to dress sexy. He insisted on short skirts, sexy undies and stockings, never pantyhose. He didn't like for me to wear pants. If I did, they had to be skin tight. Shorts were too long, if my butt cheeks were not in view. It wasn't that it was a demand or that he was controlling. He was constantly insistent. At times he would even beg. He seemed to feed off other guys feasting their eyes on me. In any social situation he would call my attention to a guy checking me out. In any gathering where there was dancing. He would encouraged me to dance with other males. If other guys asked me to dance he was always very agreeable. When we arrived home the questions would start.
"What did he say to you? Where did he touch you?"
When someone did get naughty in some way. I would give him a complete account of what happened. This would turn Bruce into a wild-man. These were the times when we had the best sex of our marriage. If I had nothing to share. The sex was mediocre at best or we may not have sex at all. I began exaggerating and at time even manufacturing the whole story. Just to get him excited. I would flirt and tease in hope of creating a story to tell.
Numerous times over the years he has suggested that I have sex with other men.
That always got a "No, Never or Not going to happen."
This became normal for us and it went on for years. This kept our sex life hot.
After about 11 years of marriage, something happened that changed things. It was on a Friday night and we had gone out to dinner. As we were leaving the restaurant .
Bruce said, "It's still early and we have the sitter. Lets stop at a bar to have a drink."
When we reached the bar. Bruce said, "You go on in, get a spot and I'll be in shortly."
"Okay" I said, "So we are going to do that thing." We had done this in the past. I walk into a bar alone. Let guys buy me drinks. Dance with me and whatever. Bruce comes in alone sits off to the side and watches. I was okay with playing around with some strange men. Then going home to some great sex.
I walked in, scanned the crowd. There were lots of men and only a few women. None of the women were alone.
Before I could get settled on a bar stool and adjust my short skirt. A guy was there.
He said, "May I buy you a drink?"
I said, "Sure, not going to turn down a free cocktail."
"What will you have?" He asks.
I thought to myself. Bruce is driving and this guy is buying. So I said, "I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea."
My new friend parked in the stool beside me and said. "I'm Neal."
"Glad to meet you Neal, I'm Lynn."
He was extremely handsome and had a nice athletic body. He was a few years my junior. Estimating his age, I was thinking maybe 26 or 27. I was about 32 at the time. He had spotted my wedding ring.
He ask, "Does your Husband know you are sitting in a bar all alone?"
"Yes," I answered, "He should be along sooner or later. I'm sorry I should have warned you before accepting the drink."
"Oh, don't worry about that, I wanted to buy you a drink. You are the most sexy female in the place. I'll buy you drinks all night just to sit here with you. I won't lie though. You being, you and those long sexy legs."
His boldness excited me. I wanted to hear more. I turned my stool in his direction to give him a better view. My skirt was so short that my stocking tops were in view. , Feasting his eyes, he said, "Oh yes, they are fantastic and I love stockings. I love red panties as well."
I giggled as I tried to cover. "I didn't mean to show you those."
Neal said, "Well I look forward to your next accident."
"You like coming into bars and looking up ladies dresses?"
He replied, "Well that isn't the soul reason I'm here. Though I will enjoy that as a bonus."
He added, "If you'll slide off your bar-stool to dance with me. I promise to keep my eye high, so I don't see your undies."
I did and we had the first of several dances. He was charming, handsome and those strong arms felt so good when he held me in a slow dance. Plus, the cologne he was wearing was fantastic. We danced and drank for over 2 hours. During that time, we had moved to a booth. I was on my 3rd long Island iced tea. He had continuously gotten and more bold. Not only had his hands been all over me. He rubbed what felt like a pretty big cock against me several times. Finally, during a slow romantic dance, he kissed me. I was not only tipsy but getting really turned-on. I accepted it and kissed him back. He pushed his Tongue into my mouth while he ran his hands over my ass.
When the kiss ended I realized this was getting dangerous. I was very turned on and getting drunk. I had to get Bruce involved before I got myself in trouble.
When we arrived back at the table. I said, " You have kissed me, felt me all over and I don't even know your last name."
Neil said, "Doesn't that add to the excitement?"
I just laughed as I reached in my purse for my phone.
Dialing Bruce and he answered quickly. I said. "Where are you?"
Bruce answered, " Sitting here at the bar watching you and your new friend. You guys going to get a room?"
"NO! I've been waiting for you to join us."
Neal's facial expression read disappointment. When he found out Bruce was sitting at the bar watching. It quickly changed to a look of someone who had just made a big discovery.
Bruce came over and Neal greeted him very cordially. The booth would accommodate three people, Bruce still however pulled up a chair to sit on the outside.
Neal said to Bruce. "Let me buy you a drink."
Neal didn't wait for a reply and signaled for the waitress. When She arrived, Neal Said, "Jack n coke and another Long Island for the Lady and." All eyes to Bruce for his order.
Bruce Ordered, "Cuervo Black and ginger ale please."
