On Thursday Evening I Get Picked Up (On Purpose This Time)
My name is Jan I'm 48 years old. I work as an office manager for a large corporation in Hartford. I do very well for myself as does my husband. Back in the day, I was a cheerleader, I was not one of the small skinny ones that could be tossed around.
I am all most six feet tall and was gifted with a pretty face and a very well-proportioned body. I still have natural 36 D breasts. They are just right for my frame, but not to brag they have never sagged. They have just a slight little jiggle in them, you know the set of tit's that a man has a hard time looking me in the eye while talking with me. I also am not afraid to flaunt them. I also have long full silky chestnut brown hair that flows way down to the middle of my back almost to my ass. I also have A smaller waist and a very nice shapely ass and legs that go on forever so I am told. Men still stop and look when I pass them. If I am aware I shake it a little bit extra to give them a show. At my age, I can still do a split and I do yoga at least three times a week. I love wearing lingerie under my business suits and when I'm wearing my jeans for that matter. That was my only vice in life.
My newest vice happened because while having sex with my husband he would always tell me he wanted me to have sex with other men and come home then tell him all about it. Well, three months ago I hooked up with this very cute guy at a lounge after a business function for the place I work.
I had a few too many drinks at the diner and then in the lounge. We dance and he ended up with his hands all over my ass. I don't know why but I did not stop him, he was also grinding his hard slab of meat into my pelvis. It felt good and that got me all worked up. one thing led to another and we ended up in the back seat of my car like teenagers making out and feeling each other up. I had the incoming sound on my phone turned off and dialed my husband so he could listen to us. I ended up jerking him off and he fingered me to a rather nice and wet orgasm in the hotel garage.
Afterward, we went out for breakfast and I asked him what his biggest fantasy was. He said it would be taking a beautiful married woman like myself home and fucking her in front of her husband. (Yes, he said fuck her not make love to her.) At that point, my pussy gushed and I knew his and Frank's fantasy would come true that night. I also knew I did not have any feelings for him it was only lust and that Frank and my marriage would not suffer one bit. So I called Frank and asked him if it would be OK to bring him home. He said, "Sure I've been waiting all these years for you to try it why not do it right here so I can watch. It will be like having my own private porn show staring my own hot wife."
This guy ended up being a very skilled lover and we all had a lot of fun. Me having fantastic sex with him, him having a strange piece of ass, and my husband filming us. But the next day ass hole had decided he was no longer a guest and was now in charge and informed us he was going to fuck my ass without even asking if I was OK with it or if I did or did not like anal. So my husband and I set him straight, and we took him back to his hotel and sent him on his way.
So that leads me up to tonight. I'm at a very small hole-in-the-wall tavern on Prospect Ave, this street separates the towns Hartford of West Hartford. The street we live on is right across the street. The tavern is famous for its pizza and draws people from across the state mostly for take-out. I went down to the end of the bar and asked the two guys that were standing just around the corner if they were using the empty bar stool. They said no and one even pulled it out so I could sit on it.
I was wearing a skirt that came to my mid-thigh with a slit up the side. When I claimed onto the stool it rode even higher and you could clearly see my silk black nylons and the straps from my garter belt along with a very good amount of my upper thigh, it was now barely covering my panties. I looked over at the men they, were watching I smiled shyly and made an attempt to pull it down some.
One said, "Don't do that on our account we love the view."
So I stopped trying to adjust it.
Just then John the bartender yelled over "The usual Jan"
I answered, "Yes John."
He brought me a beer and one of the guys said, "Put it on on my tab John."
While I waited for my beer, I was also checking them out and they looked just like what I was hoping to find for my planned night of fun. They looked to be in their late thirties and both were very good-looking and very fit. I picked up my phone and speed-dialed my husband's phone and muted my incoming sound and placed it on the bar as soon as I saw that he had answered it.
Then I said, "So you two like looking up my skirt?"
"Do you like what you have seen so far?" I said as I played with the hem of my skirt.
"Yes you can bet those sexy legs of yours on that, and it's better than the crack house we have been staking out all day."
"So you two are cops?"
"You can say that we are federal agents the DEA," The taller one said.
"So how do a couple of feds know about this hole-in-the-wall place,", I asked.
"I use to live in Connecticut and it has the best pizza around without having to drive down to New Haven."
"Oh I see, are either of you married?", I asked.
"No both divorced. Why do you ask?"
"Because you both look hot and I have a rule I don't sleep with married men."
My phone got a text so I turned my stool around and read it, it was from Frank it said: "I can make the house look empty for you if you want."
The short guy said, "So I see rings on your finger does your husband know you fool around."
"Sure he does, I am his hot wife. He also likes to watch me in action and tape me while I'm having fun, would that be something that would turn you two off?"
"Shit no, is that an invitation?" The tall one asked.
"It could be,", I said as I got off the stool my skirt rode all the way up and they had no problem seeing my wet silk panties as I did. I walked around to the side of the bar and stood between them then finished.
"It depends on what you are packing."
The shorter one said, "Our guns are in the car locked up."
I placed a hand on each of their crouches and said: "That's not what I was talking about."