It was the first time I was ever in the place. A cocktail lounge in a small bedroom community on the outskirts of Tampa Fl. I decided to drop in on the spur of the moment.
I had no where to be on this rainy Friday night. My last girlfriend left me when I refused to let her move in with me. She was a nice enough girl and a great lay. Her only problem was she didn't know how to pick up after herself. I hated going over to her apartment because there was junk lying all over the place.
So here I was once more on my own. Looking to score a new girlfriend or at least score period. It didn't take me long to figure out that I picked the wrong bar to hangout in. There were three other couples in the place and that was it. Even the bartender seemed bored.
I was just about ready to give up and go looking for someplace with a little more excitement when in she walked. She stood about five eight in her five inch fuck me pumps. Her long blond hair hung down her back to just above her waist. Her little black dress seemed to be painted on her as it hugged her curvy body, and did she have some curves. Her breasts stood out like two missiles on her chest and her cleavage looked awfully inviting. Her legs were lean like a dancer.
She sat at the bar and ordered herself a drink. I nursed the remainder of my drink as I kept an eye on her. She didn't seem to waiting for anyone. She never looked at her watch or the clock on the wall above the bar.
When I saw that she was almost finished with her first drink I got the bartender's attention and ordered one for myself and one for the lady. When the bar tender told her I wanted to buy her a drink she studied me for a second then nodded her head.
Once she had her drink, she raised her glass and mouthed a thank you. I did the same in acknowledgement. A smile came to her lips and her eyes sparkled. I took this as a sign that she was alone and wasn't expecting company.
I picked up my drink and walked over to her. The closer I got the better looking she got. I saw she didn't use a lot of make up but just enough to enhance her beauty. Her eyes, were a vivid blue and her fingernails were long and well manicured. When I saw the wedding ring and the large diamond ring I knew she was married.
I don't care for messing around with other guys wives, it just something I'm not comfortable with. So I figured I would make some small talk and then I'd be on my way. I introduced myself then and if I could sit next to her. She readily agreed and introduced herself to me.
Two drinks later and close to an hour I knew all about her. We talked about our jobs and what our likes and dislikes were. She had an easy manner about her and she was easy to talk to. I definitely stayed longer then I intended.
It was already close to midnight and we were the only ones left in the bar with the exception of the bartender. He was looking as if he wanted to close but couldn't say so.
"It looks like the bartender wants us out of here." I told her.
"Yea he sure does. Do you want to come over to my place for a nightcap? She asked. Like I said I don't like messing with other guy's wives, but this one was almost too hard to say no to.
"I'd love to come over, but what would your husband say?" I asked nodding to her wedding ring. She looked to where I was looking and quickly covered her ring as a blush came to her face.
"Oh he's...umm away with his buddies fishing." She told me. I knew that was a lie. She took too long to answer me.
I wanted to get her someplace more private to find out what was going on. The bartender was doing everything to let us know that he wanted to close up. So I threw a five on to the bar as a tip and Joy took my arm and we walked outside.
I took Joy to her car, which she opened with her remote. Just before getting in she asked, "So are you coming over or not?"
"I'd love to, but I'm still not sure about your husband. I don't think he's away fishing with his buddies. Would you like to tell me what's really going on with the two of you."
Joy looked at the ground and thought a moment before saying. "There's a all night diner down the street. Why don't we go there and have some coffee and I'll try to explain what's going on. I really like you and I have a debt I have to fulfil."
Ten minutes later Joy and I we're sitting drinking coffee. The waitress went back to her crossword puzzle leaving us alone to talk.
"It started a few months ago. My husband Jeff and I had a disagreement over which driver was going to win at Daytona. When I won and he lost I made him do all the laundry for that week. Over the months the bets have been getting more risqué and I keep losing." She told me.
"About a month ago Jeff said he wanted to watch me have sex with another man. I was sure my driver was going to beat his so I said okay not thinking I could lose. As luck would have it, the driver I chose wound up crashing during the race and once more I had lost. Now every time we bet Jeff wants to watch me having sex with some guy we don't know."
"How do you feel about this?" I asked.
"At first I didn't like it. In the eight years that Jeff and I've been married I never cheated on him. Never even thought about it. The first time I went out to pick someone up I took the first guy home that talked to me. He wasn't very good and not very good-looking. He only lasted a few minutes before he came in me.
"I had him leave right after by telling him my husband would be home soon. I just wanted to get him out of our house. I felt so cheap and I didn't even know his name. All I wanted to do was get in the shower and wash his sperm out of me.
"Jeff had other ideas though. As soon as the guy was out of the house he came out of the closet he was hiding in. He came to me and slid his penis into me and he had an orgasm instantly. I was shocked that he did it so quickly. He normally can last a while. After he has an orgasm he's out of commission for a few hours, but this time he stayed hard and continued to do me for close to an hour. I usually only have one orgasm a night, but that night I had three or four. I wouldn't be lying if I said that was the best sex I ever had. We both passed out right after Jeff finished.
"The next morning I woke up all sticky from sweat and cum. I took a shower before Jeff even woke up. In the shower I started to feel cheap again when I thought about picking up some guy in a bar. At the same time I couldn't get over how good the sex was with Jeff. Apparently Jeff must have loved it too; he couldn't get enough of me that whole weekend. It felt like when we were first married. Believe me I wasn't complaining. Jeff did things that he never did before. Things I always wanted him to do like licking me down there" She said as she looked down at her lap.
"When Sunday came and we made our bet. I readily agreed, if I lost I would go out and find a guy so Jeff could watch me. Last Sunday I picked a driver I was almost sure would not beat Jeff's driver."
Through out this whole confession I stayed quite. Not wanting to passed judgement on them. As long as they were both happy with this why should I judge. "So where is Jeff now? I presume he follows you in case you get into trouble."
"No we waits at home for me." She told me
