I've been married 6 years, and my husband is great in bed. But after we'd tried every position, and made love every way two people can, we both realized it wasn't enough. We started sharing fantasies, some of them pretty wild. Then we got a little braver, and started living some of them out. The first was when my sister and I surprised my husband, Danny. Then we gave a 'tip' to a room service waiter that he'll never forget. There were others. But still, I wanted more. I guess I needed...a little danger.
After talking it over many times, we finally decided to go for it. We'd scouted out all the bars off the highway, and picked a few that seemed about right. Not too close to home, not too popular, slightly rough crowd. That night we cruised them all, until I found the one I wanted. We stopped in the parking lot.
"Are you sure about this?" Danny asked.
"Not really," I replied. "But I guess I'll never know until I try, will I?" I was a little scared, but I was also already getting a little wet thinking about what lay ahead.
"You can still back out if you want to," he reassured me.
I thought about it for a moment.
"No. I'm going to go for it. I might never have the nerve again."
"OK, Babe," he answered. "Whatever you want." And he gave me that loving smile that says he'll do anything for me.
I took off my jacket and tossed it in the back seat. Underneath, I was dressed more like a tramp than I'd ever dared outside of our bedroom before. Sling-back black heels so tall I could hardly walk in them. A black leather skirt that was just barely legal. Red lace crotchless panties. No stockings. A very very low-cut black leather top, with quite a bit of red lace bra spilling out of it. I pushed by tits up a little with my hands, not that they needed the help, but what the hell, might as well make the most of it, right? I pulled my long dark hair forward over one shoulder.
"What do you think, honey?" I asked Danny. His open mouth told me all I needed to know.
"Jesus!" he said. "I feel like raping you right now!"
"Good!" I smiled. "That's just what I was hoping for!" I leaned over and gave him a warm wet kiss, then opened the car door and slid out. Leaning back in, I said "Remember the plan?" He nodded, speechless, and I closed the door, took a deep breath, and started walking toward the bar. I passed a few motorcycles and a couple of pickup trucks on the way in. Entering the door, I looked around and noticed through the smoke that besides the bartender, there were only 5 guys there. No women. The guys were all dressed in leather or denim, big, muscular, mostly long-haired. Perfect. I walked slowly over to the bar, trying to look graceful on those heels. Conversation stilled as every eye in the place turned to follow me.
"Whiskey," I ordered, and the bartender put a glass full of amber liquid in front of me. I picked it up and drained it in one swallow, partly for the effect, and partly to help my nerve. I nodded at it, and the bartender refilled it. I lifted it and turned to survey the room. Most of the guys were still staring at me. Two were just finishing a game of eight-ball. I sauntered over, feeling the eyes follow me.
"Can I play the winner?" I asked between shots. They stopped and looked up at me.
"That's gonna be me," said the taller and burlier of the two. "And yeah, you can play." He looked at me a minute longer, then turned and lined up his shot on the eight ball. Turning a challenging gaze to me, he shot without looking, sinking the black ball. "You're up," he said.
The other man made a disgusted noise and walked to the bar. I racked up the balls and my opponent nodded, apparently satisfied. As he lined up his break I noticed Danny come though the door. If I wasn't expecting him, I wouldn't have recognized him. He was dressed in ratty jeans, a John Deere cap, and a fleece vest. He went to the bar and ordered a beer.
I heard the crash of the break just as the door opened, and a group of about 6 guys came bursting in, laughing and talking loudly. Danny looked at me with an alarmed expression, but I just shrugged, not willing to back out now. "Here goes nothing," I thought.
My shot. I leaned low to line it up. My tits nearly fell out of my top, and the other player as well as every guy in the bar took a good look. Bending down made my skirt ride up until the bottom edge of my red panties was showing. A couple of the guys nudged each other and pointed, and I heard low voices. I sank the shot, and the big guy grunted his approval. I moved around to the opposite side of the table, facing the bar, and leaned even lower. My nipples brushed the felt. I liked the feeling, and they poked out a little more. All conversation stopped as all the guys stared, waiting to see if my boobs would fall out. The shot went in, and there were some surprised noises around the room.
"Nice shot," said the big fella. "You've played this before."
"Yeah, some, " I answered.
"Care to make it a little more interesting?" he asked, with a gleam in his eye.
"Sure," I responded. "What did you have in mind?"
"If I win, you suck my cock," he said with a leer.
"What if I win?" I asked, and hoots went up around the room.
He laughed. "You name it." The rest of the bar joined in the laughter.
I challenged him. "If I win, you'll do whatever I want." He couldn't back down now.
"Sure, yeah, whatever," he said. "But it ain't gonna happen."
I lifted an eyebrow at him, then looked around the room. "How about the rest of you pansies?" I said in a sneering tone. "You want in on this?"
"What do you mean?" asked one bearded, leather-clad man.
"If Chuckles here beats me, I'll suck his cock. After I'm done with him, I'll suck anyone else who wants it." The hoots and cheers rattled the walls.
"Yeah, what if he loses?" asked another guy. There were shouts of derision, but the guy kept watching me. He'd seen my first two shots. When the noise died down, I answered.
"Same deal. I win, you ALL do exactly what I tell you." The room was quiet. They didn't like the sound of that, but hell, they weren't walking away either.
"I'm in," said the bearded guy.
"Yeah! Me too!" came a chorus of agreement from the rest of the bar. I looked around at each guy and smiled. They all leered back.
Still my shot. I sank the three, the five and the seven easily. The four was almost out of reach. I had to lean way across the table with one foot in the air. I might have lifted it a little higher than I absoultely had to, just to let the boys enjoy the view. I'm not sure if they could tell my panties were crotchless, but they sure got a full view of my nice, tight, red-lace-covered ass. I heard a murmur behind me, and a muffled "Holy shit!" from one spectator.
The four droopped in the corner, and my friend was starting to look nervous. All I had left was the two and the eight, and his balls were all still on the table. They made it tough for me, though. I couldn't get a clear shot at the two with his balls in the way. Time for something fancy. I put a little english on the cue ball and it jumped right over his balls, clicked against the two and sent it spinning into the side pocket. The big man's jaw dropped.
"Are you hustling me?" he demanded.