Deciding to cheat isn't a complex thing. Not at all. It's just a case of making a decision and in the end doing it. Making that jump the first time is the difficulty. My first jump was easy and hard; after all, many a time out drinking with my husband he jokingly dared me to tease men at the bar who wanted to get lucky. He wanted to see how many guys would try to pick me up. Deep down, I was intrigued whether I still could be a player but had never played the game. Why would I play the game? My husband was the only man who had ever had his dick in me and I was happy that way, or so I thought. But the first time I had another mans dick in me it wasn't my plan, it just happened because I had gotten myself in the wrong place.
It was late last January when our neighbor Rosie called me Friday afternoon at my work to see if I would go out with her. She knew my husband was out of the country on business and wouldn't be back for a week. I was her last hope and she figured I was alone doing nothing on Friday night. Rosie was divorced for over two years and was very interested in going to a club to listen to a band that she knew the drummer. The thing was, she didn't want to go alone. As the band was playing at the Beach Club where I had been with my husband many times I gave in and agreed for her to pick me up at 9pm. The band would start at 10.
We discussed what to wear; Rosie told me she would wear a skirt and tank top plus her usual heels seeing that she was only 5'4". My husband frequently told me I was hot, especially for 42. I also wore heels and my short leather skirt with my pink button down blouse with the skirt, showing off the skin valley between the twin peaks and lots of leg. At 5'8" I have plenty of leg to show off and I dreamed I could play games with any attention seeking leg man.
We arrived a bit early and luckily there were still places at the bar. I took a seat and after ordering a lemon drop martini swung around to watch the steady flow of arrivals. Rosie was already talking up a storm with the drummer at the stage across from the bar. Every four or five minutes she would dutifully return to me to talk before returning to her friend again. This went on for ¾ of an hour until the band finally started playing. We laughed about the band and had a second round as the crowd started to get quite heavy.
I danced with Rosie and the lose knot crowd on the dance floor for three songs before returning to the stool at the bar and reclaiming my seat. Another Lemon Drop later I was having a great time with Rosie who was enjoying splitting her time between me and the drummer.
Rosie told me she was going to go outside with the drummer during the break for some fresh air. Not wanting to be the third wheel on a bicycle I told her I would stay at the bar. She could catch up to me after the break.
Any woman sitting alone at a bar sooner or later is going to get some attention especially when she is showing a little skin. After a few moments a guy approached me and started to strike up a conversation. "Hi I'm Al, can I buy you a drink" he asked.
"I'm ok" I answered confidently. Not trying to be rude.
We started to chat about the club and all the different things everyone was wearing. It was kind of interesting. We laughed about how many fat girls there were showing off their cleavage and how many men were standing around clueless what to do next.
We danced a song, maybe two before returning to the bar. OK it wasn't the band but really, know one seemed to care. Rosie was still away, it was a long break. I wondered where the hell she was. Al asked again if I he could buy me a drink. Hot from dancing I reluctantly agreed knowing it was my third and I usually am out of control if I reach four. But I was only half way there, not haven put that one away.
