While I Was Waiting for You

We were in a bar downtown. I met my husband there after work. We went to a booth in the back and each got a drink and some nachos.

"Where've you been?" I asked him since he was forty-five minutes late.

"The boss called me in and wanted to talk about that project I've been working on for the city." He answered.

I wasn't angry, but I gave him some trouble, "Your project is more important than your wife?"

"Of course not. I was thinking you would understand. Did you have a drink while you waited?" he asked.

"I was at the bar and had a few drinks. Some nice guy bought me a drink." I said.

He asked, "Why did he buy you a drink?'

I acted insulted, "You don't think a guy would buy me a drink?"

"That's not what I meant." He apologized.

I went on. "He was really sweet. We talked for a bit. Then it got more interesting."

My husband was interested now. "What do you mean?"

"He felt me up." I told him.

My husband was quiet for a few seconds, "You let him?"

I kept on, "I didn't have anything else to do while we waited, so yes, I let him."

"What did he do?'

"He felt me up good. He had his hands in my pants and on my tits. While you were in a meeting." I said.

He didn't believe me, "You're making this up. That'd never happen."

I went back at him, "What? You don't think anyone would find me attractive or you don't think I'd do something like that?"

He stammered, "I think you are hot, but I would be surprised if you would let a stranger feel you up."

"Want me to tell you about it?"

"Okay." He said with a smile on his face.

I could tell he thought I was just making it all up to taunt him. I'd done that from time to time as part of our foreplay. We were in a booth and it was pretty dark so we couldn't be easily seen. I put one knee on the seat and pulled up my skirt to show him my bare, hairy pussy. "He wanted my panties so I let him take them off of me."

I went on, "If you want me to tell you what happened you have to get your dick out and stroke it as I tell you how a stranger fingered your wife."

"He what?" he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard little cock. He started to rub it.

I started my tale, "I came in and you weren't here. I saw your text about being five or ten minutes late. Rather that stand by the door, I went to the bar and got a drink. While I was standing there, this nice-looking guy was standing behind me and paid for the drink. I didn't want to lead him on so I showed him my rings and told him I was waiting for my husband. He asked if it was okay if we talked while I waited and I said sure."

"After about fifteen minutes, with you not showing up, I was a little frustrated and a little bored so I got into the conversation with this guy a bit more."

"What was his name?" my husband asked as he rubbed his cock under the table. Fortunately, there were tablecloths, so others couldn't see what he was doing.

My answer was, "I forget his name, Jason or Bradley or something like that."

I continued the story, "As we talked, he got a bit more forward and started putting his hands on mine and on my arms, then on my shoulders and finally, he put a hand on my knee as I sat on the barstool. I didn't object as he continued to rub my leg up onto my thigh. It felt good and I was a little buzzed. He bought me a drink and when I turned around to take a sip, he put his arm around my waist. I stood there as he had one hand rubbing my ass while the other roamed around the front of my blouse. He reached under my blouse and slid his hand up over my bra, rubbing my boobs."

I went on after we ordered another drink from the waitress while my husband hid his cock under the table. "He was rubbing my boobs under my blouse and he reached underneath it and put his hand over my one breast, feeling my nipple with his fingers. I enjoyed it and sighed, which encouraged him to continue. He moved his hand off my ass enough to unsnap the bra so he had access to my tits. It felt really good and really bad getting felt up like that in a public bar."

He asked, "Could anyone see?'

"Sure." I answered. "The bartender and a couple next to us, but I didn't care. I don't know any of them. I didn't even know the guy who had his hands all over my tits and now had his hand down the back of my skirt, rubbing my ass though my panties and then going under them to feel my bare skin."

The drinks came and I paused to take a sip, then went on, "I turned to face toward him, which changed his access point to the front. He slid is hand up my legs and touched my pussy through my panties. He was kissing me now as he slid his finger under the edge of my panties and rubbed my vulva and my clit. I was really feeling good and had to focus on staying calm as he began to finger fuck me. He had two fingers inside your wife's cunt while you were in a more important-than-your-wife meeting." I asked my husband to show me his cock. It was as hard as I'd ever seen it. I told him to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock and balls out, which he did.

I went on, "He said he was having difficulty getting a good feel of my cunt, he called it a cunt. He wanted me to take my panties off. I told him if he wanted them off, he should take them off. He did. He tried to be discreet, but a few others could see him pulling my panties down my legs and off my feet."

Continuing, I said, "Now I was completely bare down there. He was pumping his fingers in and out of my cunt, your wife's cunt. I was coming as he did me in a crowded bar." "Does that make your cock hard?" I asked my spouse. "Don't come until I tell you to."

"My gosh." My husband said, "He was finger-fucking you in a crowded bar."

I lifted my skirt and pulled my husband's hand into me so he could get my juices on his hand to lubricate his cock as he pumped it.

"I was about to take him out into the parking lot and fuck him. It's a good thing you showed up when you did."

I don't think my husband was truly convinced of what I had done until I pointed to the bar and said, "Do you see the guy in the dark shirt with the beard? He keeps looking this way. I think he's hoping you will invite him to join us, maybe have a threesome with me." The guy did look and returned my smile.

I taunted my poor husband, "Think of that, both of you fucking me. I'd let him go first and you could have sloppy seconds. You'd like to watch, wouldn't you?"

My husband was about to come so I put my drink glass down in front of his cock. His dick spurted his white come onto my hand and wrist with some of it going into my glass. I licked my hand and then took a drink of my come-cocktail.

I got up and led us out of the bar. When we passed the bar, I stopped and gave a tongue filled kiss to the guy with the beard. Then we left.

I kept at my husband as we drove home. I spread my legs on the seat so he could see me stick my fingers in my cunt. When we got home, he went down on me and devoured my pussy. I had a long, powerful orgasm and then he fucked me silly. He had me in many positions as he wanted me in every way possible. It was a wonderful end to the evening.

We're supposed to meet at the same bar this Friday evening. I wonder if my husband will be late again?