Sam's wife Chelsea was complaining that they didn't go out enough, so he agreed to take her to dinner and out to a new bar that just opened up. The couple didn't know anyone there and felt a bit awkward. After a few drinks they decided to try playing pool although neither of them was very good at it. They were missing shots over and over and just laughing about it when Sam noticed this short, muscular guy looking on in disdain.
"Look, you gotta get down lower when you take a shot so you can see the angle," he told Chelsea impatiently as she stood upright by the side of the pool table, clumsily preparing to take a shot.
"Oh?" she asked him, somewhat startled at his interjection. "I, uh, well obviously I'm not very good. We are just fooling around."
"Well you would have more fun if you learned a bit of technique," said the stranger. "I'm Joe by the way," he said, gazing into Chelsea's eyes intently and ignoring Sam.
Chelsea blushed under his piercing stare and averted her eyes modestly. "Hello, Joe, I am Chelsea, and this is my husband, Sam."
Sam waved gamely, embarrassed by the way this fellow was looking at his wife.
"Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Chelsea," said Joe, looking her up and down in her short, snug dress and admiring her shapely figure. Sam cleared his throat to remind Joe that he was there and could see him checking out his wife. "Hey Sam, why aren't you teaching your pretty little wife here how to shoot pool properly?"
"Ha, well, actually, I'm not much of a pool player myself," admitted Sam, feeling somewhat unmanly.
"Can I give you some tips?" Joe asked Chelsea, putting his hand on her pool cue.
"Uh, sure, I am open to learning new things," said Chelsea, looking at her husband with trepidation. "Are you very good at pool?"
"Let me show you," he said taking the cue from her hands smoothly. "4 ball corner pocket, off the 7," he muttered casually and he crouched down and forcefully fired the cue ball with a loud crack. The cue bounced off the far bumper, rebounded and clipped the 7 ball perfectly, sending it into the 4 which landed in the corner pocket with a satisfying clunk.
"Wow," said Chelsea, clearly impressed.
"Yeah, that was like a combo bank shot," said Sam with surprise.
"That's right, Sam," said Joe condescendingly. "Now let me show your wife a thing or two."
"Ok," agreed Chelsea brightly. "How do I do a shot like that?"
Joe laughed. "Chelsea, you have to take it slow. You can't even make a straight shot. You are standing too stiffly. You need to bend down lower so you can see what you are doing. Here take the cue."
Chelsea took the cue and bent down slightly, sliding the cue back and forth across her finger as she prepared to shoot.
Joe was standing close by her side and shook his head. "No, no," he said pushing her back. "You need to get lower."
"But I feel kind of weird, bending down too far in this short dress," she said, reddening slightly and pulling self-consciously at her hem.
"Ah, let the guys get their thrills, why don't you?" said Joe, looking at Chelsea's round buns unabashedly. "You got panties on don't you?"
"Oh my god, Joe, of course I do," exclaimed Chelsea with a laugh of surprise. She gave her husband a devilish grin, her cheeks bright red. Sam's gut twisted with jealousy and he just smiled back weakly.
"Well yeah, then get down then and stick that rump out," said Joe, standing back and watching her rear expectantly.
Chelsea bent down low over the table, thrusting her rump toward Joe suggestively. She was enjoying the attention of another man and was getting a kick out of making Same a bit jealous. "How's that, Joe?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Yeah, that's a fine ass," admitted Joe staring at Chelsea's buttocks.
"Ok, yeah, that's not really a pool tip," complained Sam, his mouth turning dry. He looked at Joe's thickly muscled arms with apprehension. Sam had never been a fighter and didn't relish the idea of fisticuffs with this burly stranger over his wife's honor.
"Sorry, but your wife has some junk in her trunk," said Joe cheerily, not bothering to look at Sam. "Now Chelsea, line up the ball and take a shot."
Chelsea grinned up at Sam. "I've got junk in the trunk, Sam. Did you hear that?"
"Yes, that's the word on the street," said Sam through gritted teeth. He could feel his armpits growing damp.
"Take your shot now, honey," urged Joe, giving Sam a fit at the familiar tone he used.
Chelsea's tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she tried to concentrate on the ball and she gave a sudden jerky stroke which sent the cue ball careening off target, missing her objective entirely.
"Oh, jeez, you have to do a smooth, slow stroke," said Joe with exasperation. "Focus on the cue going straight. Here let me show you." Joe strode up behind Chelsea and wrapped his arms around her.
"Wow, hello there, Joe," gasped Chelsea in surprise. But she was enjoying the feeling of being clasped in this aggressive stranger's thick, strong arms.
"Yeah, uh, that's my wife there, buddy," stammered Sam, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I'm just teaching her how to stroke, Sam," said Joe, looking up at Sam innocently as he cradled his wife in his arms. Joe enjoyed the smell of Sam's wife and was aroused by the heat coming off her soft skin.
"You make it sound so dirty, Joe," purred Chelsea, looking over her shoulder at Joe, her face just inches from his. She arched her back slightly to press her rear against his crotch.
"You're the one with the dirty mind," he told her softly. He held her close and pressed his stiffening penis against her generous bottom.
"Hey, I feel something back there," giggled Chelsea. "Is that a pool cue in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
"Jesus, Chelsea," whined Sam. "Cut the shit. Joe are you giving my wife a pool lesson or are just feeling her up?" His blood was pounding in his ears and his palms were sweaty as he tried to confront this interloper.
"Relax, Sam, relax," said Joe as he smoothly stroked the pool cue back and forth. His arm brushed Chelsea's boob as he showed her how to slide the cue. "You see, Chelsea, nice and smooth," he said, thrusting his protruding bulge against her warm soft buns for emphasis. Holding her arm, he followed through and fired off a shot that sank another ball with a clean thunk into the side pocket.
"Oh, wow, yeah, I see," chirped Chelsea happily. "Look, honey, I made a shot." She wiggled her rear against Joe's crotch, enjoying the naughty pleasure of his dong pressing into her ass while her husband looked on helplessly.
"Ok, you can let go of my wife now," stammered Sam indecisively. He was torn with jealousy and anxiety but was surprised to find himself titillated by the whole situation.
"Yeah, ok, hold on a second," said Joe gruffly. He nuzzled Chelsea's neck and said softly, "You feeling that?" as he continued to prod her with his dick from behind.
"I feel it," affirmed Chelsea, feeling herself growing wetter and wetter.
"Feel what?" asked Sam sickly, not wanting to know the answer.
"Joe's penis is poking me right in the rear," giggled Chelsea, looking up her husband with an impish grin. "And you know his arm brushed my boob when he was showing me that shot."
"You like that, huh?" asked Joe as he brashly cupped Chelsea's dangling boobs in his hands and squeezed them, never ceasing to worry her from behind with his cock.
"Ok, seriously, cut that out right now. That's my wife!" squeaked Sam, his voice cracking from the stress. He felt as though his heart was about to explode out of his chest and his palms were slick with sweat. "Chelsea, make him stop, what are you doing?"
"Oh, darling, don't make a scene," laughed Chelsea, standing upright and surreptitiously reaching back to pinch Joe's penis through his pants. "Here, let's all have a drink."
"Yeah, let me buy you two a drink to show there are no hard feelings," said Joe, surprised at the audacity Chelsea showed by grabbing his cock.
"No hard feelings, just a nice hard cock," said Chelsea as she gripped Joe's boner fiercely behind her back.
"Honey, what's gotten into you?" gasped Sam in shock.
"Maybe you haven't been getting into her enough lately, pal," laughed Joe wrapping his arm around Chelsea's waist as she tilted her hip forward and slid her arm behind her back so her husband couldn't see how she was squeezing Joe's dong.
"Our sex life has cooled off quite a bit these past few years," said Chelsea sadly.
"Chelsea! That's not the sort of thing to tell a complete stranger," said Sam, mortified by his wife's behavior.
"Sometimes it's easier to tell a stranger," said Joe smoothly. "Let's just have a drink and relax. Maybe I can help you two out." Joe lead Chelsea over to the bar and ordered another round while Sam tagged behind apprehensively.
Sam felt that his wife deserved a slap in the face and this jerk Joe deserved a punch in the mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to do either. So he just stood there stewing in his own juices and reluctantly accepted the drink that Joe handed him.
"So how do you think you can help us, Joe?" asked Chelsea, peeking at him meekly over the top of her martini.
"Chelsea, you clearly need to get some dick," said Joe matter of factly, looking her in the eye.
"Well you've certainly shown that you know how to shoot it into the hole," laughed Chelsea, smiling back at Joe who chuckled in response.
"Ok, Chelsea, that's enough," croaked Sam, barging between his wife and her new lover to slam his drink down on the bar startling the bartender who looked at him strangely. "We are going home right now. First this guy prods you from behind with his thing and then he grabbed your boobs. And now this conversation has taken a completely inappropriate turn."
"I was just showing her how to shoot pool," chimed in Joe holding out his big calloused hands in supplication.
"Besides, I liked it," said Chelsea looking up at her husband with a twinkle in her eye and, running her finger along his chest.
"That's it, I'm taking you home right now to sober up and we can discuss this in the morning, young lady," shouted Sam, losing his temper and grabbing his wife violently by the arm, making her spill her drink.
"Whoa, leave that woman alone!" shouted the bartender, looking on in shock. He glanced between Sam and Joe in confusion.
