It was a usual Saturday night at the local tavern. I had gone up for a few beers just to get away from the wife if nothing else, I wasn't even thinking of trying to pick someone up. The night started as usual with my pulling up a stool at the bar, buying a beer and saying hello to a few friends. I sat there drinking my second beer when Kelly walked in the door. She is a regular at the bar and quite easy to take home from what my friends had told me.
Kelly is 5'3"; around 140 pounds with black hair that just covers her shoulders. She isn't a knock out by any means, she has a nice set of tits but her ass is a little large for my taste. Kelly was 45 at the time, about ten years older then me and we had talked before so we weren't strangers. She knew I was married and I never had a thought of asking her if she wanted to go somewhere secluded.
She grabbed the only open stool at the bar, a couple seats down from me and we exchanged hellos. I was rolling dice with my friends for beers and she asked if she could join in. We didn't object, and I hoped she would end up buying a round or two.