Like most things I write, this story has an element of truth to it. Actually there is little to no embellishment but the quotes are paraphrased.
It was a pretty typical, early fall, Saturday afternoon at my local watering hole. The regular crowd of my fellow old farts were sitting at the bar drinking beer and trying to absorb the output from eight TV screens. The TVs cover the essential things in life like NASCAR, college football, baseball, the weather/news, and a vintage car auction (most of us are beyond vintage but remember owning cars just like the ones that sell for forty-five grand and which we sold for ten bucks). Besides the piped in entertainment there is the usual trading of barbs, side bets on the sports, and talk about women and politics. The women who come to this place generally sit at tables a few feet away trying to ignore the profanity and us. The men call them "hen tables" because there sure is a lot of clucking emanating from them.
So it was a big surprise when one brave lady ventured into our space. I'd never seen her before and since no one addressed her by name I figured I wasn't alone. She sat next to me and offered a crooked little smile as a greeting. I responded with a smile of my own and wondered if she realized she had just stepped into the lion's den. I guessed her to be in her late thirties, a tiny bit frumpy, and what many would call "mousey". One of the regular women approached her and asked if she wouldn't like to join their table but when the newcomer declined she shrugged and left. She bought a drink and seemed to be engrossed in the car auction as she gulped it down. I offered to buy her another and she accepted with a slightly warmer smile and a 'thank-you'.
I started to introduce myself but she quickly put a finger to her lips. "I don't want to know your name and I won't tell you mine. OK? I'm not trying to be rude but I have my reasons." She placed her hand on my arm and turned to face me. She was obviously very nervous. She took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and continued, "The only reason I'm in here is because I need to be fucked. I already have a room down the street and I probably want to take you there and suck your cock until you cum in my mouth and keep sucking until you're hard again and can give me a good long pounding. Are you up for that? Before you answer, though, I have some questions, very personal ones."
I told her she certainly had my interest. She took another deep breath, followed by a gulp, "You're older. Are you still capable?" I assured her that I was but that the sequence she described might keep her down there for quite some time. I added that if I wasn't capable of having sex I would probably off myself. She frowned at that and thought for a full minute before continuing. "We would have all night so that's not an issue. How many times can you go in a night?" I told her probably three or four. Another gulp was followed by, "How big are you?" I told her I had never heard a complaint in that regard and directed her hand down to my crotch. I was already half hard and as she stroked me through my shorts I could feel the blood flow.
"You will certainly do." I watched her lick her lips and swallow. "Are you disease free?" I told her that I had just had a complete physical, including a full blood scan and I was clean as a whistle. "Can we go now?" She pulled her hand away and for the first time I noticed the ring.
"You're married? As tempting as this is I don't poach. There are probably a half dozen guys in here who will though. My ex cheated on me and I swore never to put another man through that."
Her eyes started to tear, "Please let me explain. I am married and have been for twenty years. I have a teenage son and a wonderful sweet husband. For us sex was a fantastic daily experience. If we couldn't have sex because of the time of the month, because I was in the late stages of pregnancy, or had just delivered I made sure that he was always taken care of. I could get almost as much satisfaction from sucking him off as I could get from being fucked. Almost five years ago he had a terrible accident. They had to remove all those parts in order to save his life. I tried to convince myself that we were strong enough to handle it, and he certainly tried to orally and digitally give me as much pleasure as he could, but it just was not the same. Sure, he could and can make me cum with his tongue but I yearn for the taste and feel of a real cock in my mouth and cunt. "She had said that all in one breath, as if rehearsed, and took another deep breath and drink.
"He knows I'm doing this. He suggested it as a last ditch effort to save our marriage. It's been almost five years since I've been able to feel a cock grow and explode in my mouth or since I've felt a big cockhead bruising my 'G-spot'. I need to have my mouth, throat, and cunt ravaged by what I just felt in your pants. Please fuck me! I know I'm not a beauty queen or have a hot sexy body, but I think you'll enjoy the lust that has been simmering in me for five years. My GYN. tells me that I'm in the sexual prime of my life. Please help me enjoy just a night of it. PLEASE, PLEASE let me be your slut for a night!"
