This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.
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Josh sat at the bar, sipping a craft beer, waiting for his wife to arrive.
This was a weekly tradition for Josh and his wife, Deborah. Every Friday, they made it a point to go to the bar after work, get some drinks, and just relax. They liked to unwind, vent about all their troubles of the week, and leave those worries behind them.
The P-Boro Pub was their favorite bar in town. Ever since moving to the area, it had been their go-to spot to get drinks. Everything inside was made out of nice, warm wood, and they had a great alcohol selection, making it a very inviting locale for the young couple. It wasn't, like, a 'bar' bar, you know? It wasn't overly loud. There were no darts or pool tables or anything like that. It was a more modern and cooler locale, and it attracted a young, hip clientele. And as they just opened, the young couple were excited to become regulars at a place from the start, and they had done so. A few years out of college, they were both professionals with good, busy, well-paying jobs. As happy as they were with their current state, they both needed their time to unwind, and the Pub was a prime spot to do just that.
Deb had just texted Josh that her meeting was running very long, so she invited him to get started without her. Which he was, sipping his beer, eyes on the TV above the bar.
He didn't used to be a big drinker, as he never found the cheap beers his friends would have at parties particularly palatable, and straight-up booze never really did it for him either. Frankly, it was kinda too strong for his tastes. But Deb was really into craft beers, the type of stuff these little breweries in the area made. IPAs, porters, ales, etc. Drinks that had far more character, richness, and flavor than the big brands you see commercials for during football games. Deb had him try these craft beers early on in their relationship, and that had been his in to developing a taste for beer. He now had a well-developed palate for the stuff. P-Boro Pub had their own in-house brew, which he was drinking now, and sipping it down after a long, exhausting week made it taste even better.
"Hey there," said a woman, sidling up next to him. For a moment, Josh's eyes went wide as he looked at the woman next to him for the first time. She was a stunner, no doubt about that. A platinum blonde dressed in a professional yet figure-hugging red top, a slim black skirt, and high heels. She had large, perky breasts which stretched the confines of her slim top. And her round, shapely ass did the same with her skirt. She glanced at Josh with a confident smirk and a mysterious glint in her eyes. Damn... she was absolutely gorgeous.
"Uh... hi," Josh said, taken aback by being confronted by such a beautiful woman. His wife was very pretty, but certainly not jaw-dropping like this woman.
"I'm Samantha. And you are?" she asked.
"Josh," he stated, a bit confused.
"You mind if I sit here?" she asked, presumptuously taking a seat next to him.
"Um... I guess it depends," he replied, causing her to smile.
"On what?" she asked.
"Depends on your intentions," Josh stated, his alarms slightly raised. Her eyes narrowed knowingly.
"Well, if you buy me a drink, we can talk all about my intentions," she said with a hinting lilt.
"Uh... yeah, I'm married," he stated, raising his hand, showing off the wedding band on his finger. "Waiting for my wife to show up actually." She winced slightly at this, but she was undeterred.
"That doesn't mean we can't have some fun first," she purred. This wasn't the first time he'd been hit on at this place. A handsome, well-built, clearly successful man alone at a bar... it was inevitable he'd attract some attention. And he had... quite a few times, actually. But by this point, he was a deft hand at shooing away this kind of unwanted interaction.
"Actually, it does," Josh replied firmly, letting her know he wasn't some guy asking to be poached by some beautiful, aggressive young seductress. Studying him for a few moments and seeing that his resolve was firm, she stood up and ordered a drink. Once the martini glass was slid into her grasp, she turned to face him again.
"Shame..." she replied, sipping her drink. "The best ones are always married, but that doesn't always stop them from playing. I guess I'll have to find someone more fun," she said, taking another sip before sauntering off, shaking her immaculate ass from side-to-side as she did so. Rolling his eyes, Josh turned to face the bar again, looking down at his phone, hoping for news from his wife as for when she'd be showing up.
This was the reason he always wanted to meet up here with Deb at the same time, just so this kinda thing wouldn't happen. Because it seemed like whenever she was late, or if he was simply alone at the bar for an extended period of time, some enterprising tease would find her way next to him and start lightly flirting, aiming for something more. Sometimes, they persisted even beyond him mentioning his marital status, forcing him to put his foot down. Josh was a good husband, and he had never indulged in that kind of behavior in the slightest, despite having had many opportunities. He was a good man, and he cared about his vows. Nothing would ever get in the way of that. That being said, it was always nice to get some attention, even the unwanted kind. And to be hit on by someone so attractive was certainly a boost to his ego. But he tried not to get lost in this kind of thinking for too long, despite the ego-stroke it provided.
Unfortunately for him, he was a prime target for this kind of attention, more so than would have expected. But then again, he didn't quite know what a juicy target he was for these scheming teases. He was tall, fit, and handsome. Brown hair, warm eyes, and a kind smile, he could make even the most hardened slut melt without even trying. He dressed well, indicating his success, and he exuded a quiet confidence without effort, all good qualities that only increased the target on his back. Being alone at a bar made practically made him a beacon for eager sluts on the hunt for big game.
He kept his eyes down on his phone as he tried not to catch anymore unwanted attention. But alas, just as he received a quick text from his wife explaining that she was still in her meeting, he sensed a new presence next to him.
"You really missed out with that one," said an older, smoky female voice from beside him. "She seemed like she'd be worth a good roll in the hay."
"I'm married," Josh responded without even looking up, texting back with his wife.
"I mean, that girl has tits that are cum targets, my goodness..." the woman stated, undeterred. "She probably needs no help getting laid. If she's not getting it from you, she's just gonna get it from someone else. But it's probably for the best. It just means you'll be coming home with me tonight."
Finished with his text, and finally absorbing what this woman had just said, he lifted his eyes from his phone and looked up. And what he saw was not what he expected.
The woman standing in the same spot Samantha just did was about as different from her as could be. While Samantha was young and beautiful, this woman was... not. This woman was older... much older. And you could describe her as many things, but beautiful wasn't one of them. She had short, dirty blonde/light brown hair, folded on top of her head in a somewhat stylish manner. Her face looked her age, with some wrinkles and crow's feet and age lines. She was probably in her late forties or early fifties, but these things made her look a little older. Or maybe... she just was older than he originally suspected. And because of all that, it would be difficult to consider her beautiful. She wasn't like some older actress you see in movies, who could have been a model in her younger years. No, this was a real older woman. She was certainly not hideous or anything like that. She was just not exactly super-hot looks-wise. That being said, she didn't let that stop her. She was wearing make-up, dolled up for a night on the town, but she didn't seem like the type who would make time to do such a thing normally. She had eyeshadow around her sharp, angular eyes, smooth pink glossy lipstick across her full lips, and a bit more on her face to perhaps smooth things out. But what stood out most about her was her tan. While some women had that perfect level of golden tan perfected, this woman was about a notch beyond that. While she hadn't taken it to extreme levels or anything like that, she'd probably spent too much time in the sun, giving her a slightly overbaked look. Yet, she was undeterred. She struck him as a woman who wasn't gonna let her age hold her back.
Her outfit matched up to his first impression of her. On her legs were tall, knee-length leather boots. Above those, adorning her legs, were black mesh stockings, leading up to a slim, black leather skirt, clinging to her thighs. Up top, there was some color to be found to contrast against the darkness of the rest of her outfit. A slim top, made out of some sort of smooth material, colored white, purple and black, in a slightly floral pattern. The top was short-sleeved, allowing her lithe, tan arms to be left exposed.
