My husband decided we were going bowling with his best friend. I don't care for it, and I know it'll end up being those two drinking as the toss the ball down the lanes. I went alone with it even though I wasn't really given a choice. What really irks me is that we're old and fat so he'll be moaning for the next two weeks about how sore he is. He better not expect my 300 pound frame to be tossing a ball all night. I know I'm too far out of shape for that.
Thankfully he accepts when I say I'm not bowling so I wear a blouse and skirt hoping to be at least sexy for him to see. I just sit there watching them both getting really bored by the second. Since neither one is even talking to me I feel like a third wheel.
"I'm going to go see what games they have." I tell him.
"Okay. Have fun. We'll be here."
"Dude, I still don't know why you married that bitch." His buddy says as I walk away.
"I don't know." Is the last thing I hear as I walk away really pissing me off.
I play a few games, but mostly just try not to punch something. The Whack-a-Mole game was out of order, but I sure could have used it. Rather quickly I make my way to the bar for a strong one. I figure if he doesn't know why he married me he can go home alone until he figures it out. I'll just sit here and get drunk. At least as drunk as twenty bucks will get me. The bar is empty and the drinks go down good. The money doesn't last long at all, but I have a good buzz going so I sip my last drink. The lone man who was sitting at the bar bought me a shot. I thanked him and drank it. He walked over asking if I shot pool.
"I have, but I'm no good at it."
"Let's play, and I'll buy your next drink."
Another drink? I'm in! I think slamming down the last swallow of the drink I had. The bartender brings me another as I walk in the back of the room to the table with him. We talk while we play, and I tell him my husband is bowling with his buddy so I'm just here being bored.
"So why the heavy drinking?"
"Nothing better to do."
"I know that's not true. A pretty woman like yourself doesn't drink like that unless there's a reason. You can tell me. I'm just a stranger with no ties either way."
"He and his friend can go blow each other! Let's just leave it at that."
"Tell me how you really feel." He jokes.
We shoot a game, and surprisingly I win. He buys me a shot and another drink when we return to the bar. We chat for a bit before I go to check on my husband. They're still bowling, and his buddy is still an ass. I return, and the guy is one of three at the bar now.
"Buy a girl a drink?" I ask smiling. "You don't have to. Honestly, I'm tipsy enough. I'm just joking."
By that point there's another drink in front of me,
"Trying to get me drunk?"
"From what I seen as you walked away I'd gladly get you drunk if it meant seeing that ass again."
"You guys are all the same." I laugh.
"I tell you what. Since you just found out I'm like any other guy and you didn't run how about we play a game of pool?"
"Another one? Sure."
We played again, and I was winning. I had one more ball to go while he had four. That was when he stopped.
It was my turn when he said, "Let's make this interesting shall we?"
"What are you thinking?"
"If you win I'll buy your drinks until you go, but if I win you have to let me take off your panties and keep them. Deal?"
"You are just like the rest. I'm a married woman, and this is a public place. Why would I take that deal?"
"You may be married, but he's with his asshole buddy ignoring you. This may be a public place, but we're in the back of the room so nobody will see. You'd take the deal because you have one ball, I have four, it's your shot, and if you sink it you'll drink for free until you go."
"Not cheap drinks either." I say smiling.
"Anything you want. Deal?"
"Sure, why not? The ball is right next to the hole. It's a gimme shot."
I line up the shot, and hit the cue ball fully expecting the game to be over. It hits the eight ball causing the eight to spin, and I watch as it tips the side of the pocket deflecting away.
"Ooo. Tough luck pretty lady. Looks like it's my turn."
I have to admit the thought of a strange man who I don't even know the name of taking my underwear is definitely turning me on something fierce. I have to sink the last ball when it's my turn again or he'll find out how soaked my panties are from thinking about it. I watch closely as he takes aim. One ball sinks in. Then two, and three. The fourth ball is a banking shot. A hard one at that. In it goes. Now we're both after the eight.
"Miss it, miss it, miss it." I mumble under my breath.
I shoot, and in it goes.
"Looks like I won." He says walking up to me.
I set my cue on the table and he walks behind me grabbing my hips.
"Best two out of three?" I ask feeling him lifting my skirt.
"I'm thinking it's time to pay up." He says as my skirt pops over my ass.
"No discussing it?" I ask feeling his hand wrapping slowly around the waistband of my panties slowly pulling them down. "I guess not."
I feel him pull down until the gusset slips out from my very wet crotch and drop to my ankles. I step out of them, and he stands beside me.
"Sexy black panties. Mine now."
I pull my skirt down rather than mooning anyone that walks by. I look at him seeing him holding them up looking at them.
"Put them down before someone sees."
"I'd just stuff them in my pocket, but I don't want to get my pocket all wet. It'll smell nice though."
"You're such a pervert."
We return to the bar where he buys me another drink. As we chat my husband's buddy comes up seeing us chatting. He runs right back telling my husband trying to cause a rift. I walk down to them knowing shit will be said. My husband asks me who I'm talking to, and I say just some guy that asked me a question and we just started talking. He's fine with that answer and they go back to bowling.
"She's fucking around on you man. Just dump her." I hear.
"I think you best stop with the bullshit right now! Like I'm fucking some guy at the bar in front of everyone you fucking imbucile! Get your head out of your ass for once, and maybe there wouldn't be so much shit spewing from it!" I yell storming off.
When I sit back down there's a fresh drink and a shot waiting for me. I slam them both before anything is said.
"You needed that. Why do you let him still hang around a friend like that?"
"They grew up together. His buddy has been jealous of me ever since I met my husband. He just puts up with it, and for the most part I do too."
My husband sit beside me at the bar while his buddy sit opposite of him.
"If you're going to sit by him you will need to sit at the other side of the bar. I don't want to see him or hear him right now." I warn my husband.
"Okay. We'll move. I'm sorry babe."
"Yeah, you're sorry. That's why you're moving. Sure." I say in a condescending way.
"Let play another game of pool." My new friend says.
"Anything so I don't have to see that fucker."
I follow him back to the pool table under my husband's watchful eye. He racks the balls, and we play. When the game is over I see my husband getting another beer so I agree to another one. When I was leaning over to break is when my new friend stepped beside me leaning down, and with his hand on my ass he whispers in my ear.
"Just pretend those are his balls, and you'll break them as nice as this ass."
