My wife was dressed perfectly for the occasion, our fifth wedding anniversary. A little black cocktail dress, accented by thigh high stockings and black 3” heels brought out the perfect curves of her body. At only 5’3” tall, she was short, but not petite. Nice tight c cup breasts that at thirty had not yet given into gravity and a voluptuous yet firm ass that still had men risking whiplash to watch her bump and grind as she walked. With her auburn hair tied up in a French braid, framing her face, the picture was complete as she smiled at me. She looked stunning in the glow of the bars neon lights. “Are you sure you want this?” I asked.
“Yes.” was her only response.
We’d planed this adventure for weeks, finding the perfect blue-collar bar, picking her perfect outfit, even scripting what she would say and do inside. I had dressed down in blue jeans, cowboy boots and a flannel shirt so I’d fit right in at Jimmy’s Tavern, a dive where working class stiffs went to drink, shoot pool and generally escape from their wives and girlfriends.
Just as we’d decided, I went in ahead of her, so it wouldn’t be obvious we were a couple. Once inside I could see through the haze and smoke of the dimly lit tavern about a dozen guys spread around shooting pool and drinking beer. No one paid much attention to me as I approached the bar and ordered a draft and a shot of whisky.
I’d just had time to down the shot and sip my beer when Susan came strutting in. All eyes turned to watch as she walked straight up to the bartender and ordered a double vodka on the rocks. Downing half of it, she turned and exclaimed in a voice loud enough to be heard over the low tones of the jukebox, “My no good husband has wrongly accused me for the last time of being a slut, of fucking every guy in town! Tonight I’ll prove him right, starting with any of you who want a piece of me!”
A pin drop would have been deafening as the jukebox had finished playing. No one moved. No one spoke. All eyes were on her as she began to walk around the room, feeling up first one guy’s crotch and then another’s chest licking lewdly at her lips and winking seductively.
“ Any one whose man enough meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. “ she proclaimed as she headed for the back, grinding her hips in an exaggerated motion.