The Golden Grain Tavern

Ann hadn't had sex with Jake in ten days and he was understandably surly, something that wasn't lost on Ann. She found a kind of perverse delight in knowing that Jake was suffering something he considered a grave injustice. To go without sex for that long was certainly causing him intense agony. Ann wasn't so naive as to think he'd not satisfied himself in that long. She knew that, after two days without sex, he was doing himself in the shower. Of course, there was the distinct possibility that he was getting what he needed elsewhere - Carly most likely.

Ann brushed all this aside with the satisfaction of knowing she was heading face-first into an unknown sexual encounter of some kind this very day. She'd been beside herself as anticipation built over the past week. Having just met Max a week ago, she already knew he could provide extreme pleasure in the most unexpected ways.

The confident way that he "assigned" her a scenario for today had intrigued her all week. Add to that the way he suggested that she flirt with a man of her choosing once inside The Golden Grain Tavern; a bit of a seedy bar, frequented by men who could only be described as "hard". Was Max bringing another stranger into this new relationship? After all, until last Wednesday he was a stranger himself.

She couldn't wait to get to Landover, knowing she'd arrive at the bar early to scope things out ahead of Max's arrival. She also knew she'd need a drink or two to help relax and get into the feel of things. She could watch the guys as they came and went. That always aroused her.

Ann had always secretly loved role-playing to heighten sexual anticipation and pleasure. It's something that she'd withheld from Jake, though. There had always been an odd sexual tension between the two. Dysfunctional might be the better word to describe their relationship. They each loved sex but were unable to communicate their needs. It became easier to find what they needed from others.

Ann had found it easiest to leave Jake with the impression that she had a very low libido. She knew that meant he would be very open to finding pleasure elsewhere, which was fine. She'd do the same, leaving them both happy while creating the public illusion that things were just fine between them.

Things hadn't always been this way for Ann. It's only been within the last year or two that her urges have become so intense. Previously, sex wasn't as important to her. Her early experiences with sex were indeed all bad. What triggered the new attitude wasn't clear, but Ann needed sex and she didn't want it to be boring. Nothing conventional for her. That's how events had brought her to today.

Today! It was only 1:30, but she'd been ready for nearly an hour, so she decided to head out on the 30-minute drive to Landover, which would put her at the Golden Grain an hour before the appointed time. That sounded about right for her to have a couple of drinks and slip into the mood.

When she arrived, the bar was still filled with the late lunch crowd, so she sat at a table toward the back. There, she could watch the guys who came and went, allowing her ample time to pick the one she wanted to flirt with.

By 2:30, when the crowd had thinned a bit, leaving only the afternoon drinkers, she'd settled on a target. Scott, as she would soon learn to be his name, was quite a physical specimen. At six feet tall, he had a very trim waist and a flat stomach that indicated he worked out regularly. His jeans hinted at a pair of muscular legs and quite a nice package not so discretely carried where legs met torso. A brass Harley belt buckle drew further attention to the bulge Ann considered a prominent feature - that and his large biceps his short-sleeve cotton pullover only served to enhance. A chiseled jawline accentuated the facial features Ann found alluring. "Yes! He's the one," Ann thought. Deciding time was only being wasted, she took her drink to the empty stool at the bar right beside him.

"Well, hello darlin'," He was immediately interested, as his eyes mentally undressed her through the short, thin material of the sundress Max had ordered her to wear. It clearly met with Scott's approval, too. "I don't believe we've met. Why is that?"

"I'm Julie," Ann lied. "New in town. How about you?"

"M'name's Scott. I've been here forever, just waiting for you to show up."

"OK, so he was strong on opening lines since he'd likely used that one as long as he's been in town," Ann thought without letting her feelings show. That feeling certainly took a back seat to the feeling she was having about wanting to have his hard body rubbing all over hers - being particularly interested in what was hidden just below his belt buckle.

"Cool Harley buckle," she complimented, while her eyes didn't linger quite that high up his body.

"You like that, do you?" Scott proudly stood to give her the full effect, thrusting forward just enough to make sure there was no doubt where Ann's attention would land. It was all she could do to keep from reaching out to massage his package.

"Very nice," Ann purred.

"Your drink seems to be empty," he said to Ann while summoning the bartender to bring another.

If she hadn't seen Max walk in from the corner of her eye, she might've grabbed her new friend and headed somewhere private. She was way beyond aroused. Not knowing how or when Max would intervene, Ann gave in to lust by cupping the sizable bulge in Scott's skin-tight jeans. As she massaged the mass, it grew noticeably larger, before she slid her hand down the inside of his thigh. His muscles tightened at her touch.

Scott, with the back of a large index finger, traced Ann's neckline and then trailed along the top buttons, slipping inside to follow the top of her lacy bra. When he circled an erect nipple, Ann shuddered and gasped softly. She scooted closer until her thigh ground against his groin.

In response to a kiss on her neck, Ann grabbed Scott's butt, admiring its firmness. "Look, I hate to walk away from this, and what would surely follow, but I need to visit the little girls' room."

"Sure, Babe. I'll be here when you need me," Scott spoke with a surprising amount of indifference, considering she'd just been massaging his most intimate parts.

Reluctantly, Ann made her way along the bar toward the restrooms, passing Max without seeming to notice him. She expected that's how he wanted it played. He gave no indication of recognizing her, yet when she came out again, he was waiting near the door.

Grabbing her wrist roughly, Ann was backed against the wall to receive a deeply aggressive kiss. His free hand squeezed her breast with little tenderness. Without a word or releasing her wrist, Max walked her toward the front door. As they passed Scott, he looked confused but made no move.

Max's car was parked near the door, and he pushed her into the passenger seat before getting in behind the wheel. Although there had been no shortage of exciting anticipation since her arrival at the bar, it was now heightened by the uncertainty of what was to happen next.

They drove without talking until Max turned off the main road just outside town. A small lake came into view and he turned again, this time into a parking lot near the shoreline. He came around the car to let her out, again grabbing a wrist firmly. He walked her briskly toward a treeline where a picnic shelter sat somewhat obscured on the shoreline. A small boat with two fishermen floated silently at some distance. She noted that in case she needed to scream for help. Tina's words of warning from the previous day came to mind. While she had her cell phone, Max wasn't likely to allow her time to make any calls.

At the first picnic table, Max unceremoniously bent her face down over the table while holding her waist from behind. He pushed her dress over her hips revealing her bare ass. As he'd ordered, she wore no panties. She heard the familiar sound of a zipper being opened and soon felt Max's hard dick against the back of her leg. He roughly spread her legs farther apart and reached with a moistened finger to prepare her for his entry.

Ann let out a gasp as he drove his erect shaft deep inside her. Placing a hand on each hip, he drew her toward him, meeting each of his trusts, which grew to an almost savage pace. Soon, her thrusts against him were as violent as his. With her head thrown back, she moaned a savagely guttural sound from deep within. She begged for more and harder thrusts with which Max was happy to comply. In minutes, they both came in waves. But, rather than stop for a rest, Max sat on the tabletop, drawing Ann before him and where she took his semi-erect cock into her mouth.

She began by slowly licking the underside of his shaft from his balls to the tip. Cupping his testicles in one hand, she began to massage them while she took him deep inside her throat. She had just begun stroking his length while her tongue concentrated on the ultra-sensitive spot just behind and below the head when she suddenly felt another pair of large hands caressing her butt.

Instinctively, she turned to see who the hands belonged to. The Harley belt buckle Scott was wearing was the first thing she noticed, but Max quickly pulled her face back to her unfinished job.

Excited to find she was now going to have another of her fantasies checked off her list, she hungrily returned to finish Max and soon felt the warmth and girth of Scott's jumbo-size manhood laid on her lower back. The sensation sent shivers throughout her body. She raised herself to allow Scott easier access. Although she thought she had prepared herself for his size, his entrance was like nothing she'd ever experienced. He slowly penetrated to the hilt. It was almost more than she could handle, momentarily taking her breath away, but when he began thrusting slowly, she quickly came to accept his size and was eagerly meeting each thrust.

The excitement had pushed Max over the brink, so when Scott pulled out of Ann, he turned her around with her back against him. He'd locked her arms behind her through his. Scott then re-entered her from the front, cradling her legs through his arms and leaving them dangling on either side of him. She was completely at the men's mercy, which drove her wild. She bucked and ground against Scott's every thrust while rolling her head from side to side against Max's shoulder.

After they'd each finished with crashing orgasms, Ann had to ask, "I guess you two know each other?"

"Scott is my nephew," Max volunteered. "Today's his birthday and you're his present! I promised you to him for the night."

On one hand, Ann was enraged at the audacity of Max to make such a gift of her body without asking. But, the thought of a night with the object of her desire, after what she'd already had to this point, was more than she could have dreamt about.

"What about Jake?" she wondered. He'd wonder why she wasn't coming home. There was only one thing to do. "I just have to make a call first. Then I'm your greatest fantasy, Scott!"

"Tina, Honey, I need a huge favor," Ann began the call.

"Are you all right, Annie? Tina asked, genuinely worried."

"Wonderful! But, I won't be home tonight. I need you to keep Jake busy all night - away from our house! I know you're the only one I can ask. You'll know exactly how to keep his mind busy until mid-morning. Take good care of him, Honey!"

"You got it, Annie! Anything for you, Girl." Tina hung up and took a moment to make sure she hadn't been dreaming.

"Jake? How are you, Sexy?" Tina's call began. "Whatcha doin' tonight?"