“Let me have her bra then,” chimed in Ray-ray, reaching out eagerly.
“Come on you guys,” laughed Chelsea nervously. “Do I really have to go back out to the bar without any underwear?”
“Aren’t we leaving now?!” croaked Sam indignantly.
“I’m thirsty, I want another drink,” replied Chelsea with a pout.
“Shit, if you are hanging out, then I am too,” said Joe. “Here, go clean yourself up,” he said, tossing her a bar towel.
“Yeah, you guys clear out of here and let me try to clean this mess up,” said Ray-ray, shaking his head. “I’ll be out in a minute and join you for a drink.”
“Sounds like a plan,” chirped Chelsea, happily. Sam noticed that she had a glow of happiness about her that he hadn’t seen in a long time and it made him reconsider his feelings of frustration and jealousy. Chelsea wiped the cum from her face with the bar towel and hopped agilely off the desk. She gave Sam a quick peck on the cheek as she grabbed her dress. The three men watched in fascination as she wriggled back into her dress, causing her boobs to do marvelous things. “Oh my god, my boobs are going to bounce all over the place without my bra,” she said, shimmying her shoulders and making hit tits jiggle amazingly. “Anyway, I will meet you boys back at the bar, I am running off to ladies room to freshen up.” She gave Joe and Ray-ray each a peck on the cheek on her way out and tugged at the hem of her dress before unlocking the door and slipping out.
“Come on Sam, let’s leave Ray-ray to sort out his sticky papers and let me buy you a drink,” said Joe, clapping Sam on the shoulder as he stood up shakily. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” said Joe as they made their way back out to the bar. “How about I give Chelsea another pool lesson. But this time she won’t have any panties on and I can pop my cock right into her in the middle of the bar without anyone being the wiser.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” stammered Sam awkwardly, but his own penis rebelled and grew stiff at the idea. It was going to be a long strange evening Sam thought to himself as Joe chortled crassly behind him.
Wife Meets a Rough guy at the Bar
Dana and Sam, a middle-aged, suburban married couple were getting dressed to go out to a bar one Friday night.
Sam was buttoning up his shirt in the mirror and noticed Dana behind him, sitting on the bed as she prepared for the evening. He admired her large round, jiggling breasts, clearly visible through her lacy bra as she pulled a fishnet stocking up her pale shapely thigh and secured it with a suspender.
“Wow, that’s pretty sexy,” commented Sam, feeling his manhood shift in his trousers at the sight of his wife’s body. “You never wear lingerie, what’s going on?”
“Do you like it?” asked Dana, feeling a thrill of nervousness flutter through her stomach. “I wanted to try something different for a change, I was hoping it would capture your attention. Our love life has been sort of, well, infrequent lately. Maybe this will spice things up a bit.”
“Well you are definitely piquing my interest,” joked Sam, turning to face his wife as she slipped into her other stocking and fastened it. The black fishnets encased her graceful legs and accentuated them seductively. He gazed at Dana’s dark, well trimmed patch of public hair as she stood and pulled on her skirt.
“Uh darling, you aren’t wearing any panties,” he exclaimed in surprise as she adjusted the short shirt around her waist.
“I know,” she told him, hold her lips tight to suppress a jittery giggle. It made her feel strangely vulnerable to feel the air flowing up her skirt and cooly caressing her vagina. Her stomach tightened and her armpits grew slightly damp as she struggled to control her anxiety, unsure if she could go through with her plan.
“But, uh, wow,” said Sam, scratching his head as he realized that his wife intended to go out in public without any drawers on. His pulse quickened and he could feel his heart thumping in his chest with excitement and fear. His penis stiffened at the thought of his wife passing by other men in her short skirt as they looked at her, totally unaware that she wore no underwear. Then he imagined her crossing her legs on a bar stool and treating some stranger to a glimpse of her bush and his phallus jerked upright in response.
“I see the gears turning,” she said, taking a deep halting breath to calm her nerves. Then she noticed the obvious bulge in Sam’s pants and she laughed with delight. “My goodness, Sam. Look at you!” She rushed over to her husband and grasped his member through his pants. She put her face close to Sam’s until her could feel her warm breath on his face and smell the minty scent of toothpaste from her mouth. “You like the idea of me being a little slutty around strange men, don’t you? Walking around with no panties, maybe flashing a peek to a stranger like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct.”
Sam gasped in pleasure with Dana gripping his penis and his breath came raggedly as his palms started sweating. “Oh wow, Dana,” he said. “Are you really up for this? That’s pretty wild for us.”
Dana blushed and kissed her husband on the cheek, releasing his member and smoothing his lapel as she struggled to calm her frazzled nerves. “You never know what you are capable of until you try it,” she said, forcing a smile as her stomach flipped in apprehension.
“I never thought you would want to do something like that,” said Sam, trying to adjust his erection to make it less visible.
“You seemed fairly aroused by the idea,” said Dana over her shoulder as she applied makeup in the mirror.
“I never thought I would want to do something like that either,” admitted Sam, watching his wife apply her lipstick and noting the bare strip of thigh visible above her stockings and below the hem of her skirt. “But you are right, this will definitely spice things up. Like a red hot chili pepper.”
Sam and Dana laughed awkwardly together as they headed out the door. They were both excited and frightened about the night that lay before them.
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When they arrived at the bar, it was dimly lit and smelled of perfume and spilt beer. They noticed that the crowd was a bit younger, mostly people in their 20’s and 30’s. Sam immediately noticed several younger guys looking at Dana’s body in her short skirt and fishnets.
“I feel like a floozy in these fishnets with my thighs peeking out. It seems like everyone is staring at me,” said Dana, tugging self-consciously at the hem of her skirt. “I’ve seen a couple of women shooting daggers at me with their eyes already, and I feel naked without my panties.”
“The men seem to like your outfit, though,” said Sam with a wry smile.
“I know,” gushed Dana. “It’s been a long time since so many men paid attention to me. It’s very exciting. It’s nice to feel as though I still have sex appeal left at my age. I hope it’s not bothering you too much.” You gazed questioningly into her husband’s eyes.
“Go for it, babe,” said Sam, forcing a smile while his throat constricted slightly from jealousy. “I don’t want to be possessive. You deserve to be in the spotlight for a change.” He took a deep breath, struggling to seem relaxed. “I’ve got an idea, why not unfasten your blouse another button and go over and get us a couple of drinks at the bar while I find us a table.”
Dana’s heart started pounding and she gripped the hem of her dress to reassure herself that no one could see her unclad pussy. She smiled nervously at her husband. “Sam, the way the men are looking at me, I’m afraid some man might make a pass at me if I go up there alone.”
“So what’s wrong with that?” said Sam, his pits growing damp at the thought. “I wouldn’t blame them. You are a gorgeous lady.”
“Oh, Sam, you are terrible,” gasped Dana, swallowing the lump in her throat.
“Come on, Dana, you are a grown woman. Has it been so long since you had to fight off another suitor?” asked Sam over the din of the crowded bar. Dana just looked at him as though he should know the answer already. “Look, all you have to do is show them your wedding ring and tell them you are here with your husband,” said Sam. “I will
be right over here at one of these tables,” said Sam. “Just grab our drinks and beat a hasty retreat.”
“Ok, honey,” said Dana, straightening her shoulders and unbuttoning her blouse to expose a bit more cleavage. “I wanted to do a bit of harmless flirting with other guys, but I didn’t realize this would be so scary.”
Sam smiled and kissed his wife to encourage her and then turned to find a table. He touched his throat unconsciously, feeling choked by the anxiety of the situation. He found a table about 50 feet from the bar and sat down to wait for his wife. He could see her making her way toward the bar turning the heads of men as she slipped gracefully through the crowd, one hand continually tugging at the hem of her dress. There were people ahead of her at the bar ordering drinks and Dana had to wait her turn. A tall, rough looking young man in his 30’s approached her and looked her body up and down dramatically.
Sam felt his stomach flip as his wife’s cheeks flushed red in response to something the younger man said to her and she crossed her hands in front of her crotch, and bowed her head meekly as the man spoke to her. The man was big and muscular, but looked lower class and wore a faded t-shirt and jeans. Sam’s heart pounded with unease as he watched the apish fellow puff his chest out and try to woo his wife, but he restrained the urge to jump up and intervene. She deserved to get her ego boosted a bit after all. Sam didn’t want to spoil her fun.
He saw Dana hold up one hand to show the man her ring and gesture vaguely in his direction. The big suitor made a dismissive gesture and grabbed her impulsively by the elbow and pushed his way through the throng around the bar, dragging a laughing Dana along with him as he cut ahead of other people whose squawks of indignation he ignored. Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise as his wife was whisked out of sight, hidden by the crowd around the bar and he pondered what to do. Sam didn’t like the looks of his wife’s admirer or the way he seems unconcerned that she was married. He considered going over and finding her but decided to wait. It would be a bit awkward to push through the crowd, reach the bar and intercede between his wife and this pickup artist. So he just sat at the sticky bar room table, rubbing his sweaty palms on the thighs of his wool slacks and smiling sickly at people passing by.
After a few minutes, he really felt the need for a drink, so he decided to go see what his wife had gotten up to. Sam walked over to the bar, but it was still very crowded and he didn’t have nerve to force his way in front of the other people waiting to order. He craned his neck trying to see over the crowd but he couldn’t see Dana or the guy that hustled her off. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in frustration but resolved to wait his turn in line, breathing in the scent of cologne and body odor of the other bar patrons as he was jostled in the crowd. He finally made his way to the bar and ordered a glass of wine but again, Dana was nowhere to be seen. He asked the bartender if he had seen her, but the bartender shrugged his shoulders and then turned his attention to the next customer.
Sam pushed his way out through the people clumped around the bar and looked around in consternation. Where had his wife gone? He wandered through the bar for a few minutes until he finally spotted Dana and the interloper. Dana had her back to the wall and the rough fellow was looming over her leaning against the wall with one hand. She was looking up at him meekly and giggling as he talked to her. The site of this stranger practically pinning his wife to the wall made Sam’s stomach twist with jealousy and he rushed over rescue her from this man’s advances.
“Oh Dana, here you are, I was looking all over for you,” said Sam approaching the couple breathlessly.
The suitor swiveled his large head toward Sam and looked at him with undisguised disdain. “Ah, so you are the husband, then,” he commented gruffly. “Dana said you were around here somewhere.” The intruder didn’t bother backing away from Dana and kept his arm in place, barring Sam from reaching her side.
Sam was taken aback by this man’s bold behavior and he felt the blood draining from his face as he sputtered nervously trying to think of an appropriate response.
Dana put her one hand on this fellow’s chest and gently pulled his arm down with the other as she shot her husband a sheepish glance. “Oh darling, I am glad you found us,” she said, her heart pattering madly in her chest. “This is Kurt, he simply insisted on buying me a drink,” she trailed off awkwardly, afraid to reveal the nature of their conversation to her husband.
“Hello, Kurt, I am Sam,” said Sam stiffly, not bothering to extend his hand as he gazed at Kurt coldly.
“That’s nice,” said Kurt, casually draping his arm around Dana’s shoulder. “I was just trying to figure out a way to get into your wife’s panties,” he said with a lop-sided grin. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Dana snorted with laughter in spite of herself and grasped at Kurt’s hand dangling from her shoulder. Sam gasped in shock and his face burned with embarrassment when he realized that Dana wasn’t trying to extract herself from this rude man’s embrace.
“Um, that’s, uh, very honest of you to say,” stammered Sam, stunned by Kurt’s audacity.
“But I tried to tell him that it simply wasn’t possible, dear,” said Dana, her eyes bright with excitement.
“Of course, she’s a married woman,” said Sam to Kurt. He gestured at the way that Kurt was wrapping one of his long limbs around Dana’s shoulder but didn’t know how to ask him to unhand his wife.
“Married women do cheat sometimes,” replied Kurt with a smile, wagging his eyebrows at Sam to rattle his cage a little.
“That’s not why it isn’t possible to get into my panties though,” said Dana, giving her husband a look of anticipation.
“Oh, right,” said Sam, feeling his throat constrict as he realized what Dana was talking about.
“What are you talking about?” asked Kurt suspiciously, looking back and forth between Dana and Sam. He could tell they were exchanging significant glances as though they were keeping a secret from him.
Dana paused and looked around to make sure none of the other bar patrons standing nearby were listening. “I’m not wearing any panties,” said Dana softly.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Kurt loudly. “I knew you were in play when I saw those slutty fishnets, but I thought you were too tame to pull a move like that. Here, hop up on this bar stool and let me get a peek.” Kurt effortless grabbed a heavy bar stool and pulled it over for Dana to sit on.
“Now hold on there, mister!” blurted Sam, finally able to voice his objection.
“No I really couldn’t, Kurt,” laughed Dana nervously holding her hands up and backing away from him slightly.
“Get up on this stool right now,” demanded Kurt forcefully, patting the seat of the stool for emphasis.
Dana stared at this aggressive man in shock and her heart jumped into her throat. “I can’t believe your nerve!” she said in amazement, glancing between Kurt and Sam.
“Yes, that’s really going too far,” said Sam rushing toward his wife to lead her away.
But Kurt held up a muscular arm, baring Sam’s way. “Hold on a second, Sam,” he said, looking at Dana intently. “You need to give your wife a chance to do what I told her.”
“That’s preposterous,” said Sam, eyeing the interloper warily. He was a big man and Sam was sure that he would come out on the losing end of any physical altercation. He glanced around trying to see if a bouncer was nearby.
“It might not be preposterous,” said Kurt, finally turning to look at Sam and fixing him with a sincere gaze. “I think your wife is one of those women that need to be controlled sexually. I think she would get off on it.”
“Oh, come on,” replied Sam half-heartedly.
“I don’t know, maybe she was testing you,” continued Kurt. “Whose idea was it for her to skip the drawers tonight?” Kurt watched closely as Sam and Dana exchanged helpless glances but didn’t reply to his question. “A-ha, see it was her idea and she wanted to see if you were man enough to stop her. But you weren’t.”
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nbsp; “Now see here,” said Sam, waving his finger at Kurt.
“That’s not how it was, Kurt,” said Dana, interrupting her husband. “Sam and I just wanted to spice things up a little. Of course Sam is a real man.”
Sam tried to stand up straighter, but he had mixed emotions about his wife coming to his defense. On the one hand, he was glad that she would stick up for him, on the other hand he was worried that there was a seed of truth in Kurt’s claim.
“Ok, Dana,” said Kurt, crossing his arms across his chest. “So you and Sam both agreed that it would be exciting for you to come to the bar without any panties on and wearing that slutty outfit?”
“Well, yes,” said Dana, lowering her head docilely and tugging at the hem of her skirt again. She felt her cheeks burning with shame and excitement.
Kurt turned abruptly to face Sam and Sam took a startled step back in spite of himself. “And you,” said Kurt, pointing an accusing finger at Sam. “You sent your wife up to the bar alone to get the drinks.”
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