My wife Sally has a favorite bar, a very small space with live bands, Americana rock and roll, mostly. She usually goes there with her girlfriend, a single woman who introduced Sally to the bar. Her girlfriend seems to know everyone there.
But the other week there was a group playing there my wife wanted to see, but her friend was busy, so she asked if I wanted to stop by. I had to work later than she did, so we planned just to meet at the bar. I got there when she was already there and it was crowded. She was seated at the bar with a drink when I entered; she waved. I came over and got the bartender's notice, eventually, and ordered a beer.
We chatted a bit and she was in a good, playful mood, but when the second of the three bands started it was too loud to talk anymore. We each refreshed our drinks, which for her was enough for her to be feeling it. After a bit she took out her smartphone and started resumed a word game she plays with me. It was amusing playing it with her, standing next to her in the bar.
After the set ended I went to the Men's room. When I came out and approached her this guy came to the bar behind her and saw the screen on her phone. He asked "Who's winning?" He leaned in close over her shoulder to look at the board and her tiles. I stepped back a bit, so as to watch without interfering. She turned towards him and laughed at something he said. He leaned over her his arm around her as he pointed at moves on her screen. She gave me a sly look when she had a chance. It was hot. He pressed up against her back. She placed a hand on his arm, and leaned back into him, just a little, but enough.
I sent a comment through the game: "What are you working on?" She said "I think it'll be a big one."
She had never done anything like this before. As far as I knew, but then I didn't usually come to this bar with her.
After she sent her next work they said something to each other, and got up to go to the back patio where people go to smoke, though she doesn't smoke. I gave them about ten minutes then went back there, cautiously. They were in the back shadows under a tree. She was pressed up against him on her toes, her breasts pressed into him, lips locked. His hands clutched her ass, pulling her against him, and her hands roamed over his back and sides. They shifted around and he pressed her against the wall. She wrapped a leg around him, and his crotch pressed into her.
Then the broke apart and I went in. They came in and he said something to her. The headlining band took the stage and it turned out he was the drummer. Sally came over to me and asked me "Enjoying the show?" I told it was very interesting.
As we came separately we left separately. She told me she might stay a bit later, and she did. When she got home she just smiled and refused to say if she knew him before and what else she did that night after I left. I'll tell you I've never been harder than I was that night and she's never been wetter than after she came home and I ate her out. I'll never know if it was my imagination, but I'd swear we both had a taste of drummer that night.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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