About two years ago me and my husband one summer day headed to a nearby beach town where there are several bars within walking distance of one another. Our plan was to visit all the bars and enjoy appetizers. After the first two bars we had drank about four beers apiece and had shrimp cocktails and some oysters. At the third bar we sat at a table outside with a group of young girls from out of state. We never ate anything but we drank two more beers while talking to the girls. We are both in our late forties and we enjoyed their youthful views on life. We decided to move on to the next bar which was about a block away on the water front. When we arrived the place was packed with people and the only seats available were at the bar but not together. I sat next to a attractive younger lady while my husband sat a few stools away. In no time the lady to my right started talking to me. I was a little loose with the several drinks I had already and I tend to talk a bit when buzzing. It turned out that she was there visiting her boyfriend who was the bartender. She introduced me to him and he was very cute with a great body which I complimented her on. She said that's not all he's hung like a horse. Which I jokingly said my husband is more like a pony pointing him out to her. We laughed. Her boyfriend began giving me free drinks and even offered my husband drinks as well. After about two drinks I noticed my husband wasn't at the bar. He eventually walked up and said he was in the bathroom and wasn't feeling very well. He said he was going to step outside for some fresh air. My new friends name was Shelly and she was a former pro soccer player. I was a athlete myself in the day so we had a lot in common. After another drink I thought I'd better go check on my husband. Shelly went outside with me. At first I couldn't find him so I called his phone. He answered and said he was in the car. He sounded very drunk slurring his words. I told Shelly he was drunk and there was no way he could drive home. She offered her place for us to stay which I thought was sweet of her. We went back inside to finish our drinks. Next thing I knew was her and her boyfriend taking me back to their place. I remember her helping me remove my clothes and getting into bed. Then they both started kissing me. We all had sex for 3 hours. When I crawled out of bed I was still nude and there was semen running down my legs. I began to worry about my husband and started looking for my clothes. Shelly woke up and helped me get dressed. I told her I needed to leave so she gave me directions back to the bar where I left my husband. I was still woozy but walking outside was clearing my head. The town was small so finding our car would be easy. It was about 4:30 in the morning and as I was walking a car pulled up and I heard my name called. I turned to see my husband who was driving around looking for me. He said he was worried about me and had been looking for me about 20 minutes. We started heading for home which was a hour and half away. We were both awake and he asked what happened. I told him that I wasn't sure but I just had my first threesome. I started remembering things that happened that night and one memory was of Shelly's boyfriends rather large dick. That explained my sore pussy the next day. I told hubby how I remember me and Shelly in a 69 position and kissing as her boyfriend took turns fucking us. He said he wished he could have watched and I told him I wish I wasn't so tired so I could have enjoyed it more myself. We went back months later and he no longer worked there. I was hoping for a repeat so my husband could watch.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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