Her husband rolled off of her after cumming too quickly, yet again. She loved him, but getting a few minutes of missionary sex once every three or four months wasn’t what she had signed up for when she married him. He had been her only lover, after meeting their freshman year of college, but she couldn’t help but think that she might be missing out on more. He laid on his back next to her breathing hard, with a slight beer belly rising and falling, and asked with a smile, “So, how was it for you?” She didn’t want to lie, or hurt his feelings so she replied with, “As good as it always is,” which technically wasn’t a lie. He smiled at her, and she forced a smile back while saying, “Maybe next time we could try a different position?” His smile immediately vanished and turned to a scowl, “What? I’m not good enough for you?” She quickly tried to respond, “That’s not what I meant.” But he cut her off, “You know I work hard all day trying to provide a great life for you, and this is what I get?!? I just want a wife that appreciates me and what I do! I’m not putting up with this, I’m heading out!”
Before she could say anything, he was already up out of the bed slamming the door to the bedroom behind him. She laid there trying to figure out what she could have done differently, feeling very alone and unloved. She heard the front door slam and his pickup truck drive off, probably out to the bar with his friends again. He’d be gone at least for another five or six hours, stumbling home drunk, or passing out at a friend’s place. It wasn’t all that uncommon any more, she felt like a second class citizen in her own home. Still naked in bed she pulled herself together and dragged herself out of bed. She slowly made her way to the bathroom where she caught a glimpse of her body in the bathroom mirror above the sink. She did a quick twirl and pinched her nipples, tracing her hands down to her shaved pussy and tight ass. She playfully slapped her own ass while looking at herself thinking, “I’ve still got it, I’m not washed up yet.” And she was absolutely right, at only 38 years old she was still in great shape. Since she didn’t work, there was plenty of time for yoga and cardio, and kept up to date on all the new diet and food trends. With a tight and defined ass, and a perky set of C cup tits, she could have easily passed for a girl in her late twenties.
She hopped in the shower, cleaning his sweat off of her, and she let her mind wander a little. She started thinking about a few years back when she had been out for a friend’s birthday party, her husband hadn’t come since there was some silly basketball game on that he “just couldn’t miss.” There had been a younger man, probably not even 30 who just couldn’t take his eyes off of her all night. He was the opposite of her husband; tall, tanned, slightly muscular, and had a gaze of piercing blue eyes that cut right into her. He had passed by their table and when he brushed up against her slightly she could feel the electricity shoot between her thighs. His musky scent and the way he carried himself made her instantly wet with desire. She had NEVER felt that way before, and had not felt that way since. It was pure sex, and although it may have just been in her mind, she couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities and what could have been.
She snapped back to reality, realizing that she was still in the shower, but that her pussy was soaked and her clit was engorged. She reached her right hand down and felt how hard her clit was, and how moist her hole had become. Her fingers began to encircle her clit, giving her tight pussy a finger from time to time while her left hand massaged her tits, pinching her erect nipples, causing her to moan softly. She felt her hips begin to sway with the pressure she was putting on her clit and felt the waves of ecstacy envelope her body as she came. Her juices ran down her leg as her she could feel the pulses of her orgasm contract inside of her. “Whew, I guess I was a little more pent up than I thought,” she laughingly said.
After toweling off she started to put on her pajamas, which was a ratty old pair of sweatpants and a t shirt, but then had a thought. “You know, he’s always going out with friends, and I’m always stuck at home, maybe I need a glass of wine with one of my friends!” She grabbed her phone and dialed Wendy’s number, no answer. “Well, strike one, better try Angela” she said with determination. This time it was straight to voicemail. “Becky’s the only other girlfriend I have…” she dialed the number desperately. It rang five times before the voicemail kicked in. “You know what?” She declared to herself, “I don’t need anyone else to have a good time, I’ll be just fine with my good friend Jack Daniels!” She threw on a pair of tight jeans that made her ass look fantastic and a tank top that showed just the right amount of cleavage. She gave her self a once over in the hallway mirror, put her hair up in a ponytail and grabbed her keys. She headed out the door, locking it behind her, figuring worse case scenario she could Uber it home.
She pulled into the parking lot of the bar down the road. It wasn’t a dive bar, but it definitely wasn’t some some swanky wine bar that her friends normally went to. She pressed the little button on her keys, locking the car as she walked towards the door. “What am I even doing?” she thought with a little hesitation. Just as she was considering turning around and heading home to watch some Netflix, the doorman opened the door. “ID please,” he said without a smile. She handed him her driver’s license, feeling kind of good that she could still get carded. She walked into the dimly lit bar and forgot how smokey these places could be. There were still a few empty seats up at the bar so she made her way up past the pool tables and high tables to take a seat at one of the stools at the bar. The bartender was a cute blonde, maybe 22, and just a little too perky. “What can I get ya?” She asked bubbly. Wanting something stronger she ordered a tall Jack Daniels and Coke which the bartender brought right away. “You want to pay now, or open a tab?” The bartender asked. She placed her visa on the bar and said, “just leave it open.”
Looking around, and surveying the scene, it was a very typical bar. One of those new digital jukeboxes, black lights and colored lights kept it dim with some neon beer signs hung throughout the bar. The majority of light and sound came from the area with pool tables and dart boards, and a good portion of the bar goers had congregated in that area too. She had already downed half of her drink and felt relaxed in a way that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. She guzzled down the rest of the drink and ordered another one without the slightest bit of guilt. “He gets to do this all the time, I deserve at least one night for myself” she thought.
Looking back to the pool table she caught a set of eyes looking her up and down. All of a sudden she was mentally transported back a few years to that night at her friend’s party when she had felt wanted for the first time in a long time. Again, this man’s blue eyes seemed to stare right into her, his tan skin and toned muscles contrasting those piercing deep blue eyes made her melt from 20 feet away. They held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity, and although there were loads of people around them it was like they were the only two in the bar, time had stopped just to connect them.
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