A Night at the Bar [MF]

Our kids were at their grandparents for the week and it was a nice change of pace. When Thursday night rolled around, I thought I would head straight home. But some of the guys from work convinced me to go over to The Sparrow, the local bar. Calling up Marie, I could hear disappointment in her voice, but she told me to have fun.

Reaching the bar, we had a few beers while talking over work and life. We had been there for about an hour when I got distracted by a woman sitting at the bar. I had seen her enter, but didn’t pay any further attention until now. She was sitting at the bar in business dress, skirt, heels, and blouse. What caught my attention was the fact that she kept waving off any men who approached. Without realizing it, my coworker Larry decided to go over and try for himself. They talked for several minutes and things seemed to be going well, but then he must have said the wrong thing because she came scurrying back to our table. When we pressed him for details, he said that he had asked her to dance to the music that had just started, but that she coldly refused. As guys do, we all ribbed him about it for several minutes. Eventually he grew tired of it and challenged is to try. As the only married man, I refused. But they jumped all over me for not being any fun. Finally giving in, I hiked up my courage and walked over. After all, I was just going to talk to her, how much trouble could that be? Walking up to the woman I introduced myself, “Hi, I’m Ellen” She replied. We did the standard bar chit chat and I learned she was in town for the day on business and would be flying out tomorrow morning.

From talking, we learned that we had a lot in common. We liked a lot of the same movies, same books and both like good wine. While talking, I finished my beer and offered to buy her a drink. One drink turned into several and soon we were talking about more risqué topics. At one point, her skirt rode up her leg and I caught the top of a stocking and garter belt. I think she heard me moan and I had to shift to try and hide my growing erection. I’m not sure that I was successful…

Knowing the situation had the potential for danger, I thanked her and returned to my coworkers. I was greeted with high fives and cries of “DUUUDE!”. Flushing slightly from embarrassment, I resolved to finish my beer and then head home. Before I could even take a sip, I felt a tap on my shoulder, looking over I found that Ellen was standing behind me “Sorry, fellas. You mind if I steal him from you?” without another word, she grabbed my hand and led me out onto the dance floor. I’m an indifferent dancer at best, but Ellen wasted no time in grabbing my hands and placing them on her hips. Swaying to the music, she led us around the dance floor. Before I knew it, several songs had played and I found myself with my crotch pressed against her ass and her long hair splayed down my back as she rested her head on my shoulder. As if coming out of a trance, I look around for my coworkers and realize that they have already left for home, leaving me alone with Ellen.

During a moment of calm when Ellen has gone to get us more drinks, I feel a buzz in my pocket. Extracting my phone, I find a text from Marie “Having a good time?” she inquires. With shaking fingers, I manage to respond “Yup. Might stay out a bit later than planned, that ok?” A response quickly arrives “No problem. Have fun!!”. Soon after, Ellen returns with more drinks. Returning to the dance floor, I once again find my crotch against her ass, this time I can’t help but grasp her hips and pull her against my rapidly swelling dick.

With a mischievous grin, Ellen looks over her shoulder at me through the fringe of her bangs and gives me a sexy grin. Between the feel of her ass, the red of her lips and lust in her eyes, I can feel myself losing my control. With a boldness unlike me, I run my hands down her hips and up again under her skirt until I can feel the tops of her stockings. Inching higher, I can feel the heat emanating from the juncture of her thighs. Even over the noise of the music, I can hear her gasp as I briefly dip my hands between her thighs. Coming once again to my senses, I pull my hands away and attempt to step back away from Ellen. She does not give me a chance as she spins around and wraps her arms around my neck so that she can bend down and kiss me. The feel of her lips and tongue erodes any last willpower that I had left. She puts her lips close to my ear and I can feel her sweet breath as she whispers “My hotel is just down the street; let’s go”. With a groan, I can only surrender to the woman standing before me.

As I use the bathroom before we head out, I consider climbing out the window, but my dick is too hard and is doing the thinking for me. “Going to eat something, will be even later” I text to Marie. “Ok” is the response “I’m going to climb into bed soon anyway”. Glad for the dark bar to hide my erection, I meet Ellen again and we exit the bar arm-in-arm. Giggling and stopping frequently to kiss in dark doorways, we make our way down the block. Reaching the hotel, I do my best to control myself as we cross the lobby. With just enough of a buzz on, I can’t help but stare at Ellen’s ass. Knowing that I’ll soon see it exposed is contributing to the wet spot that is evident on the front of my slacks. Reaching the elevators, she pushes the button for her floor. As the doors close, I push her back against the wall and kiss her violently. I grab her ass and push my cock against her. I hear her panting breaths and her nails as she claws at my back. Too soon, the elevator doors open. Grabbing my hand, Ellen runs us down the hall to her room. Fumbling with her keycard, I grope at her ass as she tries to open the door. Finally succeeding, I push her inside. Pausing only to turn on the lights, I meet her at the foot of the king sized bed. Once again wrapping her arms around my neck, we kiss.

With growing desire, I run my hands over her ass and tits. Grabbing the front of her blouse, I rip it open, sending buttons flying around the room. She is topless in front of me, spectacular tits encased in a black bra with nipples as hard as rocks pushing against the fabric. She quickly pulls my shirt over my head and we work together to remove the rest of our clothes. Pushing her down to the bed, I hesitate only briefly before diving into her sopping wet pussy. Ellen tastes delicious as I feast on her. Running my tongue over her lips and clit, she moans and cries in pleasure. Inserting a finger into her wet tunnel, I curl it until I can feel her g-spot. The combined stroking of her g-spot with my mouth and tongue on her clit soon sends cries of passion echoing off the walls. Looking up her body, I can see that Ellen’s hair is disheveled and she’s pinching her own nipples. Inserting a second finger, she is soon thrashing on the bed in the midst of a violent orgasm accompanied by cries of passion.

Crawling up her body, I can only think of Ellen as I slide my dick inside her pussy. She wraps her arms and legs around me and pulls me to her. Kissing me and biting at my lips, she commands me to fuck her. I do my best to oblige. With powerful thrusts, I ram my dick into her. The feeling of this stranger’s pussy is incredible and her repeated cries of “Fuck me, Robert!” are driving me towards a massive orgasm. It seems that my cock is bringing Ellen closer and closer to another orgasm as her pants and moans continue faster and faster. Finally, Ellen cums with a scream and digs her finger nails into my shoulders. With a loud grunt, I shove my dick as deeply as I can and cum erupts from my dick bathing her womb with my seed. Panting and gasping, I withdraw and Ellen wraps her sweaty body around mine.

After several minutes, we are both able to move again. Ellen stands up and goes into the bathroom. Coming back into the bedroom, she reaches up to remove the wig “I thought you were going to have something to eat” Marie says with a grin. “I just did” I reply. I thought you were going to crawl into bed “I am now” is her response. As we cuddle together in the hotel bed and drift off to sleep, Marie murmurs to me “That was fun”. I could only agree.

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2 comments on “A Night at the Bar [MF]

  1. Great fucking story. I was in disbelief through the majority, but that ending got me good. Well told sir. 10/10 would reccomend.

  2. I do not normally read cheating stories, but this was well written, so I continued and was very pleased with the ending. Well done. Good read.

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