She felt the stranger’s hardness inside of her. She was on all fours in a booth in a dingy bar. Several other strangers were lined up waiting to have a stab at her (pun intended). And she was prepared to let them. The only stipulation was that they couldn’t wear condoms and they all had to cum inside of her.
She had entered the bar just twenty minutes earlier. It was a sad smelly place, with about seven or eight sad looking male patrons sitting around the bar. The bartender was probably the best looking one, but even he was pretty un-fuckable. It was early afternoon on a Saturday, and this out of the way dive bar was to be the scene of her wildest fantasy come true.
She hadn’t planned this, not even a little. She had met a friend for lunch and a few drinks and then she planned to find a birthday present for her husband. After they parted ways, she decided to take a back way into the city to pick up something fun for her hubby’s birthday. She was a little horny having traded some innuendo laden texts to her husband. They were planning, among other things, to celebrate his 50th birthday with some kinky sex. And their texts were decidedly naughty.