My [F]irst [M]arried man pt 1.

Fair warning this is long and there’s no actual penetration or oral.

The day it happened I arrived for work in the pub at 10 to set up for the lunch time service like normal. But there was a last minute change and instead of waitressing I was out behind the bar and Ben’s wife was put in the kitchen. It was odd, because I had no experience behind the bar and there wasn’t really any reason for Kate to be in the kitchen, but I shrugged, tied on my apron and plastered a smile on my face as the door opened up and the patrons came in.

It was a traditional village pub and outside of the tourist season the majority of customers who came in on a Sunday for their roast dinners were the same ones who had left only a few hours earlier and were now nursing hangovers. This was good for me and all the mistakes I made while manning the bar for the first time. Apart from a few leery calls of “a bit more head, Jessie, love.” and a few challenges of my on the fly maths when working out how much change was owed I done okay. I liked being behind the bar, I could look out across the entire pub from behind my post. I was surprised by how small it was though. Just a tight narrow galley packed with glasses and spirits, crates of soft drinks and boxes of crisps. There wasn’t too much space to move around and I realised the touches Ben and Kate shared while they were working together behind the bar were probably less about affection and more about the practicalities of moving around each other.

My [F] first time getting fucked [M] al fresco

When I was nineteen and truly a bratty little slut there was nothing more tempting to me than married men. I’ve always wanted what’s not mine and I was drawn to them like a moth to a flame just for the thrill of seeing if I could make them mine. I still have to stamp that urge down even today.

Ian was my friend’s boss. I don’t really remember the reason we first met, I think it was at one of her Christmas work parties where I came along as her plus one. What I do remember is the attraction. It was instant and intense and I felt it reflected right back at me.

Ian was tall and broad with dark hair and darker eyes. He was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, collar loosened and bow tie undone. And there on the fourth finger of his left hand was the shiny gold metal marking him as off limits. But the look that spread over his face when he was introduced to me was quite the opposite.