It all seemed very surreal. There I was, sitting at this crowded bar, watching the other side of the room while this muscular stranger ran his fingers thru her hair, his lips locked into a tight embrace with my wife’s. Her soft white skin against the darker tone of his seemed almost artistic. I could feel myself getting more aroused the longer this kiss lasted. Watching her hands all over his firm body was driving me insane. He began to slide a firm hand up her exposed thigh. As his strong finger reached the edge of her skirt I watched closely as my wife, clearly now drunk with lust, broke away from his kiss long enough to glance over at me, but I was not about to stop her. She bit her lip slightly and looked back into his eyes. Not breaking eye contact, she spread her thighs slightly. Just enough to allow his hand to slide under her skirt. I watched her moan from across the bar as his fingers explored her upper thighs. I had to adjust myself in my pants as I imagined how soaked her panties must be right now.
Author: PsychologicalMath325
Date Night at the Bar [MFM]
I pulled the car into one of the last remaining stalls and pushed the button to shut off the engine. Slowly, the vehicle lights dimmed and eventually turned off as I sat there and watched the nightlife moving all around me. The line up to get inside this particular establishment surprised me. I had anticipated it would be busy, but this was more than I had guessed. No matter, busier was very likely better for an evening like this.
Finally, the moment I had been waiting for since I parked, I spotted her walking down the sidewalk towards the line. It was unclear where she came from, but what was very clear was that she was here to have a good time this evening. Her modest heels highlighted those tanned legs that seemed to go on forever. My eyes traced their way up to her thighs and were pleased to see the black leather of her skirt, hugging her form just right, and short enough to make you excited everytime she moved. As she walked towards the crowd, it was easy to see more than a few boys eyeing her up. Her thin red top showing off quite a bit of skin, being only just enough to cover her voluptuous breasts, and with a deep plunge that left me questioning if it would even continue to do that all evening long.
[MF] Pizza Delivery Guy
This was going to be perfect, it had been surprisingly slow for a Friday night, but I didn’t mind at all. I’d just made my last delivery of the evening, so all I needed to do was get back to the shop and clock out. I had a long relaxing night of drinking and gaming already planned out. I pulled my delivery car into my parking stall and jumped out. When I walked into the shop I noticed another ticket on the board. Dammit! I tried asking my boss if someone else could take it, but I lost that battle before I even began. Fine, another delivery. Not like I actually needed to be home anyways. Besides, maybe this one will actually tip well.
I pulled up out front of what was hopefully my last house of the night. The gravel driveway crunched under the tires of my rusty old Honda, my neon “Pizza” sign flickering in the blackness. These people couldn’t have at least left a front light on? I got out of the car and grabbed the single pizza and order of wings, extra spicy, someone clearly enjoyed adventure. To top it all off, these folks hadn’t even paid online, so I actually had to interact with them. Ugh. I walked up to the front and knocked on the door.