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Our Dynamic and the Bar

Both of us had been married before and while his previous marriages all ended in divorce, my last one had ended with my late husband’s death. I’d never considered getting married again. The years I’d spent nursing my last husband and the problems we’d had put me off of marriage. That is until he had come along.

We were introduced by a mutual friend and immediately we clicked. The coffee turned into dinner which progressed to me going to his place and staying the night. Both of us were old enough to know what we wanted and we found it in each other. From that first day we were rarely out of each other’s presence.

He often woke between four and five in the morning although I would usually sleep through till seven. His love of sex and wanting lots of it often found him waking me with caresses and his hands exploring various parts of my body. The nightgowns I’d always worn were an impediment to him and after the first few nights the gowns were relegated to a bottom dresser drawer. When we were done, he would cuddle with me until I went back to sleep again and he would go make coffee.

Sleeping naked, using one of his old denim shirts with buttons undone sufficed during my day in the house, and when he would take me to a bar or restaurant, I wore a partially buttoned filmy blouse, short skirt, and crotch-less panties. Anytime, anywhere, he wanted to be able to caress my breasts, suck my nipples, or put his fingers in my pussy. We had sex in every room of the house, in dark corners of parking lots at night, and once he had me on a friend’s pool table.

I was way past child-bearing and he was sterile. My children were all grown and estranged for reasons beyond my marriage to him plus they all lived in a different part of the country. Marriage had never been ‘fun’ for me but he made it a delight and both his family and my family came to see us marry.

When we’d been together for about six months, he told me to get dressed to go out. It was a bar about a quarter of a mile from our house and it seemed quite popular with the locals. The bar had pool tables, karaoke three nights a week, and poker on Wednesday. Tonight was ladies night.

The Bar

I drove most of the time when we went out and he always insisted on opening my door for me. When I swung my legs around to get out of my small SUV, he stopped me from stepping down and opened my legs. His hands pushed my skirt up until he could see my pussy in the crotch less panties. The pair I had on was made of a material that hid nothing.

“Tonight I want you to do as I say. I love you and you know that, but tonight I want to see another man fuck you.” His hands moved to the filmy blouse I wore with a shelf bra so my tits were upright and the nipples pushed against the fabric. Opening the buttons, he licked first one and then the other breast. Slowly, he did up two of the buttons and tied the bottom of it below my bust, exposing my midriff.

I slid out of the seat and my skirt went even higher. As he played with my pussy, a man in a pickup truck slowly drove past us and parked about three slots down. The man got out of his truck and walked toward us.

My husband leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Do you think you’re up to getting fucked by another guy?”

I looked in his eyes and nodded my agreement. “Good, then just play along with me.”

When ‘pickup man’ approached, I could see the bulge in his jeans and I licked my lips in anticipation. Slowly my husband pulled his fingers out of my crotch and barely pulled my skirt down to cover me.

“Is everything okay here?” Looking at me with my husband’s hands on me he asked if I was alright.

My husband interrupted, “she’s just fine. Do you like what you see?” My husband’s hand brushed across my nipples which made them hard and push against the blouse. “She’s a great fuck and if you’re interested, I’ll let you fuck my whore for a price.”

‘Pickup man’s’ bulge kept getting bigger and I could tell he had a generous dick inside his jeans. “How much?”

My husband turned me around so I faced the seat of the car. “Bend over that seat so I can show this man what he is getting!” A generous slap on my ass accented the command. My skirt was pulled up and my legs were spread. “She wears these panties with a big slit in them so it’s easy to get a dick in her pussy.” Looking at the guy, “So, you want her or not?”

“What, right here, right now, and how much is she.”

My husband nodded. “We’ll talk about payment later. Sure you can fuck her here. The front hood of the car, bent over the seat right here, or put her up against that tree over there.”

The guy’s dick was freed from his jeans and his hands went up my skirt as he pushed it up to my waist. The fingers of his right hand explored my wet pussy and his other hand reached around and he squeezed and stroked my erect, hard nipples. He looked at my husband, “you sure about this?” When my husband smiled back he started to guide the tip of his hard penis toward my open pussy.

I don’t know how whores are supposed to act but I was close to climaxing even before he pushed his way into my cunt. My husband’s dick, even when not aroused, was long and thick with a good sized pair of balls so I was used to big dicks. This guy’s was at least as big as the one I slept with every night so the sensation was pure pleasure. He slid it in and out, squeezed my breasts, and pulled my nipples.

I don’t know how many times I came because after the first three I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the thick shaft that was pounding into me. My husband later said he thought I had come five times before ‘pickup man’ pumped me full of cum then waited until he was completely done before pulling his dick out and stuffing it back into his pants. My husband got a wipe out of my purse and cleaned me up, stroked my pussy, then covered it with my skirt.

My husband gave me a big smile and turned to the man. ‘Pickup man’ asked him again how much he wanted for the fuck. “Buddy you paid me plenty when you fucked my wife. Thank you, seeing her getting her pussy filled with dick and cum was payment enough. We’ll probably see you in the bar so have a great evening!”

The guy turned and walked in the back door of the bar.

My husband pulled me to him and put his arms around me. “I loved watching you get fucked by another man and I hope you know how proud I am of you. I want you to fuck anyone you want at any time you want. All I ask is that you tell me and I’m there to watch. You just had the most beautiful look on your face when you climaxed and I loved seeing him fill you up with his dick and his cum. Now, are you ready to go inside and have a drink?” I grabbed my purse and we walked into the bar hand in hand.

It was called Eddie’s Pub and the music was loud as my husband opened the door. We could see ‘pickup man’ with a group of guys by the pool table. He smiled at us as he lifted the bottle of beer to his lips. One of the men in the group said something to him and after he spoke to him the second guy smiled my way. I could see him looking me up and down as his free hand rubbed the front of his jeans.

My husband squeezed me gently and whispered in my ear. “Looks like we may have another customer, are you up for it?” I looked him in the eyes and smiled my assent. “If you are, I am!”

We got one of the small tables near the dance floor and while I sat down, my husband went to the bar to get us some drinks. ‘Pickup man’ and his friend came by our table. Both men looked me over while they waited for my husband to get back. After my husband put our drinks on the table, he stood and talked to the two men. It was hard to understand what they were saying because the music was so loud. I did catch snippets of what they said which mostly revolved around my pussy, tits, and me getting fucked. The two guys sat down at our table while we drank our drinks. The friend of ‘pickup guy’ was named Gary and he started caressing my leg under the table.

Gary spent most of his time eyeing my boobs and his hand kept getting higher and higher up my skit until he finally got to my pussy. All the while my husband was smiling at me and I squirmed in anticipation of getting fucked. The four of us left the table and went out the back door to the car-park. It was dark and the lights were on but not in the remote area where my husband had wanted me to park when we first got to the bar. My husband opened the door to the car and put my purse inside. He leaned me over the seat, pushed my skirt up around my waist, and had me spread my legs. Looking at the two men he said, “Here she is, fuck her good!”

I know that Gary and ‘pickup guy’ (George) both fucked me, but before they finished another couple of guys joined them. My husband was there and made sure everyone had their turn at me and no one had me more than two times. George brought me a white wine which I drank after he’d had me the second time and before the next guy shoved his dick in my sloppy wet cunt.

At the end of the evening, all of the guys had either gone back inside or left for home. Eddie, the owner of the pub came out and found my husband cleaning me up with some wet wipes. “Hey, you guys shouldn’t be doing this out here. I don’t want the cops here busting me for allowing prostitution.”

My husband took him aside and explained that no one paid for me, I was a free fuck. “You want to have a go at her yourself?” The owner nodded as he took his dick out of his pants.

I was bent over the front seat again with my skirt pushed up and my pussy opened, ready to be used. All of the cum had made my panties wet and my husband told me to take them off. Eddie took no time fucking me. The slapping, grunting, groaning, and moaning finished him off in no time. “Look, thanks for the fuck, but you guys really should take this to a motel or your house.”

“Well, we live just down the street, but I didn’t want to take your customers there and maybe hurt your business. Next time, we’ll think of something else.” The owner said good night and my husband put me in the passenger’s seat so he could drive me home.

He led me into the house and directly into the bedroom. Slowly he took off my clothes and we went into the bathroom. All the time he was taking care of me he caressed my body and told me how proud and happy he was of me. “We’ll take a shower so I can clean you up. You are my beautiful wife and I loved seeing you getting fucked. I want you to fuck as many men as you want, but at the end of the day, I will be the last one to fuck you. I want you to always come home with me so we can shower and I can have the last fuck.”

The hot water from the shower and the soap he used to scrub me down took the last of the cum the men had left on me. He used the hand shower to blast water into my pussy and he soaped up my ass too. The big, fluffy towels I kept in the shower were used to dry us off and he took me to bed. My dear husband took his time with me. He sucked my nipples, used his fingers to check my pussy, and then he fucked me hard and slow. When he finally came inside of me he turned me on my side. I went to sleep with my back to him, his dick in my pussy, and his hand holding my breasts. Sweet dreams, I am his!