Hello, Stranger

“Wow, it’s busy in here tonight. I wonder where… Ah, over there. ”

I have to maneuver through a crowd as I make my way to the one empty seat in the entire bar.

“Excuse me… Thanks…Yeah, excuse me…”

It’s packed tonight. Usually, I like this place for its cozy, intimate atmosphere, but tonight, they’ve got a drink special going on and there’s a local band up on stage. Just my luck.

I consider choosing another bar, but that’s when I see you. You’re sitting all alone at the end, resting your elbow on the counter as your long hair spills over your shoulders.

“Holy hell.”

I’ve got a perfect view of you from here. Your thin, white tank top frames your cleavage so perfectly that I can’t look away. And your black leather skirt rides up your thighs as you sit with those long, tanned legs crossed.

God, you’re gorgeous. An absolute smokeshow. And that outfit… yeah, it fits you in allllllll the right places.

I’m not the only one noticing you, though. The bartender isn’t even trying to hide the way he eyes you. He’s so hopeful that he stands a chance.

I’m not close enough to hear what he says, but whatever it is, you laugh, those painted red lips drawing a smile that fires me up from deep inside.

I love the way you smile. The way your whole face gets in on it. The curl of your lips, the crinkle in your nose, the sparkle in your eyes… there’s nothing more beautiful to me in the entire world.

And would you look at that… an empty stool right next to you. Looks like my luck is changing.

“Thank you, that’s sweet of you to say…”

“Well, it’s the truth. I see a lot of women come through these doors and many aren’t worth a second look.”

You like the flattery; it makes you blush. And when you see me approaching from the corner of your eye, you really lean into it.

“Well, keep pouring me drinks this strong and maybe we’ll see where the night takes us…”

“Ahem, is this seat taken?”

You look up at me through those dark lashes, tracing the rim of your nearly-empty martini glass with a mischievous look in your eye.

“All yours.”

“You need something?”

I have to contain my laughter. The guy actually thought he stood a chance with you, and he’s mad I interrupted the moment. It’s almost pitiful.

Although I have to say, watching the attention you get from other men in this bar turns me on more than I thought it would. You turn heads all the time, but this… watching them openly flirt with you without knowing your husband is right beside you?

Yeah, there’s something really fucking hot about that.

“I’ll take a whiskey neat. And another martini for her on my tab. ”

When I look back at you, you take my breath away. So gorgeous. So put together. So very obviously out of my league.

I can’t help but think about the first time I tried to get up the courage to ask you out all those years ago. God, I was nervous. You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

We’d never spoken before, I didn’t even know your name– but suddenly I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t know everything about you. And it still took me weeks to ask you out that first time.

Even though I know the answer this time, I feel the same way now. The excitement, the nerves, the potential. All those same feelings pulse through me tonight.

“I, uh, hope you don’t mind me sitting down. It’s just that you really remind me of someone. ”

“Oh, really? Who? ”

“Just a girl I used to know.”

“Well, she must be special if random women in bars are making you think of her…”

“Oh, you’ve got no idea how special.”

“Tell me about her.”

“I could talk about her all night. For starters, she’s an absolute knockout. A killer smile… tight, seductive body… eyes so deep you could get lost in… The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met in all my life ”

“Okay, I'm liking the comparison so far.”

“She’s absolutely stunning, but it’s her heart that’s most special. Always making me laugh..always looking out for others. She’s the life of the party, but goes out of her way to make people around her feel important… ”

You blush, recognizing the honesty that seeps through the cracks of our little game. I know I don’t tell you nearly enough just how incredible you are, but I don’t ever want you to forget it.

“She sounds like she means a lot to you.”

“She sure does.”

I love the way you glow in the hazy bar lighting.It makes me want to cut the night short and end this silly little game we’re playing right now.

That's what I’d usually do, though. It’s what I’ve done before. And tonight is different.

Tonight is about stepping out of our comfort zone. Letting go of the roles and routine we’ve settled into.

Tonight is about the spark. The fun. The thrill of the chase. It’s about the recklessly in love kids we were before life got in the way and finding them again.

“Thanks.”

“Thank you.”

“Is he bothering you?”

“A little, But it’s nothing I can’t handle. ”

That little wink you shot him nearly does me in. What the fuck is happening to me?

Watching other men hit on you–and you flirt right back–should press every possessive button I’ve got… But instead, it does the opposite. I’m thoroughly enjoying it. In fact, it turns me on.

I know what a catch you are, and all the attention you’re getting tonight is just proving it.

I want them to be led on. I want them to think they stand a chance. And then I want to be the one walking out of here with you in my arms at the end of the night.

I have to admit I was a little skeptical about this when you first suggested it but fuck… am I glad I agreed. This build-up is better than any foreplay I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to sit here with my hands to myself.

“You let me know if you change your mind, and I’ll take care of it.”

“So do you flirt with all the bartenders, or is this one special?”

“You sound like you might be jealous…”

“Jealous? Nah, I don’t get jealous. ”

“Why is that?”

“Guys can look all they want… you’re still going home with me.”

“Wow. You know, most women might get turned off by that arrogance. ”

“True. Most women might be. ”

“Something tells me you’re not like most women, though, are you?”

“Well, if you’re lucky, you might get to find out.”

Your hand gently falls to my thigh, hidden underneath the bartop. No one else can see the way your touch unravels me, and I have to fight to keep my composure, especially when you flash me that smile.

“Well, we know the guy has good taste in women But can he make a decent drink? ”

“Let’s find out… Cheers to good company. ”

“And to new adventures.”

I can’t look away when you lift the martini glass and press those thick, luscious lips to the rim.

“It’s pretty good… But nothing like my husband makes. He knows I like them extra dirty. ”

You run your tongue along your top lip and that one subtle move makes my cock throb.

Jesus Christ. There are so many other things I’d like to do with that mouth, and they all play through my mind.

Patience has never been my strong suit, which you’re well aware of. But that’s probably why you’ve made it part of the game. Taunting me. Teasing me. Making me work for it.

“A husband and the bartender? Looks like I’ve got a bit of competition… ”

“You didn’t think you could waltz in here and I’d make it easy on you, did you?”

“Absolutely not. I love a good challenge. ”

“So, where is this husband of yours tonight? I can’t imagine he’d let you sit in a bar all alone looking as incredible as you do.”

“Working… like usual. ”

Your eyes fall to my wedding ring, and I know we’re both remembering the day you slipped it on my hand almost ten years ago now. Some days it feels like longer, but some days it feels like just yesterday.

“And what about your wife? Where is she? ”

“Oh, she’s probably in a bar somewhere… Drinking cheap martinis and flirting with bartenders who think they stand a chance with her. ”

“She sounds like trouble.”

“She is. But the very best kind. ”

“Talk about competition…”

“Oh, there is none. Believe me. I’m exactly where I want to be tonight. ”

You blush and take another sip of your drink, hiding behind that frosty glass. One of the things I love most about you is your humility. You have no clue just how gorgeous you are or the power you hold over people around you.

The bartender isn’t the only one I’ve caught looking tonight. That guy at the high-top table… another one over by the band… You’ve got the attention of almost everyone here tonight, and it’s got every one of my senses in overdrive. Any man in here would love to take you home, and it’s a perfect reminder of just how lucky I am.

It’s not that I forget it. It’s just that sometimes it gets lost in the routine of our daily lives. Between two demanding jobs, our growing family, and the constant hustle, it’s easy to lose sight of each other. Of who we really are. Of our hearts. And that’s why tonight is so important.

It’s only getting busier, and there are people everywhere. I reach for the edge of your stool and drag it closer to me, fitting you right between my knees.

Still masked underneath the counter, your hand inches up my thigh until you reach the seam of my slacks. Your fingertips glide over my cock, the thin fabric the only thing between your bare skin and mine. Even with the barrier, your touch gets me hard, and you smile because that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

“Is your wife going to mind that you’re here with me tonight?”

“Oh no, I think she’ll be fine with it. She’s got no problem sharing… ”

“Sharing?”

“She knows a threesome has always been one of my fantasies…”

I can see your eyes widen, wondering if I’m telling the truth or if this is just all part of the act.

Honestly, I haven’t ever told you about this fantasy, but this has turned me on so much, I can’t help it.

“Well, if she’s unavailable, I bet my bartender friend would be more than willing to fill in…”

“Ah, so you’ve considered a threesome, too…”

“Never. But I might be persuaded. ”

Your hand is still on my thigh, and it’s torture for me not to react to your touch. Long…. gentle … strokes…. With each one, you brush against my cock for a brief second, turning me on more and more. Your hand is like gasoline to my flame, and it’s the fight of my life to hold back.

Fuck, I’ve got to have you and the wait is only making me crazier.

“Well, what is it for you, then? What’s something you’ve always wanted to try?”

“Hmm, well, I guess if you’re putting me on the spot then… I’ve always thought it would be fun to have sex in a public place. Like in a coat closet or a back alley or just somewhere where we risk getting caught. ”

As soon as you get the words out, your gaze falls downward like you’re nervous to look at me, and that’s when it hits me.

We’re not playing the game anymore. We’re not two strangers in a bar. You’re my wife. I’m your husband. And you’re sharing secrets too, and you’ve just admitted something to me I’ve never known about you.

Even after all this time, we’re still learning about each other.

You barely give me a second to wrap my mind around that before you lean in close, your lips grazing my ear.

“Somewhere dark and quiet… somewhere a person could walk in at any moment… It would have to be fast–not even enough time to get our clothes all the way off. No time for foreplay… no time for connection… just raw, heat of the moment sex. You’d have to hold your hand over my mouth as I come so that no one would hear me moan… And without many options for clean up, I’d have to go right back out there and pretend like nothing happened, still sticky with your cum… ”

“Jesus baby…”

I almost can’t believe what I just heard. It’s so unlike you, and it’s so fucking hot.

“You… uh… we should…”

“I think I'm going to go to the bathroom and leave you to your imagination for a few minutes.”

As you walk towards the back hallway, you glance back and shoot me a wink. Suddenly, it all makes sense. The dimly lit bar you chose, the way you’ve been touching me, egging me on… This is what you’ve been after from the start.

And who am I to deny that?

Once you disappear into the bathroom, I pull out my wallet and throw a few bills down to cover our drinks. I even leave a good tip to soften the blow for the bartender as a consolation prize.

My body buzzes as I get closer and closer to the bathroom. I've never done anything like this before, and it’s thrilling.

The door is unlocked, and I twist the handle and come inside. You turn at the noise, giving me a mischievous smirk, not the least bit surprised that I followed you.

“Took you long enough.”

I’m not going to waste another second. I shut the door behind me, locking it tight.

When I’m in front of you, I wrap my arms around you, hands resting on your waist as I look down into those big, fuck-me eyes. Such a perfect mix of innocence and attitude. Your cheeks are rosy from the alcohol, and as you tilt your head up, those painted red lips are just begging for me to kiss them.

I’m drawn to you like a magnet. God, you taste so fucking good. It’s familiar, but a completely new experience all at once as the heat builds between us.

“Mmmmmm”

You part your lips, and my tongue sweeps through your mouth as our kiss gets rougher. Wilder. More desperate. I want to touch you everywhere, so I do.. Along your neck. Through your hair. Inching up underneath that white tank top.

“Ahhhh…”

“God, you feel so good, baby. I’ve been waiting for this all night. ”

Fuck, I could do this all night. Just kissing you makes every nerve in my body buzz, but our time is limited, and I want to make your fantasy come true.

I take your hand, spinning you around and pressing you forward until your hands plant on the edge of the bathroom counter right in front of the mirror.

Even with your back to me, the mirror provides the perfect view. I’ll be able to see every expression, every reaction on your face as I work you over.

With you bent this way, your gorgeous ass pops back. Your black leather skirt rides up, inching higher and higher against your bare thighs. One more move and I’d get a clear view of your pussy. I bet it’s already wet for me. Ready. Anticipating.

“Do you have any idea how fucking incredible you are? How much I love you? ”

I run my hands along the curve of your ribcage…

Reaching around and cupping each of your tits and massaging through the thin fabric.

“Oh godddd, baby. That feels so good”

“Mmm. And how about now? ”

Your nipples harden with my touch, and I roll each one between my fingers. When you drape your head back against my shoulder, eyes shut as you take in every bit of pleasure and satisfaction you can, I nearly come undone.

My hands slide down further. Over your stomach… to your ribs… trailing all the way to the hem of that skirt, and I hike it up over your hips. When you reach for the zipper, I bat your hand away playfully.

“Uh uh… No time to take our clothes off, remember? ”

With your skirt out of the way, I shove your panties to the side and twist a finger inside of you.

Fuuuck, you’re already so wet. Soaking. Dripping. Even better than I imagined. I slide another finger in and pulse them in and out of you over and over again.

“I’m going to give you everything you want, baby. I’m going to follow those directions to a tee. You just sit back and enjoy… ”

I rub the length of your pussy, first with one finger, then two before plunging inside of you again.

In the mirror, I can see a wild look in your eye. You open your mouth like you have something to say but the words get lost as I plunge my fingers deeper and deeper inside of your sweet little cunt.

“God baby, you know I love to hear you moan, but there are people right on the other side of that door… And if they hear us, I’m going to have to stop. We don’t want that, now do we? ”

“No! Please don’t stop… ”

“Then you’re going to have to be a good girl and keep quiet for me. And if you can’t, I’ll have to find something to put in that mouth. Got it? ”

I don’t pull a dominant card often, but something about tonight feels right, and judging by the way your eyes cloud over, you agree.

“I’ll be quiet. I promise ”

“That’s a good girl. And good girls get rewarded.”

Pressing my thumb against your clit, my pace quickens. Faster and faster until it teeters on punishing. Your thighs clench around my hand, but it doesn’t deter me. If anything, it encourages me because I know you’re close.

“Sooooo fucking hot. But you know that, don’t you? I saw the way you were eating up that guy’s attention tonight. You liked that he was flirting with you, didn’t you? ”

When you don’t answer, I thrust my fingers in a little harder.

“Yes! I liked it! ”

“I did, too. It turned me on to see the way that other men look at you. The way they want you. All the while knowing that you’re mine. All fucking mine. Isn’t that right, baby? ”

“Yessss”

“Good answer.”

“I swirl my fingers inside of you, curling up to that spot that makes you crazy, and I watch in the mirror as your orgasm hits. ”

“Oh… oh god.. I… ahhhhh”

Clasping my hand over your mouth, I muffle those sweet, sensual sounds you make. Each little moan, each little whimper… they drive me fucking insane but I don’t want to have to cut this short. Your breath is hot against my palm as you cry out.

“Ahhhh…”

“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. Cum on my hand right now. There we go… ”

Your body tenses, eyes closed, as you melt back into me. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, and you wipe the softest, sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard as each wave hits.

Watching you enjoy yourself like this almost puts me over the edge myself, so as you’re still coming down, I unzip my slacks and my cock springs out.

I yank your panties to the ground and bend you back over the counter.

“Mmm”

Just as you’re coming down, I slide inside of you with a quick thrust, eyes locked on yours in the reflection of the mirror. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything so fucking hot in all of my life.

“Ohhhhhhh…”

I don’t even give you time to catch your breath, extending your high as I pump my cock inside of you, filling you up and driving deeper and deeper until you’re gasping for breath.

You brace yourself against the edge of the sink as a second, more intense wave of orgasm hits.

“Fuuuuuck, baby…”

I watch your release through the mirror–eyes glazing over, the tremble in your thighs, the slight part of your lips… I can’t hold back another second.

Grab onto your hips, one final passionate thrust sending me over the edge.

“Holy shit…”

“Oh god, baby. That was so…”

“Everything you dreamed it would be?”

“So much more.”

For a minute, we’re frozen in time, the muffled hum of music playing on the other side of the door, and then a sharp knock that cuts straight through the intimacy.

“Oh god….”

“Come on…”

You adjust your skirt and I fix my pants. The moment is gone all too fast, but I can’t help but think this is exactly what we needed. This raw, intimate connection that broke down walls neither of us knew we even had.

“I guess this is the part where you walk out of here still sticky with my cum, huh? ”

“Your place or mine?”

“Surprise me.”