It was Friday evening, and she had finished work and her gym session. She drove home to her house. Ate dinner, showered, and changed into something casual, jeans, and a T-shirt. The words to Deep Purple’s Speed King ran through her brain, something about being paid and blowing it all on Saturday night; the words escaped her.

Okay, it was not Saturday, and as an accountant, she was going to save. But I can spend some, she thought.

Where to go and what to do (or who), she thought.

She took an Uber to a bar she had frequented a few times. Early Friday evening, the bar was still quiet. A few people were grabbing a drink before heading home.

She sat down on a barstool, ordered a Woodford Reserve on the rocks, and settled in to eye the clientele and generally people-watch. A few guys were shooting pool – not her type. A couple were chatting at a table behind her; they were dressed for the office. She assumed they were colleagues at their workplace and were winding down the day. People came and went as the evening drew on. She had nursed her first drink for about an hour when a guy, whom she had not noticed before, walked up to the bar and ordered a beer.

“May I buy you a drink?” he asked her.

He was not too shabby looking, she thought.

“Sure,” she said. “Thank you." Another Woodford Reserve was served.

Small talk ensued between them; she had noticed the wedding band he was wearing, but so what. She had been married herself (twice), and both times there had been infidelities on both sides. The pool table became free, so they both shot some pool, and the conversation between them continued. It transpired from his conversation that the wife was away for the weekend to visit her mother. After pool, the chat continued while they played darts together. The evening could get better, she thought as he offered to drive her home. She climbed into his truck and directed him to her home.

“Do you want to come inside for a drink?” she asked when they reached home. This was after a short kiss that they had had when they had pulled up outside her house.

“I would love to,” he said.

The evening's conversations had varied over different topics, but one thing had interested her—he had told her that his sexual relations with his wife had dried up to nothing. She had lied to him when saying she had not had a man for months, but only a white lie. She was feeling hungry tonight, maybe this was something to satisfy that hunger.

They sat on the couch together; he had another beer, and she had poured herself another bourbon on the rocks. The drinks were on the coffee table in front of the couch. Kissing ensued, more passionately. His hands were under her T-shirt. She was braless, and he grabbed a handful of her tits. His hands left her tits to concentrate on her jeans, unbuttoning them to reach her panties. This proved somewhat difficult, so she lifted her ass so he could pull them down a bit for better access. He rubbed her pussy through her panties till she suggested retiring to her bedroom.

They walked to the bedroom, they kissed again, and she undressed and lay on the bed. He quickly disrobed and joined her. They kissed, and his hands explored her body. Then his mouth explored her. First, her neck slowly worked down to her tits, kissing them, sucking her nipples, which grew hard. Then her belly and finally her pussy. He licked her pussy slowly up and down and side to side, occasionally sucking on her clit. He continued this treatment until she came, then moved back up to kiss her mouth.

“I taste good,” she thought.

She took hold of his cock and stroked it gently.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he said.

“Neither do I,” she replied.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked.

“No,” was her reply. “I need this inside of me,” she said and squeezed his dick.

“I’ll pull out then,” he said and climbed on top of her.

She looked up at him and moaned as he slid inside of her.

“It’s been nearly a year,” he said as he fucked her, stopping every few minutes, trying to stop from cumming or just to make it last. They moved to doggie next. He fucked her hard this way, again stopping to prolong the pleasure. He stopped again and pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs dangling down the sides, and he slid back inside her. He pounded harder and then stopped again. Finally, back to missionary.

He stopped again and said, “I want to cum inside you.

“Go for it,” she said.

He rolled her up and fucked her harder, pounding his cock in and out of her.

She had a thought as he was close to cumming. “You guys really pull funny faces when you fuck.”

He shot his load inside her, and she came too and felt her pussy grab his cock as he came. They kissed till he fell out of her, then cuddled and chatted till they both fell asleep.

She awoke the next morning with his hands on her tits and his cock nudging her ass. She excused herself to pee. On her return, her mouth sought out his cock, slowly licking up and down his hardening length, then swallowing as much as she could for a few minutes. He moaned. Her mouth released him, then she climbed on top and rode.

His hands kneaded her tits as she rode his cock. When he said he was close to cumming, she ignored him and continued to ride. His load emptied inside of her, and she leaned down and kissed him. They stayed like that, kissing, till his length reduced and fell out of her.

He left after a shower and coffee. She felt that Friday night had been quite good. Now it was Saturday. What will happen tonight?