George

My wife Brenda and I had reached our early sixties. Although we loved each other more now than ever, the stresses of helping our grandchildren, children, parents, and close friends had all but erased our sex life. It wasn't due to a lack of desire, but rather a lack of energy when we did have a little time to ourselves. Of course, we weren't spring chickens anymore, so we did need a little inspiration sometimes.

We'd been reading sexy stories on a site called Lushstories from time to time, and always enjoyed the roleplaying stories, so we thought we'd give some a try. The housekeeper, workman, and other such deviations were okay, but we needed more excitement, so we opted to go out to a public place to heighten the experience. Of course, we opted for the cheating co-workers meeting in a bar across town.

While out picking up something a few towns over, since no one sold it in ours, we scouted the area for local bars that might work for our latest roleplaying idea. We wanted someplace a little bigger so that we'd be relatively anonymous and unbothered, but not something that was overly loud and rambunctious. We were looking for a place that two co-workers might visit for an illicit affair away from their spouses and friends. The third place we visited was sort of a restaurant/bar mix with several tables and booths scattered about the room and a good-sized bar.

We believed that this would do well for our first public experience and chose a Wednesday, hoping that it wouldn't be overly crowded. As for what to wear, well, we had a really good time deciding on that. In the end, Brenda decided on a blue mid-length skirt with a white button-down blouse along with four-inch heels.

Even though we were a little older, we were still in pretty good shape, and Brenda looked as hot as she ever had in that outfit. So hot, in fact, that she had to run it through the wash after she showed it off to me.

So we set up to meet at the bar the following Wednesday, even going as far as driving separate vehicles, so it would feel even more realistic.

Brenda

With our outfits and meeting place chosen, George left the house first, heading for the bar. After he left, I headed back to our bedroom to remove my bra and panties as an extra surprise. During our earlier roleplaying, I'd often remove my undergarments to add that bit of extra spice. I considered telling George, but I was afraid that he'd worry too much about other men seeing my treats. This way, he'd be taken by surprise just like anyone else I decided to flash.

George

I arrived at the bar, and it was a relatively light crowd of mostly business folks. The bar only had a few occupants, so I got a barstool near the far end, while purposely leaving the last one empty for Brenda. I ordered a Gin and Tonic for myself, but held off on ordering anything for her until she arrived. Knowing her as I did, I was sure that she'd be a little while getting there. In the interim, I people-watched to check out the make-believe competition.

I was sipping my drink to keep it from going to my head too quickly when she finally walked into the bar. Brenda looked sexy as hell! She'd changed her skirt to something much shorter, exposing well over half of her toned thighs. I could also tell that she was braless given the way her nipples poked at her white blouse. I watched the crowd's reaction, as nearly every man and several women ogled her while she stood about ten feet from the door, her eyes scanning the room for me.

Brenda

After removing my panties, I looked in the mirror and felt that I just wasn't showing enough leg. I did have a slightly shorter red skirt and tried it on, but in my mind it was still too long. I got the idea to roll my waistband inward to shorten the skirt a little more. It seemed to look okay, but I wanted it much shorter. I rolled it three or four more times until it was just a few inches below my ass.

I loved how sexy the length looked, but the waistband was kind of a wrinkled mess, so I untucked my blouse to cover the top of the skirt. After a little more adjusting, I turned away from the mirror and bent at the waist. I got about halfway down before the bottom of my ass started to show. Now I knew how far I could take things out in public. Riled up and leaking from my little fashion show, I grabbed my purse and headed out to meet George.

Arriving at the bar, I walked inside and started looking for George and saw him at the far end of the bar with a drink in hand. I also noticed that quite a few of the other patrons were staring at me. Fueled by their leering, I pretended to still be looking for him while soaking in the crowd's evident lust. Even some of the women stared openly at my legs and breasts.

Still in mock search mode, I noticed a couple of guys moving my way from the bar. Their eyes were locked on mine, even as I looked past them at George. As we came together, the younger of the two, maybe in his late thirties, offered casually, "You are smoking hot, lady. Let me know if your date doesn't pan out. I'd love to take you home."

They kept walking, obviously aware that I'd been looking past them, but his words made my pussy weep.

If ever I was going to cheat on George, it would have been right then, with that guy! He made me feel wanted like a woman wants to feel every now and again. Walking up to George, I kissed him hard on the lips to let him know how high I was.

"Why don't you take the last stool, so that you can show off a little more," George suggested with a wry smile while waving the bartender over to get me a drink. After I sat down, his hand landed on my inner thigh and held on tight. As he caressed my tender flesh, his hand moved closer and closer to my waiting sex. After handing me my drink with his free hand, he leaned in for another kiss while pulling my legs apart as far as my skirt would allow as I faced away from the bar.

"Oh, you naughty man," I breathed while his fingers touched my moist labia.

"You obviously came here wanting to be seen, so let's show you off a little," George said while two of his fingers found their way inside my slippery puss as more than a few people fixed their gaze between my parted thighs.

I kissed him hard while clamping my thighs around his fingers and cumming all over them as quietly as I could.

"Oh Damn," I purred. "I really needed that!" Before kissing him again as he slowly withdrew his hand from my happy crotch and raised his fingers to his mouth as discreetly as possible. With one quick dip in and out, George sucked off my juices before placing his hand back on my inner thigh.

"So, how does it feel to be a cheating spouse with your co-worker?" George inquired.

"Well, actually, I was propositioned to do that very thing while I lingered at the door, pretending to look for you."

George

"That's all because you came in here looking hot and confident. Maybe we'll have to set something like that up for you sometime. What do you think?"

"We'll talk about that later, but right now I want you to go to the Men's bathroom and grab a stall. All this has me so spun up that I'm going to need this hard prick of yours pounding my pussy right away," Brenda said while gripping my hard prick through my slacks.

I stood up, and she released my swelling prick just long enough for me to escape to the men's room. Once inside, I saw that there were only two stalls, and they were both occupied for the moment. I washed my hands when I heard someone else come in so that they wouldn't think I was perving. Walking back out into the hallway, I locked eyes with Brenda as another man was flirting with her. She moved to stand up, but I texted her, "Stay seated for the moment. All the stalls are taken."

I watched as she looked back up from her phone at the man standing in front of her and made more small talk. That only seemed to increase his brazen attitude toward her as he rested a hand on her bare thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. I could see her eyes soften at his touch and knew that she wouldn't be able to resist him for long.

Brenda

We'd done all of this to increase our sexual appetite between us, but at the moment, as a stranger flirted unrelentingly, all I could think about was letting him finger me the way that George had just done. Then, just as George reappeared, I got the text that the stalls were full and to stay put. All that did was give my wannabe suitor even more fortitude. His hand touched my thigh at the base of my skirt, and my pussy leaked a little more.

He must have seen the effect that his touch had on me as he confidently and without hesitation moved under my already too-short skirt. Instinctively, my thighs parted, and he took that as an invitation. Seconds later, one of his digits was rubbing my slick nub perfectly, and all I could do was moan softly from his touch. I glanced George's way as he watched another man touch me the way only he had before and noticed his hard-on pressed tightly against his pants. He was clearly enjoying it nearly as much as I was.

George

When his hand pushed forward under Brenda's skirt, I knew that she couldn't resist. Standing there with my eyes fixed on this stranger's hand under my wife's skirt had me strangely harder than I'd been in years. Even as I noticed the bathroom empty out, I hesitated to end her time with this stranger. I even contemplated inviting him into the stall to use her before I did. Still watching them, I saw her legs clutch together, her body tremble, and knew that she'd cum.

Wanting her even more, I sent a quick text. "Bathroom is clear."

Brenda

This sexy stranger kept up his motions until I came. Feeling my wetness flow, he swiped his whole hand across my pussy to collect my nectar before pulling it out and licking it unapologetically in front of anyone looking our way. Just then I got George's text, looked in his direction, and shot off the barstool toward him like I was on fire. Strangely enough, I felt exactly that way as I felt my cum running down my inner thighs.

George pulled me into the men's room without even checking to see if anyone was in there. He headed for the stall furthest from the door, pulled me inside, and locked it up. Our hands were a flurry of movement as I lowered his pants and underwear, while he lifted my skirt and began to finger me. Once his cock was free, he turned me around, pressed me against the wall, and plunged inside for a rousing fuck like from when we were young. We both came hard from his exertions and then stood in place to catch our breath.

After helping me clean up, mostly with his tongue, George led me back out to the bar where we sat for a while longer and recounted our evening with another cocktail. He didn't hesitate to express his excitement at another man feeling me up, and suggested that my flirting with others become a staple of our roleplaying.

To be continued...