It was a Friday, almost 6pm and I was sitting at a local bar, almost finished and somewhat enjoying my 5th or 6th beer. I was at a corner table and there were a couple of other guys sitting at the bar, maybe mid 30's who looked like they were there for a beer or two after work, a woman who looked about my age (26) sitting at a nearby table nursing a drink, an old guy in the corner with a beer who looked like he didn't move from that spot often and a younger couple at a table who seemed more interested in touching, hugging, kissing and some hesitant groping than in the food they'd ordered. My best guess was they hadn't been dating long, still getting comfortable with each other and likely hadn't had sex yet. I was betting that the lady was waiting for someone because she kept looking at her watch and checking her phone. Finally, she dialed a number and while I could only hear her end of the conversation, it was an interesting one.
"Hello, is Dave there? / No? / Who's this? / What the fuck! / I'm his girlfriend! / About 6 months / Ya, we've been fucking for most of it. / Oh, 'working late' was he? / FUCKING BASTARD! / Ya, I hope so!"
When she got off the phone, she mumbled, "God Damn Fucking Bastard!" and downed the rest of her drink.
I wasn't sure if I should say anything or not but finally asked, "Sounded serious, everything ok?"
She looked at me for a second before saying, "Well, if getting stood up by your boyfriend isn't bad enough, how about calling him and having his wife answer the phone."
Oh wow, no wonder she was upset and got more upset when I laughed a bit.
"What's so fucking funny? I didn't know the shit was married and now I'm out a date and taxi fare to get home."
She looked like she was ready to throw something at me so I figured I'd better explain.
"Sorry, I think this is my 6th beer but I was planning on having a fun evening with my girlfriend, Linda. We've been living together for a few months and today I got off work early and headed home. When I got there, I found her bent over the couch getting fucked by Greg, one of the slease balls she works with."
"Fuck...ya, sounds like we're pretty much in the same boat then."
"Not exactly, the apartment is in her name and the police 'suggested' that I didn't go back there tonight."
"The police? Why were they there?"
"Well, right now he's likely getting looked at in hospital - pretty sure he's got a broken arm, gonna need some stitches on his cheek and he's got two less teeth than when he got up this morning. They said the only reason I wasn't being charged with assault was that I was smart enough to turn on the voice recorder on my phone and that showed that he was the one to yell, swear and swing first."
That at least got a smile out of her and a quick, "Well, I guess getting stood up isn't as bad as walking in on your partner getting fucked by someone else."
"Yup, plus you've got a place to go back to and I'll be grabbing a room for a few days until I can get my stuff out of the apartment and find a new place."
We shared a quick look of mutual understanding and both of us ordered a new drink. Just as the drinks got there, a guy came up to her table and said, "Sorry I'm late, got held up at work."
"Really? Held up a work? You didn't answer any of my emails so I finally called you and guess what? I ended up talking to your wife - YOUR FUCKING WIFE!"
I could see the colour in his face change to white and then go a flushed red. Instead of the stammered excuse or apology I was expecting, he looked at her and said, "You called my fucking phone? I told you that was my work phone and never to call me on it."
"Ya, your 'work' phone and pretty sure I was talking to the 'boss' just a little bit ago and I wouldn't be surprised if you get 'fired' from your position."
He stepped forward, raised his hand and started to swing at her so I grabbed his wrist, twisted it around, down and back so that he ended up face down on the table with his arm painfully held behind him. He tried to get up so I applied a bit more pressure that quickly got him to stay still.
"Look asshole, maybe this just isn't my night but earlier I found out my girlfriend was fucking around on me and put one guy in hospital. The police were pretty understanding but I'm not so sure what they'd say if I sent a second guy to hospital the same night - but if you even look like you're going to hit her, I'm perfectly willing to take that chance!"
I'm not a particularly big guy, but I'm in pretty good shape and had taken martial arts so wasn't really worried about anything he might do.
Apparently, he didn't feel like taking the chance because he finally said, "Fine, let me go and I'm outta here."
I did and thankfully he did with the only injury being that my beer that got spilled. After he left, she said, "Wow, thanks! I knew he had a bit of a temper but I wasn't expecting that. Can I at least buy you a beer to replace the one that got knocked over?"
I figured that was a pretty fair deal so pretty soon we were both at the same table and after introducing myself as Roger and she telling me her name was Donna, we spend the next little bit drinking, complaining to the other than we should have known something was wrong and then reassuring each other that it wasn't anything we did and that it was just our bad luck.
After a while, we were both feeling more than a bit tipsy and I finally said, "Well, I better get a cab and find a hotel for tonight."
Donna looked at me for a second or two before saying, "I don't know about you but I was pretty sure I was going to get a good fucking tonight and instead we both got fucked over. I'm not one for just picking a guy up for the night but right now it doesn't seem like a bad idea. How about we grab a cab, you can stay at my place and if you're interested, I'd love to enjoy some sex tonight."
I really hadn't looked closely at her until now because honestly, I'd been more interested in getting drunk and getting over being totally pissed but that statement definitely made me look at her. Shoulder length/dark hair, pretty, nice smile, not fat and not thin. Until now I hadn't even noticed that she was wearing a tank top that showed off a nice chest and a bit of her belly.
I'd had a few beers but nowhere near enough not to want sex so with a smile, I took her hands and simply said, "Sure!"
I fired up the phone and got an Uber on the way and when they showed as getting close, I got up to pay the tab. I'm not sure what she was expecting but when we stood up, I slipped an arm around her and pulled her close for a kiss. I wasn't going for a 'peck on the cheek', I figured if we were going to be fucking soon, it might as well be a full-on kiss. At first, she seemed surprised but was soon pressed against me and our tongues were greeting each other. When I slid a hand down her back to cup her ass, I found she was wearing a skirt that ended about halfway to her knees.
Unlike most dates, we'd already decided we'd be having sex and now we were just playing a little to warm up. When she reached back and grabbed my hand, I thought maybe I'd gone too far but instead she pushed it down and then back up so I was under her skirt instead where I quickly realized she was bare under the skirt.
At the same time, she said fairly loudly, "Oh fuck, you're really hard and your cock feels huge."
Every guy likes to hear that except at the time, I wasn't fully hard and even if I had been, I didn't fit into the 'huge' category - just under 7" fully hard. When I pulled back a little in confusion, Donna winked at me then shot a look over at the couple beside us. They'd obviously heard her and it looked like we definitely had their attention. I caught on and quickly decided to play along so I said, "It's you rubbing up against me that's got me that hard. I can't wait to slide it into your tight pussy and feel you clench when I bottom out. Maybe you better give me a nice, wet blowjob when we get home so it slides in easier as I stretch you?"