We've been together for a long time... And only, finally, got married a few years ago.
Not much has changed, really. Life is the same, day in, and day out, now. During the week, we both get up, go to work, come home, and watch some TV before we both pass out. Sex maybe two or three times a week. Boring, monotonous, married life.
When we do have sex, it's good. But it's the same. All the time. I'll suck his dick, he'll eat my pussy, we'll fuck. Sometimes it's missionary, sometimes it's doggy-style. Sometimes we switch it up to something a little different... Cowgirl, reverse-cowgirl... Whatever. You get the idea.
But lately, he likes to talk dirty, specifically about how hot it would be if we brought another woman into our bed. I'm okay with the idea, to be honest. The thought of him fucking me from behind while some hot little coed has her tongue alternating between my clit and his balls makes my pussy wet and ready every time.
Two weeks ago, I told him that it would only be fair that if he got to have me and another woman, I should be able to have him and another man. He seemed intrigued by the idea, sticking his fingers in my mouth, and asking me if I would like to suck a cock while he fucked me. Needless to say, the answer was yes, and I came all over him while I imagined his fingers were a thick, meaty cock in my mouth.
I'm sure he thinks it's all just dirty talk, fantasy and fiction, never a reality to come true. I did, too.
But last night, I went out with some friends to the bar. He decided to stay home and focus on a few projects he's been working on. I did my usual get-ready routine... Shaved and showered, washed and blow-dried my hair, and applied just enough makeup to look the part; a sexy wife going out for a night with friends. Tight jeans, heels, and a low-cut top. Not too slutty, but still sexy enough to get some attention.
It started out to be a typical night. Dinner, drinks, dancing, and shared laughs with friends.
As the night wore on, I needed a break from dancing, so I took a seat at the bar. I'm used to getting looks from people... I like to think I'm a good-looking woman, with a big, friendly smile and huge tits on my petite frame. Inevitably, 'that guy' sauntered up, offering to buy me a drink. I politely turned him down, holding up my nearly full cocktail. But he persisted, got rude, and I eventually had to tell him to fuck off.
"What an asshole."
I look to my left, and there's a pretty little redhead sitting two seats down. She smiles at me, shrugging her shoulders, and sipping her drink.
"Yeah, some guys just don't get the hint." I flash my wedding ring, and laugh.
"So you're married? Where's your husband? No way in Hell any guy should be letting his hottie of a wife get hit on at some dive bar."
It's my turn to shrug. "He opted to stay home and do some work. Girls night out."
"Cheers to that, girlfriend." She slides over to the stool next to me, and clinks her glass against mine.
"What about you, honey? I don't believe for a minute that you're here by yourself." I look more closely at her... She's really pretty. Gorgeous, wavy, red hair, perfect little bow lips, just enough freckles sprinkled across her nose, and impossibly long eyelashes around big, green doe eyes. A natural beauty, with very little makeup.
"My friends left a couple minutes ago. No boyfriend, and I don't feel like going home yet. So here I am, all by my lonesome."
"Well, you can join me and my friends if you want, darlin'. I promise we don't bite." I smile. "Jade, by the way." I extend my hand.
"Vienna. Nice to meet you." She takes my hand, and instead of shaking it, she kisses my knuckles.
Laughing, I stand, and tug at her hand in mine. "C'mon. My friends are all getting sweaty on the dance floor." She stands, grabs her drink, and follows me across the bar to where my friends are shaking their asses all over each other.
"Jade! Did you make another friend?!?!?" Justine, my very best friend, breaks away from the throng, walking over to us.
"I did! I think?" I turn to my new friend, and introduce her. Within minutes, Justine is telling Vienna my life's story, both of them laughing and carrying on like they've known each other forever.
Soon we're all dancing again, doing what girls do, humping and grinding on each other. Vienna is moving her hips to the beat of the music, and I dance my way behind her, putting my hand on her waist, grinding my pelvis against her.
"Having fun, my new friend?" I shout over the pulsing beat of the music.
"Your friends are great!" she shouts back, turning her head towards me with a smile. "We have to exchange numbers. I'd hate to lose touch with my new friend!"
I take my cellphone from my back pocket, and hand it to Vienna. "Go ahead and text yourself, and we'll have each other's numbers."
Vienna takes my phone, and starts putting in her number. She smirks, and keeps tapping away at my screen. Satisfied with her text, she hands me back my phone.
I look at the screen, and she'd texted herself, "Hot brunette from the bar. Don't lose her number!"
I laugh, "Hot, huh?" I dance close again, leaning closer to her ear so I don't have to shout.
Vienna leans in close enough that I could smell the cinnamon liquor on her breath, and says in my ear, "Well, I'd do you."
Not sure what to say, I laugh again, blushing slightly. I won't lie and say I wasn't a little turned on by her forwardness.
Leaning in close again, I say right into her ear, "So, you like women and men, then?"
She leans back, smiles, and nods, giving me a full once over, looking me up and down, head to toe. Her look sends heat straight to the juncture between my legs.
Grinding face-to-face now, I decide fuck it, nothing ventured, nothing gained. "Would you like to come home with me? No pressure. Up to you."
"I'd love that, actually." Her lips are on my ear when she says it, sending shivers down my spine, and mini-lightning bolts to my clit. Licking my earlobe, she says, "Ready to go when you are."
This is it. My heart is ready to beat its way out of my throat, but I maintain my composure.
I make my way over to Justine and the rest of our little group, and tell them that I'm going to head out, and give Vienna a ride home. They tell me to be careful, and we say our goodbyes.
"Nice to meet you, Vienna!" Justine calls out to her and waves.
I saunter back over to where Vienna is leaning against the bar, and ask her if she's sure. She looks me in the eye, takes my hand, and leads me out the door to the parking lot.
She stops a few steps outside the door, and turns to face me. "I'm sure. Are you?"
