My wife Maggie was wild in college. She's a pretty statuesque looking woman, 5'10", slim waist, long legs and a giant set of magnificent DD tits. We've always been open and honest about our hotpast's, we're in the Lifestyle and have had some amazing sexcapades over our 18 years together. One of my favorite stories, and one that gets me hot every time I hear or think about it follows.
There was a bar right around the corner, within walking distance from Maggie's college apartment. Her and her roomies would frequent this place and they all would hook up with random guys through their college years. The bartender at this place Maggie tells me was a fit 40 something handsome dude, who kinda took the girls under his wing and helped them keep the creeps away.
One night coming up on the second half of Maggie's senior year, the girls were drinking to closing time and the bartender asked them to hang around for some after hours partying. Once the place is cleaned and locked up they all hung out drinking and smoking. It was my wife, her two roommates, the bartender and the owner of the bar. As the early morning stretched towards dawn, Maggie's friends were heading out but Maggie, because she was kinda into this bartender and at this point he's flirting with her pretty hard, decided to stay.
After everyone leaves, the bartender invited Maggie up to the office. She agreed and they head upstairs. She told me the whole time they were walking up the stairs she thinks she's going to fuck this bartender. When he opens the door Maggie thinks they're alone but is surprised to see the owner of the bar, who she thought had left sitting at his desk going over receipts. The owner was, Maggie thinks, in his 50's, a little over weight and not someone she thought she would be attracted to. Immediately she was like what's happening, somethings up, but being tipsy and horny she hangs out thinking she's still eventually going to fuck the bartender.
