Thanks to oldnakeddad for his editing skills.
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"I've never been to this brewery before. Which beers are most popular?"
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Willow Branch Brewing is a small micro craft brewery in Syracuse, New York. I'm standing at the back of their tap room area checking out the available beers and the customers.
On the plus side, Willow Branch has a diverse selection of their own beer, along with a few options from other area breweries and cider mills. They also have a nice selection of local wines.
On the negative side of this Wednesday evening, there are five regulars huddled together at the bar and a man and a woman sitting at a table.
I'm expecting this to be a one beer stop, so I'm going to approach the table.
"I've never been to this brewery before. Which beers are most popular?"
The couple turn and smile at me before the man responds.
"I love brown ales and theirs is very good, but most people don't like brown ales. Their IPA's are solid and, if you'd enjoy something different, the cherry wheat fruit beer is award winning."
"Then that's what I'll try. Thanks."
I'm making my way to the bar to place my order and I'll watch the ESPN scroll on the muted TV as I wait.
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I'm Chris Harrington, a thirty-one year old, professionally employed, married man with two young children. I travel extensively for business and, as an after-hours hobby, I visit local craft breweries.
I visit for great tasting beer and...women! I've discovered that women come to breweries to meet men. It doesn't matter if they're single or married, alone or with a dozen girlfriends, fat, thin, old, or young—women come to breweries to meet men and a good percentage of them come...to get fucked!
Whenever I ask, "I've never been to this brewery before. Which beers are most popular?" it's led to some incredible sexual adventures.
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The beer is good and, as I take a second sip, I feel a hand on my shoulder—it's the gentleman from the table.
"If you're here by yourself and would like some company, we'd love to have you join us."
Barb and Joe are married and fifteen to twenty years older than my thirty-one years. As do I, Joe loves craft beers, but unlike myself, he doesn't exercise regularly and has a large, soft gut. Barb is attractive with dark, stylish, shoulder length hair; green eyes; a nice smile; and has a slim (yet curvy) build.
Barb's choice of drink is red wine from a local, upstate New York vineyard. She likes wine, but also admits.
"I love the atmosphere and people I meet in breweries. What brings you here, Chris?"
"I'm in town on business and will be flying out in two days for home."
"Joe is a craft beer nut. He has a wide collection of very obscure and hard to find beers and trades the beers available to him with others around the country."
Both Barb and Joe laugh as I almost drool on the table top when he mentions some of the beers he has in his personal cellar.
Barb finally pokes Joe's shoulder.
"Stop torturing Chris. Let's invite him home and you can share one or two beers with him."
We agree and I pay both tabs before we meet in the parking lot.
"If you ditch me on the way back to your house, I'm going to be very disappointed."
They're both cracking up.
"Joe, you lead the way and I'll ride with Chris so he doesn't get ditched or disappointed."
Joe waves as he walks to his pickup and I'm escorting Barb to my rental car. After opening the door for Barb, I jump into my side.
"Barb, I'm very happy that I ran into you and Joe tonight."
Barb is smiling back.
"We're just as happy. Joe loves to share his beer with people who appreciate it."
And now, somewhat surprisingly, she's reaching over the console divide with her left hand and running it from mid-thigh of my right leg to an inch short of my hardening cock.
"Chris, I notice you're married—"
The rest of her sentence remains unsaid.
I'm looking into Barb's eyes as I cup her hand and move it the last inch to my cock. She giggles and traces her fingers around my ball sack, down my pant leg, and over my very hard dick.
"Joe likes to share his delicious beers, and I like to share delicious things, too!"
She's practically climbing over the divide and planting a long, tongue probing, and very wet scorcher kiss on my lips. As we part and Barb eases back over to her seat, I notice Joe has parked his pickup in front of my car and he's smiling—he was watching us kiss! Joe is waving "follow me" as he's putting his pickup into gear, and then we both start to drive to their home.
During the drive, Barb tells me.
"Joe and I have somewhat of an open marriage. We belong to a three-couple swap group that meets once a month for dinner and play and, on occasion, Joe and I will pick up a second—often at one of the nearby breweries. Joe's role is often as a voyeur when we pick up a second although, at times, he participates."
Fifteen minutes after leaving the brewery, we're pulling into the driveway of an upper middle-class home. Joe is pulling his pickup into the garage, and I'm parking behind him on the driveway. As the three of us are entering their house through the garage and into a bottom floor family room, Joe waves to me again.
"Follow me."
As he walks away, with me in tow, Barb yells.
"Have fun showing off your beers! I'm going to change into something more comfortable."
Joe's beer cellar is spectacular!
"Chris, I have many highly regarded brews from some small nano breweries. Most are from North America, but a few are from some of the more well-known breweries in Europe."
Joe is showing me a bottle of beer from Belgium and telling me about his visit to the brewery when I feel a hand on my shoulder and a body snuggling against my back. Barb has definitely changed into something much more comfortable—a white, floor length, and completely see-through robe! The ties are hanging at her sides, the robe is wide open, and she's completely naked underneath!
Barb looks spectacular! Her small B-cup tits are capped with small, pink nipples and sag only slightly. Her pussy is bald and I can smell her arousal.
"Joe, please pick out some nice beers to share with Chris. Pour me a glass of wine and fill a pitcher with water. We'll meet you in the den."
She takes my hand, turns, pulls me out of the beer cellar, and leads me to a very large, overstuffed, sectional couch where she sits and spreads her legs.
"If you wait until Joe brings the wine, I'll pour some on my little pussy as an incentive for you to take a drink?"
I'm smiling at Barb as I'm dropping to my knees between her thighs.
"I wouldn't want to ruin the taste of your beautiful pussy!"
I'm maneuvering Barb's bottom to the edge of the couch, lifting her legs, spreading them wide, and diving in to use my mouth, lips, tongue, and fingers on Barb's delicious pussy.
The first time she cums is within a few minutes. The second time takes some work, but it's definitely worth it. Barb's excitement is building as she starts to bounce on the couch, grabs the back of my head, and explodes with a long, loud scream. Because we're both worn out at the end, Barb is rolling up into a protective ball, and I'm plopping down next to her.
Joe has already joined us sometime between her two cums. He's naked and sitting on the other side of the couch while watching us. Joe gets up and hands me a tulip glass filled with a very well regarded barleywine-type beer and places a glass of wine on the table in front of Barb.
"If you're comfortable, please feel free to undress."
