LIFE AIN’T A BOWL OF CHERRIES, UNLESS . . .

By aliveinpr

My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities, desires, wants or fantasies. Please read and enjoy this fictional writing.

I had a great job and better than most salaries. I also learned too late, I had the most wonderful husband in the world. I fucked up, I was reduced to tending bar and watching women sitting at the tables with fingers of strangers in their pussies, or they are masturbating a strangers cock under the table. A woman in my early thirties and better looking than many of the women that come in here, I really fucked up my life. I went home to my small cheap lonely apartment each night. After masturbating, I’d cry myself asleep.

Yes, I had been married and was married to a great man. I had no complaints in our sexual energy, two or three loving sessions each week. Even though I was satisfied, I thought I had to liven up our sex life and tried everything I could imagine. I amassed a drawer of sexy lingerie and sheer rompers for around the house, I just wished my husband would make love to me more often.

And One day it happened, the flirting with a handsome man at work turned into a lunch date, a dinner date and then several hours in a cheap motel with his cock buried in my pussy and ass. After a month, I was caught cheating. The divorce was bad enough. Everything escalated from the divorce. My lover’s wife filed for a divorce. He never wanting to see me again, and we both lost our jobs for violating the company policies. I was without a husband, lover, employment and money.

During my time in court, trying to get my husband to forgive me and drop the divorce, did I finally realize what I really had. In one day, it was all over. With the clap of the Judges gavel, I was declared a slut and my perfect life was over. My world had crashed and I was alone. Now, the only job I thought I could get was working in a bar watching other women seducing strangers. Maybe they are smart, not messing with co-workers, but they were still cheating.

I learned which women were hookers and those that were lonely married sluts. The women who make their living on their backs were in the bar every night seducing men. The married women looking to spice up their lives either still wore their wedding rings or had a faint faded ring impression around their finger and they were only in the bar on the weekends. Those that can live with the guilt of cheating, get a parked car or cheap motel fuck every Friday or Saturday night.

Many times it was two women together looking for strangers. Probably if they were together, they had less guilt telling their husbands that it was a ‘girls night out’. Many husbands bought the tales, ‘girls night out’, or ‘employees getting together for a drink after work’, the common excuses for the cheaters.

I’m not saying that I haven’t had any offers. The boss and all the men working in the bar have tried to get me to fuck them. Sorry, but I learned the hard way. This really wasn’t the same…no husband involved and no company policies against employees dating at the bar but It was the principal I learned, don’t fuck with your co-workers or boss.

It’s been six months going home with wet panties watching other women prepping strange men to fuck them or having my boss feeling me up during work. Believe me, my boss had wandering hands for my ass, pussy and breasts. I tried to avoid him, but what can you do working behind the bar, barely enough room for one person to pass without getting felt up. But, I was stead fast on my rule, not with those you work with.

By accident, I found a solution to my problem. One night I had to use the restroom and confronted a woman getting royally fucked. Right in the women’s restroom. She just continued pushing back on a cock as I watched. She even offered to share her date as she smiled at me. I finished my bodily functions as I watched them continue through the open stall door. I did see his ass clinch as he thrust forward, holding her ass to him. I knew the signs, she was being filled with his ejaculating sperm. I left as they were still coupled and breathing hard.

About an hour later, I noted that she was now sitting with two men, both with their hands under the table fingering her pussy. I had to go to the restroom for my hand to relieve my sexual frustration. While I sat on the toilet, finger buried in my pussy, the door to the stall opened and there was the second man she was with. I started to object to his intrusion when I saw his erect cock poking out of his trousers. It was a nice large cock as he approached me.

I was mesmerized as I watched the end of his penis oozing his juices. I quickly licked the bulbous end of his cock to taste and enjoy his pre-cum. I sucked his cock in deep causing me to choke before entering my throat. I pulled back to get air, then thrust forward to engulf his cock again. In a short time, he said he was going to cum. I then stood up, turned and bent over the toilet. I reached back and pulled his cock to my pussy and said, “FUCK ME, SHOOT YOUR CUM DEEP INTO ME”. He did just that. After his cock stopped pulsing and throbbing, he whispered, “My wife saw you leave for the bathroom and said that you needed a cock”. She must have been the woman fucking the stranger as her husband was waiting.

I got off work and was walking to my car when I was approached my the same woman and her husband. She said that she saw the look of lust in my eyes when watching her fucking the stranger. She explained that her husband got off knowing that strange men fucked her. He always wanted to feel the cum in her pussy when she had been fucked. She then decided that I needed relief and sent her husband to fuck me. That sounded like a treat for him when she would send him to fuck another woman. She was not jealous of sharing her husband, they were both turned on by sharing each other with strangers. I assumed that they were weekend swingers.

As she was talking, I noticed that her husband had his cock exposed and it was as hard as a rock. She told me to lift up my skirt, turn and lean over the hood of the car. I was surprised and excited that I might be seen, but did as she said. Her husband then came up and pulled the leg of my panties aside and thrust his cock deep into my pussy. I was in a sexual daze as my orgasm built. My legs were shaking as my pussy was pulsing and constricting around his cock as he pumped in and out.

I heard a noise and turned my head to the side and I saw a couple walking toward us. They got within ten feet and stopped and watched. The cock kept fucking me deep as I watched the woman eyes become glassy and then I saw the man had her skirt up and his hand in her pussy. The prospect of being watched by total strangers heightened my quivering body to a fantastic orgasm. I began to scream, “FUCK ME HARD, FUCK ME.” I watched the woman begin to wobble and then leaned into the man as his hand kept fingering her pussy. She then quietly said, “God, yes, yes. Hurry and take me home, I want your cock”. They hurried off with her skirt still around her waist.

My lust built again for a second orgasm. Soon, he pushed hard and held my hips tight as I felt it. His cock began to throb as I felt it pulse pumping cum deep into my womb. My friend and her husband then disappeared like a shadow in the night. I laid over the hood for a few minutes as cum was running down my legs. I gained my composure and slowly drove home with fond memories of two great fucks by a stranger. With the presence of an audience, that was a plus causing my body to tremble and shake as I drove.

The following Friday, I saw the same woman enter the bar.