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I woke up Sunday morning with a sore backside. Remembering the activities of last night made the discomfort more than just bearable. It felt a little like a badge of honor.I could hear Jenny doing her breakfast thing in the kitchen, and the smell of fresh coffee called to me. But something crossed my mind. It wasn’t yet clear. Maybe it had to do with my part in last night’s threesome; but what? I decided I have all day to figure that out, but my bladder needed immediate attention.After relieving myself and washing, I joined Jenny in the kitchen. She was humming and smiling to herself when I entered.”Grab some coffee. Breakfast will be ready in a jiffy.””You certainly seem chipper this morning,” I observed.Jenny just smiled even more broadly and put a plate of pancakes and sausages in front of me. “Are you okay with everything that transpired last night?” I asked; not sure if I wanted to hear the answer.”Well, it certainly was different and, let’s face it, we both needed something to change. I enjoyed it, and I allowed myself to enjoy it more completely after seeing you in a state of… I don’t know what, but you seemed happier and more alive than I’ve seen you in years.”I had to admit she was correct on all counts. Her acceptance of my actions last night lifted a weight off my shoulders. Still, there was something in the back of my mind nagging at me. What was it? ……..The rest of Sunday passed in the usual Sunday way. I managed to cross off some items from my to-do list and Jenny cleaned, straightened, and tinkered. The nagging from somewhere in my mind remained.At dinner, my mind returned to thoughts of sex. For some reason, I was reminded of the way Woody Allen described it. When the then young comedian was asked if sex was dirty, he famously replied, “Yes – if you do it right!” isvecbahis This was of course years before his step-daughter marriage scandal.I asked Jenny about getting together with Sal again; maybe next Saturday. “That won’t be possible,” she said. “Sal is going on a ten-day holiday starting Wednesday. He won’t be back for 2 weeks, counting the 4th of July. He did, however, leave me the name and address of a lounge/bar he thought we might like to try. He said that if we go, we should dress enticingly, and be prepared for action.””Do you want to go there tonight?” I excitedly asked.”No. He said that we should go on a Friday. That’s the best night ’cause everyone is there for the right reason.””Okay,” I said. “Sal has been right about so much we should follow his advice.””I was hoping you would say that… I think I need to shop for Friday,” Jenny whispered like she was telling me a dirty joke while we were sitting in church. …….. The week dragged by, and after what seemed like forever, Friday finally arrived.Jenny came home from work after 7. With Sal gone, she had to work late to cover. I was concerned she might be too tired to go partying but she showed no signs of exhaustion. In fact, she was animated and appeared excited about finding new adventures.We had a quick dinner and Jenny took a shower and dressed for the evening. I had showered earlier and managed, with difficulty, to keep from jerking off. I dressed in my usual boring clothes. Nothing particularly enticing.When Jenny came out of the bedroom, I saw a very sexy lady; ready for whatever the evening would offer.Her new black velvet shorts were like non-denim Daisy Dukes; tight and short. They accentuated her best features; her ass and legs. Her new purple T-shirt barely reached her navel, and even though the material isveçbahis giriş was not see-thru, anyone could see her breasts were moving freely under the shirt when she moved.Even at forty-five years old, her small breasts had so far not sagged much at all. Her protruding nipples were obvious even though covered in purple. Completing the outfit, he had on new high heeled sandals. I had no reason to believe she was wearing panties.The total effect was that she looked taller than five-feet-six and thinner and sexier than I had ever seen her. I wanted to jump on her right there. I grabbed at her.She playfully fought me off and we set off for the lounge Sal recommended. She drove while I stroked various parts of her body through her clothes. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I think she liked that.The lounge was in a part of town we were not very familiar with, but Jenny found the right street eventually. As we approached the address we saw the red and blue lights of six or seven police cars parked around the parking lot of the lounge. I told Jenny to keep driving. We didn’t need any trouble. ……..We continued on not knowing where we were headed. After a few miles, I was about to suggest we turn back and check if the police were still at the lounge when Jenny said, “Look, Chuck. A bar there on the left. Let’s stop here. I need a drink!” She quickly pulled into the parking area, found a space in the half-full lot, and turned off the motor.I noticed that most of the parked vehicles were pick-up trucks, with a few Jeeps interspersed, and five or six choppers parked in a row in the designated area on the right side of the building.”Maybe this isn’t the type of place we should visit. Look’s like a rough biker crowd.” I was concerned.”It doesn’t look that bad. Let’s go in and have a isveçbahis yeni giriş drink, and if we aren’t comfortable we can leave.”She made sense.We exited the car and walked through the large entrance door directly into the bar area. On the right, I noticeda few groups of cowboys, good-old-boys, rednecks; whatever you want to call them. On the left were the bikers, six of them with their tattooed ‘bitches’ in tow, leering at Jenny. I became more concerned. We sat at the bar and ordered our drinks from a huge mountain of a man who smelled like a day-day old bar rag.As we were downing our drinks I was on guard watching the bikers. They had become loud; joking back and forth.I turned to Jenny to suggest we get out of Dodge, but discovered she was in conversation with three rednecks.One was about six-feet-four-inches and lanky; wearing a cowboy hat, jeans, cowboy shirt, and boots. The second was my height, dark-complected, sporting casual dress and a full beard. The third redneck was a little shorter, but with a pleasant smile and the hot muscular torso of a serious bodybuilder. The tight t-shirt he wore accentuated his physique.Lanky Cowboy was flirting blatantly with Jenny, touching her often, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. I happened to look at his tight jeans and noticed a denim-covered snake going from his crotch about eight inches down his leg. My mouth gaped open involuntarily, and Cowboy noticed me and laughed. My face turned bright red, I looked away, and found myself staring at Mr. Muscles’ body. My crotch started feeling very confined. Was it getting warm in here?Cowboy suggested we play a game in the back. He pointed to an open door on the far wall, and I saw a pool table in the next room. Jenny said okay before I could respond, and we walked through the door. Instead of stopping at the pool table though, we walked – actually more like we were herded – into a room behind what I thought was our destination. On the floor was a large rubber workout mat about six-foot by twelve-foot. Free weights were stacked in the corner.
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