[Saddledrifter]

Last night my wife and I went to a dive bar. It was pretty dead since it was a Monday night. There were a few bikers there having beers at the bar. My wife and I had been drinking for a few hours before we had headed for the bar, so we already had a good buzz on. Since the bar was a little slow for the evening, we decided to play a game of 8-ball. My wife is not a good pool player, but she seems to gather a crowd since she never wears a bra to bars and usually has a button up the front blouse with only the bottom two buttons closed. As she leans over for a shot, anyone around can get a great view of her tits and boobs since no button above or even at cleavage level to her boobs is latched. In addition, she was a little horny from the drinks we had before departing for the bar. I had been fingering her all the way to the bar under her very short denim mini skirt. In the process of working on her pussy during the ride, I had pulled off her thong for better access. She had not bothered to put it back on before entering the bar. It was apparent that she was commando whenever she leaned across the table to reach a distant cue ball. She wasn't hiding anything from that rear view window. So basically all the guys watching her play a game knew she didn't have on any underwear -- top or bottom. It was pretty evident that the bar patrons were drooling all over for the only woman at the bar this particular evening. After a few beers and some hot wings, I had to make a pit stop. I told my wife that I would be back in about 5 minutes. She said to take my time. Just as I was walking away, a young stud asked if it was O.K. to play a game with my wife during my absence. I agreed and took my leave.

Well, it seemed that I was not doing well with my hot wing digestion and spent a lot longer then 5 minutes in the john. In the meantime, my overly intoxicated wife bet this young stud a fuck that she could beat him. I think he was the local dive bar hustler, because after he broke, my wife later said that he never missed a shot. So there she was when I returned from the restroom with her mini skirt up around her waist, her blouse totally off, leaning over the pool table with her boobs swaying back and forth and her pussy getting pumped by the hustler/stud. The minute she saw me, she called out (somewhat breathlessly), "Don't get pissed off at Jeremy -- I bet him a fuck to his $20 that I could whip him in a pool game." I replied, "Fat chance of that. When was the last time you won a pool game. Anyone in here could whip your ass. Did you bet anyone else?" She responded in between a few moans that she had not. I told her to get it over with and that I wasn't too happy with her or Jeremy. She was hunching like crazy and groaning in ecstasy. She started climaxing, and then he splashed his load in her. As I looked around the group of guys, I saw that two more had their dicks out and were stroking them getting ready for 2nd's and 3rd's. I told them that no way were they gang banging my drunk wife. Jeremy was it for the night. My wife had, by then, collapsed on the pool table with her soaking wet pussy in the air and her boobs and face laid out on the table. I pushed Jeremy away, and said that he and my wife were finished for the evening. I then said to her, "You got Jeremy's cum running down your pussy, ass and legs. Let's get you washed up." I had to halfway carry her to the restroom and soap her up. I didn't bother to put any clothes back on her. I carried them out the car in my hand and had my arm wrapped around her to steer her naked body into the passenger seat. As we were leaving that dive bar, she called out to all the guys, "I'll see you boys tomorrow night." I glanced back at them and said, "No she won't!" With that I drove my naked wife home. She was almost passed out drunk by the time I put her to bed, but I was pretty hacked that she had gotten fucked on the pool table. So, despite her objections, I really put it to her every way I could. So we both got climaxes that night, but hers was about 45 minutes earlier than mine. I guess that I had better keep her away from pool tables -- at least the ones in dive bars on a slow night.