Bar surprise

[twowide]

Garrison Town. Saturday night, and I'd gone down to my Back Street local for a few quiet pints. The Landlord, Frank, was into his 60's, Betty, his ginger haired wife, only just 40. Their sideline was renting-out one of their spare bedrooms to the numerous "engaged couples" for the weekend. Guy, himself a frequent stayer, was already there, greeting me with a Pint as soon as I arrived. He was agog to tell me the very latest scandal. Apparently, last Sunday morning he'd come down stairs and, together with Betty, gone into the bar for a shot of whiskey for his partner, Nurse, who'd developed a touch of 'flu overnight. As they opened the door into the Bar, they spotted Frank on the distant Banquette with a young, Teenage Guest. She'd been left high and dry by her Boyfriend. Luckily, she'd been a member of the Salvation Army, so when sellers of The War Cry arrived, she'd had something to occupy her mind. But she'd still gone to bed weeping.

Now, with her knickers round her ankles and her bra shoved up past her tits, Frank lay atop with her legs bent double, her ankles about his head, his left hand down her throat, his right hand up her arse, whimpering as she took his full load as they came together. Betty was incensed! Now, they were still not on speaking terms ! So we let matters lie, enjoying blissful thoughts of the event. About an hour later, Betty asked me to come and check something in the kitchen, so I followed, surprised as she led me upstairs. We entered her bedroom and she pulled her frock over her head. She stood there in a white basque, suspenders and stockings. No knickers, her nipples peeping over the frilly top. "Fuck Me", she cried, reaching for my hands. "I know you've got a Big Cock and I want revenge"! She dragged me towards the bed as I tried to explain about my Fiance. "OH", she cried, "you are faithful. Unlike that miserable bastard of a Husband I've got !" I returned to the Bar, claiming I'd been for a quick piss. Never, ever, mentioned anything, ever, to anyone.