Blue Hawaiian

So, I decided to go a little bit further and rub my hand up and down the gentleman's leg... a little further up each time and now he's rubbing his hand a little bit further up and down my bare leg.

It got to a point where the older gentlemen leaned over and said "I don't know who you're waiting for but if they're keeping you waiting this long maybe you should change your plans?"

I looked at my husband and asked back "What did you have in mind?"

The man looked around and whispered into my ear, "The way you have me turned on right now, I want to bend you over this barstool and take you in front of everyone here."

That took me off guard. My god. I was hot. Apparently my eyes bulged out of my head and my face turned completely red. All I remember at the time is feeling very hot, very flush and very very wet. The thought of what that man would do to me right there in the bar, in front of everyone. I'd be lying if I didn't think about that a lot the next couple of days.

Eventually, I asked the man if he smoked (to which he did not) and I told him that I needed to go outside and get some fresh air after that... so I grabbed him by the hand and led him outside.

SURELY by now, my husband would intervene, right? NOPE.

My plan did not go accordingly. In my head, my husband would get up and stop. We walked outside and I told the man I was very flattered. Offered to pay for the drinks but told him I was happily married and the drinks were getting to me. He apologized and told me that my husband was a very lucky man. I don't know if it was out of embarrassment or what but he thanked me again, gave me a little kiss on the cheek and walked to his truck.

I walked back into the bar and gave my husband a death stare.

"What?", he asked.

"What do you mean? Why didn't you intervene?" I shot back.

"I wanted to see how far you'd take it?"

"OH yeah? What if I went back to his truck and banged him? You wouldn't have cared?" I said sarcastically.

"Not in the least. It was so hot! Want to head home? I can not wait to get you home..."

"Are you serious?" There's no way he's going to try to have sex with me. I was upset with him! At least, I think I was... he was supposed to fight for me!

"Yeah, let's get out of here, I'm not sure I can make it home." Jared got up and paid for his drinks.

We get in the car and I can tell he's excited because he wouldn't shut up. I was still in disbelief.

"So, if I would have kissed him, you wouldn't have gotten mad?"

"Nope."

"He could have bent me over that barstool and banged me in front of everyone and you wouldn't have cared?"

"Nope." He said, again. "That would've been awesome"

"Well, that's what he wanted to do! He whispered that in my ear at the bar!"

"What's what he whispered to you?" he replied.

"YES!" Finally... Now he's going to get upset.

Instead, he made a wrong turn... "Where are you going?"

He pulled into an empty field where there are a bunch of baseball and soccer fields. Turned the car off, got out and started to walk around the car... "What are you doing?" I screamed.

He opened my car door, reached over, unbuckled my seat belt and pulled me out... "What are you doing?" I said, again... he was aggressive and oddly quiet. He grabbed me, turned me around and pushed me down so I was bent over the passenger seat. Jared lifted up my skirt, pulled my panties aside and slid his dick in me. "JARED! We're going to get caught" He didn't care. I felt his hands firmly on my hips and thrusting. I put both hands on the middle counsel for support. I Was so wet from all the foreplay and I couldn't help but think that this is what would've happened if I let that good looking man do what he wanted to do. I was so turned on and Jared obviously was, too. With the thought of being in the bar and everyone watching me just get fucked against my will... before I knew it I was begging him not to stop. Fuck it felt good. It was like we were kids, again. We could get caught any second. It didn't last long and he came pretty fast but I was so turned on and so close to cumming. I felt him finish and was so upset. I was so close. Even though I didn't finish, it was some of the best sex we had ever had. It was raw and primal. The thought of another man wanting me turned him on so much that he couldn't even make it home. The rest of the car ride we talked about what had transpired and I ran through a bunch of scenarios of "what ifs". I was drunk but he was clearly sober and into it.

"Let me get this straight. That man could've done that to me and you wouldn't have been mad at me or him?" I asked for what felt like the 10th time.

"Nope."

"Are you drunk?"

He just laughed and told me that it's a fantasy of his and he thought it was extremely hot.

A few months go by and we had role played a few more times but, like usual, after a half-hour or so he would walk over and "pick me up". The sex was always good afterwards but there wasn't that spark like there was when he pulled into the park. I often thought it was my fault because no guys would come up and hit on me. Jared would reassure me that it was only because I was intimidating. I'd always roll my eyes. Sure babe!

Then it came time for girl's night, again. We went out and I couldn't help but think of Chad. Honestly, I had forgotten about him for a while but after a few drinks, I found my snapchat and thought it would be funny to send him a pic of the whole crew with "Girl's night again!" as the caption. He responded almost immediately, "Where? When? Now? Let me know and I'm on my way! I thought you were done with me."

Oh yeah. Last thing I need is him showing up with a bunch of women from the neighborhood. Don't need that rumor mill. I told him tonight wasn't a great night to meet up. Of course, like a sad puppy, he sends me another photo with the caption, "are we ever going to meet up again?"

All the roleplaying I've done with my husband is because of Chad. If he were to ever get jealous, it would be of someone as young and big as Chad; so a lightbulb went off.

I messaged him: "Yeah, in two weeks. Are you going to be free?"

Chad answered back "I'm free. You just let me know when and where."

I told him I had to go but that I'd message him in two weeks on Saturday night so be ready when I snapped him. The rest of the girl's night was typical. We were only out until 10 but when I came home, I told my husband that we had to make plans in two weeks.

Jared always got excited because he knew if we were going out and "role playing" that there was a 99% chance he was going to get some and so I knew for 2 weeks he wouldn't shut up about it.

When I drank I thought it was a brilliant plan on my end. But when I was sober I thought that I'd never actually go through with it. For two weeks it was a roller coaster of emotions and to partially reassure but also partially tease, I'd ask Jared "What if someone hits on me, should I see how far I can take it?" Of course this got him all worked up. "Yes! Please! I'm begging you!" He'd reply.

The night finally came and I was nervous. Should I? Shouldn't I?

Jared told me where we were going and I thought what the hell... I'll tell Chad to act like he's never met me before and to "pick me up".

No response.

We got to the bar and I walked in first like I always do and found a place up by the bar. Jared always waited about 10-15 minutes and would walk in to find a table and "watch me" while I was there. I told Jared I wanted tonight to be special and that I was going to take it as far as I could so he had to be patient and wait at least an hour. We both agreed and while he was sober, I made him promise that if that's what he wanted, he couldn't get mad or jealous later. He enthusiastically agreed.

An hour passed and no word from Chad. Jared came up and did the normal "pick up" routine. My heart wasn't in it. I thought the pickup attempts were getting stale and I love that he tried but I thought I'd just fake my way through the night and we'd head home. Maybe this was just a phase and it had finally died. We talked for about an hour at the bar but soon ran out of things to talk about or the conversation steered towards the kids or work, again. I just wanted to go home.

"Well, are you ready to get out of here? It's 11." I asked.

"Yeah, let me run to the bathroom, I'll be right back." With that, Jared got up and went walking down the hall.

"About time!" I heard someone yell.

I turned and looked and gasped as I saw Chad standing there.

"Where the hell have you been?" I asked.

"Waiting for that guy to leave. You were clearly bored the entire time you were talking to him." Thing is, he wasn't wrong.

I saw Jared walking back behind Chad. Oh no, cover is blown and this is so awkward.

Just then Chad turned to the bartender, "Can I get a miller lite bottle and a blue hawaiian for the pretty lady?"

I cringed. This is not at all what I was expecting. Jared looked up, saw Chad, looked at me... and walked right past us and outside. All that was running through my mind was "Where's he going? Should I go? What should I do?"

Chad handed me the blue hawaiian and took a seat, so I started drinking it. We chatted for about 10 minutes and he said "Look, can we skip the talking and just go straight to dancing?"

I looked around... "ummm sure?"

Immediately, I text Jared "Hey, we're going to dance... you might want to watch. ;)"

and then I grabbed his hand and headed straight to the dancefloor. At first it was just typical dancing, nothing crazy. We weren't so cautious with our hands this time.

As we were dancing, I looked over and saw Jared sitting off to the side of the dancefloor. It was dark but I knew it was him. I blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it. With that, I turned and started rubbing my hands up and down Chad's chest to put on a show and he was rubbing his hands all over my back. I spun around and started grinding on Chad while staring at Jared. I was so turned on. The thought of both of them really got me going. Looking back on the situation, I may have looked goofy because I wanted to make it very clear I was grinding my ass on Chad's dick. I'm not sure if you would call what I was doing "twerking" but I was animated. The alcohol had gotten the better of me and I dont know if I was trying to prove a point to Jared or if I was just turned on but I turned back around, grabbed Chad by the cheeks and started kissing him.

I was nervous, scared but I also had butterflies like I haven't had in a long time. After the kids, I think we were both in shock. This was the first man I have kissed (besides Jared) in a very very long time. I immediately looked over to Jared and he was nodding his head. Nodding his head?? Like in agreement? So I kept taking it a step further and moved my hand to his butt. Looked for approval. Then slowly went around to his package. Surely, this would be the moment that was too much. I stared at Jared as I rubbed Chad's erection through his pants. Each time being more and more aggressive. Were we in a standoff? Were we going to see who was going to call chicken first?

I pull Chad down and start kissing him again before whispering "Want to get out of here?"
Chad could barely mumble a yes. "Ok, I'll grab an Uber. I'll be right back" and I went to the bathroom but waved my phone in Jared's direction to let him know to check it.

When I finally got to the stall, I looked at my phone and had about 20 messages from Jared. I was too drunk to really read them all but I know the last one said "OMG your'e so fucking hot, I"m goin to cum just watching you."

So I text him back, "Go outside and pretend to be our Uber. I'm going to fuck this guy." Then followed it up with "If you don't want me to then stay where you are and we can leave."

What I got back in response shocked me: "I'll be outside"

I walked back out and Chad was standing at the door "Found the right one this time?"

We both laughed. As we walked outside, I said "there's my uber, let's go" and hopped in the backseat of our car. Chad was all over me and too busy to realize that our driver was the same man from the bar. In hindsight, I'm surprised it even worked but we were pretty drunk at that point and I don't think either one of us really thought that through.

Chad was kissing my neck and rubbing my legs. "What's your address?" I had to interrupt him. He said the address and Jared put it into his map. There's no way I can go through with fucking this guy. I wasn't sure I could do it. As Jared drove, I continued to rub Chad's bulge.

"You're so hard" I said... just loud enough for Jared to hear me.

"Shhhhh" Chad said through his laughter. Not believing I said that...

"I wanna see it" I whispered but whispered loudly enough, again...
"What? No, stop."

"Shhhhh" I put my finger over Chad's mouth. "Driver, can you turn on some music?"

Jared reached over and turned on a hip hop station.

Meanwhile, I slowly unzipped Chad's pants. He lifted his butt up enough to slide his pants down a little and I pulled his dick out of the top of his underwear. We continued to make out as I played with his beautiful dick. I would tease it, stroke it, caress it. It was fun just light grazing it and feeling him twitch.

I was sitting behind Jared and Chad was behind the passenger seat. I could see Jared sneaking peeks to the backseat and I knew he knew that Chad's dick was out and in my hands. In fact, I'd make it a point to almost show it off as I was playing with it. Don't ask me why but for some reason that turned me on even more. Knowing that Jared saw me playing with Chad's big dick made me so wet.

Chad was now rubbing my pussy and I was on the brink of ecstasy. I couldn't take it any more and I adjusted myself. I scooted closer to the door and leaned over to take Chad in my mouth.

He let out a huge moan. Normally, I'm pretty conservative when giving head but this time I felt so animalistic. I was making slurping noises on purpose to show off. I didn't care. Chad gripped one hand down on the car handle and another on the back of my head. I wouldn't want someone pushing my head down while giving head but at this point I had no control over my actions. Chad was basically just grabbing the back of my head and using it for his own pleasure at this point. I was just a toy to him now. Chad was in complete control and that turned me on even more. My fingers found there was down to my clot as I rubbed it back and forth. My mouth came up when he let me and was forced down to gag when he pushed down. At this point, his hand's pace began to quicken... so did my hand.

I couldn't tell you if we were still driving or if Jared pulled over and was watching. Nothing else around me was relevant. As I was gagging on Chad's dick and fighting to breathe, this wave of orgasm started to build up. Between fighting for breath and feeling the impending orgasm, I let out a series of grunts and cries. To be honest, I think I squirted all over the side door. While I'm experiencing an orgasm like I've never had before, I could feel Chad tense up and start shooting strands of cum down my throat. I had no choice but to take it in my mouth and try swallow, which I NEVER do.

I can't imagine what I looked like at that moment. Cum was running down my throat.

Finally, the grip on the back of my head subsided and he let go. I laid there with my head resting against his softening dick. I was panting and trying to catch my breath.

"We're here!" Jaded exclaimed. Nice enough to wait for the climax.

Chad looked up, realized what had just happened. and said "Ok, thank you." and looked over at me.

I said "Go ahead, I'm going to head home."

Almost a sigh of relief fell over Chad's face, "Ok cool. Text me."

"Absolutely!" I mumbled as I laid on the backseat.

Chad headed inside and I told Jared it was his turn. Little did I know that Jared had already cum from watching us as he was parked outside of Chad's apartment. The next three days we had sex and I came so hard every time we talked about that night. A couple of weeks later, Jared wanted to go out again. He said "That guy told you to call him some time. You should have got his number!"


Should I tell him I already have it?