We had gone to the beach as a family, hubby the kids and I. It was a night of shooting stars, and the kids had never seen them before. Little did I know that wishing on a star would be so powerful.y favorite bar happened to be at the beach, and I had been back and forth between family time and sitting at the bar getting tequila and schnapps. Playing bar tease was quite fun. I could tell the bartender had trouble keeping from staring at me, so did a couple other bar goers. I just slipped my dress a little higher and rested my knee on the bar so a slight bit of skin showed. Nothing risque, just a hint.

He was younger than me, and the attention was going to my head, or maybe it was the alcohol. Regardless, I was surprised when he asked if I was married. “Yes… but that won't stop me from giving you my number.” I couldn't believe I had said that. Hubby and I had teased for a bit about me being a hotwife, and I had mentioned that the bartender there was cute, but was I really doing this?

My bartender was surprised by my answer, and dubious. Which isn't surprising. Living in a tourist area I'm sure that there are plenty of women on vacation who cheat on their husbands. It took me a minute to convince him that I wasn't cheating and that hubby knew. Which was true, to an extent. Hubs knew I thought the bartender was cute, and had teased me about fucking the bartender and being ‘That woman,’ but we hadn't discussed me actually doing it, let alone without hubby there.

Sheepishly, I took my drink and slipped away before I could say anything else. I had almost made it back to hubby when I got a text from my bartender asking what I was doing that night, and that he got off at midnight. I couldn't believe it, he was actually interested in me. Sure I was in a cute sundress with nothing else but a bikini, but I just saw myself as a mom, and definitely not desirable.

Bringing it up to hubby, I laughed at the text. Hubby didn't laugh. He just smiled and said “I've got the kids tonight, go have fun.” I turned bright red, and could feel myself growing wet. “Like seriously? Just go home with the cute bartender?” His response was simple “Yeah, here I'll text him back for you.” That's how I ended up in my bartenders jeep, and bed.

The wholesomeness of the ride-back chat amused me. Talk of schooling, work, apparently a bit of jail time for a ticket that went outstanding but no handsyness on either party side. I commented on him looking so annoyed at work and he assured me he had just wanted to hang out but that there "is always next time."

I asked "oh? That depends on if you still want to hang out after tonight."

"I definitely will." He replied confidently, so maybe it was just my own nervousness saying 'we will See's.

His house was clean, though most stuff was in boxes seemed like he only recently moved in. Then he said he was rinsing off and offered me a sand free shirt and the shower. Showed me where it is and started to walk away.

"So I'm…rinsing off alone?" I asked, the question seeming to have surprised him.

"Uhm …well I didn't know if…you'd want company."

"Ah. Well I'll leave that up to you. You're welcome to join but I can also be rinsed off pretty quick."

Honestly, it was an adorably wholesome shower too. He was hard for most of it but I think he willed himself to calm down. Mutual eyed appreciation, a few questions on his tattoos, he leaned in for a kiss i let him take then promptly seemed embarrassed and he moved under cooler water. Told me I'd made it hard to hide his erection at work. We got out and dried off, dressed and went back to chatting though this time in the dark. I'd gotten comfortable in a spot on the bed and was promptly informed that was his spot as it's closest to the door. Made me chuckle.

I don't know what I expected, I'd honestly thought he might be dead on his feet working until midnight. Nervously I teased him a little about taking the random girl from the bar home.

"Random? You're not random. We talked for hours last night. You know my name. We texted AND you came back to hang out today. There's nothing random about that." He countered with quite a bit of indignation. Then he kissed me again, no tongue. Which I found surprising but also didn't push, the nervousness went two ways I imagine.

The kisses trailed down my neck and my shirt was lifted for a groping and sucking moment, and I gasped as his warmth breath met my hard nipples. Still mostly clothed I rubbed my hand over his swim trunks which must have been encouraging because he trailed his lips down my stomach. Then moved my swim bottoms aside and before I could protest, promptly began to eat me out.

Not my favorite sex activity but I just let myself relax and enjoy the moment. It was quite exhilarating. He fingered me then, slowly and only for a moment, I could feel how wet I was. Then he paused to take his trunks off and shifted so his cock was within reach. I hand jobbed for a moment…then got a wild hair and put him in my mouth while he fingered me. He wasn't as girthy as my husband, and without the girth it was pretty easy to take to the back of my throat. He hit my gag and I remembered why that not my favorite move.

After a couple more hand pumps he gripped my knees, spreadijg my legs before moving between them and sliding inside me. "Fuck…wow…you're wet" was about all he could manage for a while. I told him it was his fault for teasing me at the bar all afternoon.

He honestly lasted for a while, longer than I'd expected given how teased he'd been. Then asked permission to cum inside me, which I granted (and came) and he promptly filled me. The sensation was incredible. Having someone other than hubby, raw and pulsing inside me. He just relaxed there on top, I think he was reeling too, and throbbing still. I rubbed his back as his cum leaked out of me and I told him I'd end up making a mess on his sheets. He said he didn't mind and would only move if I wanted him to. I didn't. So he lay there until, I guess he got worked up for another round. It can't have taken all that long before I felt him hard again, never having left me.

Then he started fucking me again and gently slid his hand over my neck saying "I hope you don't mind, there's just something about fucking you while my cums in you that's really hot." I agreed, then offered to roll over and give him "something to hold on to.” He accepted and railed me into his bed with force, occasionally slapping my ass though again, quite gently, until he came again. His grunts drowned by my own moaning. I felt like such a whore, and I liked that.

He offered me water, got himself some and crawled back in bed. Told me he might wake in the middle of the night and eat me out. I laughed and told him to feel free. It got quiet, and I inquired if he was sure he shouldn't take me home then so he could sleep until work and not have to be up early, that I didn't want to interrupt his sleep when he already had a long day.

"Gimme a little bit." Was the response, and it got quiet again, I'd nearly drifted off when he tapped my shoulder "yea, alright. I'll get you home."

The car drive was quiet, I told him thank you and that I'd had a lot of fun and would love to hang out again. Then I also said that if he didn't feel the same it was no harm and I wouldn't take offense. He kissed me and dropped me off.