After hanging up the phone and realizing that this was actually a possibility that was going to come true; my heart at this point was racing..... I had to really think about if this was really something I should be doing, I should call my husband back "come get me" and I should show HIM a good time, leaving Ben nothing more than a fantasy....

So I walked back to the bar to order myself another drink, the same spot next to Ben. - "Did you're friends leave you?" I made comment about my friend getting lucky and I'm waiting to call my husband my last chance to walk away - "Lucky man" Taking a sip of my new margarita, looking out the corner of my eye praying it looks sexy "He may have said I don't have to go straight home after the bar" His smile made me so fucking horny. - "Very lucky man" The conversation continued, all while getting closer to eachother at the bar. It was still fairly crowded and unfortunately I had lost my table to another party. At some point he worked up the courage to put his arm around my waist, which eventually made it way to my ass. He had a firm grip, his hand was bigger than my husband, longer fingers.

My heart was POUNDING OUT OF MY CHEST. I have zero clue if I kept it as cool as I was hoping I was keeping it. This amazingly handsome young man, wanted me. I've never been in a position to act on anything like this, I've flirted with other men over the years but it was always with the "protection" of marriage and sincerely innocent... this wasn't innocent.

I'm wet right now writing this. Thinking hard enough I can still feel his hand on my left ass cheek. I can still feel what his cock felt like inside me. I have this man burned into my memory

At the squeeze, I made sure to give him a little wiggle, to which he guided me in a little closer. My hand fell onto his lap at this point (he had given me the option to sit, I choose to stay standing). I had intended it to be a bit of a tease, but I placed my hand right onto his hard cock.... I was making him horny too. "Oh" I whispered so he could hear me, and bit my lip. I felt him tense up at this touch. I made sure to give him a squeeze of my own. He felt thick, I wanted to taste it.

I started gently rubbing him through his pants. I could feel how big his head was, did I mention he felt thick.... the conversation really hadn't stopped through all of this. Both of us trying to look casual as the bar was still quite crowded, if someone had looked close enough, they probably could see the teasing hand job I was giving under the bar. - an almost accidental "oh" I felt him pulse, his eyes let me know he was enjoying himself. I was playing with is head, almost piching, but rubbing the ridge over his pants.... - he bit his lip I stopped. Leaned into his ear, "not yet" - The slight face of defeat was immediately replaced with a huge smile. "Would you like to give your husband my address, I wouldn't want him to worry." I bit my lip at this.