There's a new fancy shopping center going into our town, and that means some existing buildings/businesses are going away, including my wife & I's favorite bar.

We've been regulars there since we moved here eight years ago, had become friends with the owner, and we were invited to the "last hurrah" party. As the night was getting on, my lovely wife turned to me and said it's a shame we never fucked here. I commented that there was time, and we started discussing logistics.

None of the bathrooms were single toilets, so it would mean going into a stall that would be pretty obvious. The liquid courage had me walk up to the owner and ask for the keys to the beer storage in the basement. He questioned me, and I was honest.

We snuck down the hallway, unlocked the door, and a minute later I had my dear wife bent over a keg, fingering from behind while I stroked myself to get hard enough to get in. I pumped away, and returned the keys. Total time: four minutes.

He laughed, gave us some shots, and said we weren't the first.