What's a Girl To Do?

What's a Girl To Do?


It's been almost 9 Months since Lynn began dating Bill. As she waited at their table for him to show up, her mind wondered back to the first time she came into the place. A night she could never have known would bring her down a path of being another man's lover. At the time she tried to talk her way out of doing anything. She never wanted to do, what she is now looking forward to doing.

It was supposed to be a one time thing to get him jealous. To give him what he wants, and allow him to realize it's not what he wanted. Instead, it has become a new way of life that both her and her husband enjoy. Today, she could not imagine not being Bill's girl. Now as she waited for him, her mind went back to the day she first met him. The day her life changed,,,,,,,,,,

Lynn sat at a small table in a low-lit area of the bar. They had used candles to try to give it an atmosphere of romance.

She looked toward the poolroom and wondering whether or not she should put a couple of quarters on a table to challenge the winner.

As she contemplated the idea, her mind wandered. That seemed to be what her brain was constantly doing lately, wandering from one moment in her life to another. Always thinking of those moments in her life that seemed to be at a crossroads. Take a road and one's life follows that path, but take the other road and a different life lay ahead for her. It's those roads she never took that always had her wondering about. Larry would catch her with a glazed look in her eyes and call her a space cadet because she was so easily distracted by her thoughts. When she entered the bar today, her life took a turn at one of those crossroads, and only time can reveal where it will all end.

The road she was about to travel today was paved by her husband's weird fetish. A fetish she thought he had permanently stuffed into a closet. The kinds of closets where people keep those things that are only discovered after they passed from this world. That's when the ******** are left wondering what their parents really were like.

Lynn also knew that if Larry ever started ******** again things could change. Well after ten years of being sober, Larry fell off the wagon when the rock quarry laid him off. After a few months of collecting unemployment checks, and unable to find proper employment, he decided to go work for his ******. His ****** was an ********* who drank all day while his manager ran his used car business. He was making better money now but it was just a matter of time before he started ******** again.

The more he drank the less control he exercised over his inhibitions, and soon he began talking like he did in the past. He would make comments about her body and how her disability made lovemaking interesting. He even made these comments in front of the guys he works with. It was just a matter of time before he was urging her to flirt with his friends and co-workers, he didn't even care of his own ****** noticed. Larry told her he started to have dreams of her ******** with his friends, and when they made love he would ask her to think about other men. Reminiscent of the days before Kevin came to live with them, Lynn found herself sitting alone in a bar, waiting for some stranger to hit up on her.

Logic told her to make a beeline for the door and head home, after all it's been years since she last dated and she felt out of place. However, the prospect of acting as if she was single again and looking for a good time awakened that insidious little ****** in her, called lust.

As her brain went over all the different scenarios that could occur, she was still trying to settle her nerves down enough to feel comfortable.

Lynn loved Larry more then life itself, but she knew that if he ever started ******** again things would change. She would have loved nothing better then to have him here with her now, talking about all the things that made their lives worth living and what their future plans were. Unfortunately, she knew that if Larry were there he would be asking her to evaluate the men in the bar. The only future he would be interested in would be when would she fuck another guy. Well, that is why she was there, to find one she found acceptable. Even though she did not plan on doing anything today, because of Aunt Rose, she decided to see if she could meet and get to know someone. If she did, then at a later date she could hook up with him. The plan was to start slow and eventually bring her lover home for Larry to watch, but first she needed to meet the right man.

As she looked around the bar at all the men she thought about Larry's fantasies, and tried to understand them,

"Why can't Larry ever feel satisfied with me just the way I am? Why does he need to think of other men having me, and what makes him desire the feel of another man's sperm in my pussy when he makes love to me? What is it about another man having his way with me that makes him horny?

He always wants me to tell him that his cock feels like a little boy's dick in me. I wish I knew what happened to him to make him this way.

Why am I allowing him to talk me into this? I've got to be as crazy as he is."

All these thoughts went through her head as she continued looking around the bar, while listening to the music playing on the jukebox in the background. At least she was able to find a bar that played country music, now if she could find just the right cowboy.

The idea was to have a couple of ****** and relax, then she would hopefully feel comfortable enough to shoot some pool. People always seemed less inhibited when they play a game together, so she figured a good game of pool would help break the ice. So she made sure to find a table fairly close to the poolroom.

A soft but stern voice of a woman startled Lynn out of her thoughts,

"Hi, my name is Julie. Could I get you a ***** honey?"

Julie was one of only two waitresses working and she seemed a bit hassled but Lynn figured any woman who had to do her job had a right to act hassled. At 5' 6" and 125 pounds, Julie was an average looking lady. She had dark brown hair with blue eyes that had so much makeup around them, you could tell she was using the eye shadow to hide her age lines. Julie had a rough life and this job was just another stop in her long day of trying to raise three kids with no man to bring home the bacon.

With her mind still racing from one thought to another, Lynn hadn't thought as to what she would *****. So instead of looking indecisive she blurted out,

"Whiskey please."

Whiskey is not her ***** of choice but once she ordered it, she figured if anything was going to make her feel at ease a stiff ***** would definitely work.

Julie made a note on a pad, and said she would be back with her ***** in a few moments.

Lynn watched as Julie walked over to a table of four young girls that looked too young to even be in a place like this. They were all laughing and giggling as if they were at a sorority party waiting to be asked to dance. There were three blondes and one brunette, and it looked like the brunette was their leader. She was loud and almost obnoxious the way she ordered ****** for them all from Julie. Lynn noticed with a slight laugh when Julie walked off from their table how she twirled her finger over the side of her head as if to say,

"But, I don't get it."

She watched Julie walk toward a table that had a young couple sitting so close to each other, they looked like were getting ready to make out.

Lynn's thoughts traveled from the waitress to the bar beyond the young couple, where three guys were sitting nursing their ******.

There was an old cowboy off by himself to the end of the bar, who sat quiet and motionless. He was looking down as if he was able to see his life in the glass of beer.

to be cont............
My wife never looks so beautiful as she does when another man is fucking a piece of her pussy I could only dream of reaching.

Good start, lots of potential, waiting to read some more of this please.....

What's a Girl To Do?
(continued)


A couple of stools away were to two middle aged men, one sat on his stool while the other stood leaning onto the bar.

The bartender was busy talking to the other waitress as he mixed a ***** for her.

Time seemed to pass by quickly as she checked out the rest of the bar.

She was feeling as nervous as a cat in a dog pound with low funds when Julie showed up with her *****. She paid the money and gave her a dollar bill for a tip.

As Lynn sipped her whiskey, she watched Julie walk to the poolroom to see if anyone was in need of a *****.

She watched as various men entered the poolroom to put quarters on the tables, challenging the winners. After about fifteen minutes of watching the men shooting pool she started to feel less tense.

She swallowed her last bit of whiskey and then looked down at the empty glass. Then, as if she were feeling guilty for an earlier thought, she looked over to the old cowboy at the end of the bar. Yup, he was still looking down at his beer. As she pondered what he may have been thinking, her mind started to wonder back to the days when Kevin still lived with them.

She liked him, especially when he was making love to her. He was slow, deliberate, well endowed, and he knew how to make her orgasm. Compared to Larry he could last forever, but she didn't remember him lasting too long. She knows it was always good though. As she reminisced, she realized the reason she agreed to go out tonight was because she needed a lover who knew how to please her. She loved Larry, but he is lousy between the sheets.

Her mind wondered back to the old cowboy. She looked over to the bar at him and pondered how good he would be in bed. She no sooner began that thought when she watched him tilt to the side and off his bar stool. In an instant there was the noise of a glass shattering on the floor as she quickly came back to reality.

With the old cowboy laying on the floor, the bartender ran around the counter to see if he was OK, while Julie sat her tray down to help out. The old guy was OK, he was just real *****. Soon there was a crowd of men helping him up into a chair. The bartender said he would call a taxi to get him home. Seems he's a regular, who regularly passes out. Lynn started chuckling under her breath as she realized she was pondering how he was in bed.

She was in dire need another *****. As if she read her mind, the waitress retrieved her tray from a table and looked over to Lynn with a nod. Lynn nodded back and that was all Julie needed to know.

As she watched the waitress move to the bar, she overheard a couple of guys, behind her, having a conversation about the war in Iraq.

With all the excitement of the old man passing out, and her mind wondering, she never noticed that two men had entered the bar and sat down at the table behind her.

She couldn't help but hear their conversation about the war, and that they must be more conservative. At least in their politics. She tried to be inconspicuous as she listened intently to their conversation for a while, trying to get an idea of what they might be like.

She never saw what they looked like but she was attracted to the sound of the voice of a guy who sounded like Chevy Chase, but a bit more gruff. The other guy's voice was too high and almost squeaky as he wheezed his words out like he was infected with some sort of lung disease.

Lynn always prided herself in knowing all about politics and the state of the country. Her ****** was a conservative who always listened to Rush Limbaugh and watched political talk shows on cable. He would constantly draw her into conversations about politics, while ******* her to think about the events of the day. He always welcomed her opinions, and then told her where she was wrong as he corrected her. She got a good political education from him, but most of all she was expected to be ready and willing to jump in the middle of any political discussion.

Listening to them talk reminded her of the conversations that she would listen to at her dad's shop, and the more she heard their discussion on politics, the more she wanted to see what the two men looked like.

It didn't take long before the nerdy sounding guy with the squeaky voice said,

"Man, there was a time in this country when we were so feared around the world, everyone was to chicken **** to attack us. Now we have a bunch of cavemen with towels on their heads thinking they can defeat us in a war."

That was just the invitation she was looking for. Lynn leaned back on her chair and turned her chair just enough to see their faces as she blurted out,

"If it wasn't for Bill Clinton getting elected we never would have had 9/11. All he cared about was getting blow-jobs in the Oval Office."

Both men raised their *****s to her in agreement as they added,

"Thank God for George Bush"!

To which Lynn raised her empty glass, took a pretend *****, and looking into the eyes of the guy with the nice voice she asked a rhetorical question,

"Can you believe the mainstream media won't show us the pictures of 911 anymore. They want us to forget, because they hate George Bush."

The guy looked back at her and said as he winked,

"Cute and smart. What's your name pretty lady?"

Lynn smiled as she glanced in the other guy's direction, then turning back she put out her hand to shake while answering his question,

"My name is Lynn, and yours?"

The nerdy guy reached out and grabbed her hand as he introduced himself,

"How you doing lovely lady? My name is Frank and this is my cousin Bill."

Lynn felt uneasy as Frank shook her hand, but she smiled and replied in a gentle, and an almost defensive manner,

"Well, it is nice to meet you Frank,"

She almost had to pull her hand away from Frank in order to shake Bill's hand. She looked into his soft brown eyes that spoke of honesty, compassion, and harmlessness as she said,

"And it's nice to meet you Bill."

All of a sudden she felt more at ease as they invited her to join them for a *****.

To be cont........
My wife never looks so beautiful as she does when another man is fucking a piece of her pussy I could only dream of reaching.