Wife's Revenge - Part One - Sex Stories

Wife's Revenge - Part One

... the front and waited for the bartender's attention. As she stood leaning on the bar, she felt a hand on her lower back. Looking around, no one acted guilty. Next, she felt fingers grazing across her exposed leg. She was annoyed at the men's brazenness until one of them gave up his bar stool for her. Her attitude softened, as she gratefully accepted his chivalrous offer. Finally she ordered two gin and tonics, and sat back on her stool. One of the men reached out past her for the bowl of bar nuts, and his arm subtly grazed her ample breasts as he retrieved them. At the same time, she felt a hand on her ass. She wanted to protest, but she realized it was all intentional. She also realized that she was getting increasingly aroused by their subtle maneuvers. Men have been touching her whenever they could in clubs, at concerts and on busses, but never so bluntly like there on the bar stool and never that many hands. At first, she wanted to walk away in disgust, but she didn't move: she really just wanted to make her husband pay, and to make him jealous. When her drinks finally arrived, she rummaged through her purse, only to hear one of her new "friends" put the drinks on his tab. Sensing the potential for a night of debauchery, she motioned for the bartender to lean towards her. She took note of his ID badge. "Keep an eye on me, Paulo, but not too much," she said cryptically, as she pushed a $100.00 bill into his palm. He barely smiled, and hardly nodded, then went off to serve ...

... other thirsty revelers. She took a big gulp of her drink, and then furtively unbuttoned two of her blouse buttons. She had purposely worn no bra, so her firm breasts burst forth, her cleavage in full view. The handsome young men that surrounded her took immediate notice. Part of her wanted to stop everything and leave that stool but she realized she was just pushing boundaries, and the sense of power she felt over all those men was overwhelming to her. With every touch on her breasts, legs, pussy and ass, with every new stroke of their hard cocks in her hands, every time she felt strangers' fingers invading her deeper than the last time she wanted to stop. But instead she held her ground. After all, her mission was to punish her husband; to show him how much he had hurt her. She sought her revenge. Instead of leaving the bar in a whimper, she was emboldened: she looked around and counted four men surrounding her. All of them had obvious bulges in their pants, and she reached down and began her own exploration. A whole series of touching ensued, almost as if it were choreographed. Victoria felt hands all over her legs, ass and back, and she reciprocated with her own two hands. She became aware that there was a cute blonde man, a dark bearded one, a stocky muscular guy, and a red head who wore glasses and she did her best to pay attention to each one. About this time, she noticed that her husband had gotten up from his seat at the table, and approached the bar. She put her hand ...