Bad Craziness at the Folsom Street Fair - Sex Stories

Bad Craziness at the Folsom Street Fair

... a long bar on the left with tables to the right. The place was packed, probably over a hundred people and the mood was wild. The bar was jammed but a guy got up and offered his stool to my wife. She thanked him and took his seat. Her skirt rode up exposing her panties but she made no adjustments. All the guys around took notice. I wedged in next to her. The guy to her left asked if he could buy her a drink and she said sure. She was drinking margaritas which get to her fast. He signaled the bartender and ordered her drink. The guy and the bartender obviously knew each other and exchanged looks like “we have a live one here”. The guy started to hit on her and she responded in her usual flirtatious way. She turned her stool toward him and opened her legs to let his legs have room. They started flirting and when she was not looking, the bartender would top up her drink and give a hint of a wink to her new friend. I need to stop the narrative for a moment and describe my kink. After we were married a while I discovered that I loved to watch my wife being fucked by another guy. She also loved this deal because she would get off with a strange guy and she became addicted to sex. So what was unfolding at the bar excited me. I saw the bartender loading her drinks, where this might lead and I did nothing to stop it. My wife was getting really drunk. When she gets loaded what little inhibitions she has evaporate. The guy was running his hand up to her panties and rubbing between her ...

... legs. His other hand was under her T-shirt playing with a nipple. This was turning me on. Lay on MacDuff. At this time a woman got on the bar and started dancing. The crowd was yelling “take it off, take it off”. She pulled her blouse off over her head and was dancing topless. This brought a wild cheer from the crowd. Another woman joined her and took her top off. After a short time, their dates pulled them off the bar but the crowd wanted more. My wife was completely loaded by this time and the bartender indicated to his friend to get her up on the bar. He whispered in my wife’s ear and she climbed onto the stool and onto the bar. He joined her. She was quite unsteady and he put an arm around her waist. She had a glazed look and a vacant smile. A bunch of guys sensed something was about to happen and crowded all around me on both sides. The bartender took her by the waist to steady her and the guy pulled her Stanford T-shirt over her head and handed it to me. The crown pressed closer and started to clap “all off, all off”. He unsnapped her skirt and slipped it down. She stepped out obediently and he pulled her panties off, again handing them to me. While the bartender held her up he stripped off his shirt and pants. He was standing on the bar next to my naked wife with a 9 inch cock sticking straight out. The crown was really wild now shouting “fuck her, fuck her”. He and the bartender lowered her on her back onto the bar. Guys (and some girls) were pressing all around me to ...