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... cock?"

"I like your cock, too,” she added, "but your hand makes me cum."

Two fingers slid into her and she moved her feet farther apart to give me better access. I added another finger and slid them in all the way then out a few times. She wiggled her hips and pulled off my fingers when my thumb grazed her asshole.

"Nuh, uh."

"What?" I whined.

"You know 'what' is, off-limits,” she answered. She turned around and took my hard cock in her hand. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and the head poked out. She jerked it back and forth a few times and I groaned. Bending over at the waist, she put the head in her mouth and took me deeper until her bottom lip touched my balls. Twisting slightly she looked up at me, her large green eyes smiling as her lips curled at the edges around my shaft. She then pulled off my twitching cock and stood up. "Do you wanna make a bet? Whoever wins more games tonight," she pointed her thumb at her chest, "gets to tell the loser," she pointed her finger at me, "what to do in bed tonight."

I snorted a laugh as I dried off. "If you are so anxious to spend the night sucking my cock, I guess I'll have to take that bet."

"I did tell you I shaved, right? Now let me finish getting ready so we can go."

Grabbing my beer I headed into the bedroom.

Bucky's Tavern was our local go-to spot. Decent food, strong drinks, a pair of pool tables, and a jukebox filled with classic rock filled all our needs. Over the last few years, we'd become ...

... friends, or at least friendly, with the bartender slash owner.

An hour later I was holding the door open for Kate as she sashayed into Bucky's. Kate was on the short side and a little thick, but thick in all the right places, not fat. We worked out a couple of times a week to burn the weekend calories. We were both proud of staying fit, even if age was adding a few pounds. She usually wore clothes to make herself appear taller. Tonight Kate wore a mid-thigh red skirt, a black blouse, and what I called her fancy jean jacket. Three-inch heels made her calves and ass pop. I took a moment to admire her butt and thought about how lucky I was to have her for a wife. I'd changed into jeans and a casual collared shirt. For both of us being close to 40, I thought we made a damn sharp looking couple.

It wasn't crowded, being somewhat early in the evening and we sat at a high top near the bar. Bucky's wasn't large. Along one wall was the bar, the rest of the space mixed with a couple of high tops near the door and some more low tables filling into the back. In the rear corner was a small stage where a musician or duet would sometimes play. Unfortunately, the stage was empty tonight. Next to the stage was a door that led to the pool tables and bathrooms.

The waitress placed a margarita in front of Kate and a Budweiser by me. "Mike said you'd want to start with these."

I called over to the bartender, "Thanks, Mike! You're the best." It is wonderful having the guy that runs the ...