The Swing Series 7 - Sex Stories

The Swing Series 7

... stranger in a bar. I wandered around and settled against a large support pole near a table in the center of the room. Two guys were shooting. Each looked like he shot a lot of pool. They were making some good shots. I thought that if I was to challenge a table, I would have an easy way of meeting my wife's dream man. Neither of these two guys were acceptable (this was fun). I challenged the table thinking that I could take it from these guys without much problem. Then I could hope I'd be lucky enough to have my table challenged by the right guy. I started to daydream about what Sue was doing right now and what ideas she had planned for her fantasy night. I was lost in thought, when one of the guys playing tapped me. He said it was my game; he had lost to his friend. I put the quarters in and racked up the balls. I introduced myself. My opponent's name was Billy. He told me to go ahead and break if I wanted to. He was a pretty cocky little guy. He obviously figured that he was going to kick my ass in this game. We played 8-ball. I broke. I never missed a shot. The little shit never got a shot! His friend challenged me to a game and racked the balls. He was worse that his friend, betting me $50 that I couldn't do that again. I pocketed the $50 when the game was over and looked around for another opponent. Anyone who had been watching didn't want to waste his quarters. It was pretty stupid to annihil- ate the two guys like I did. I racked up the balls and started a practice game ...

... alone. I made some great shots but made sure that I missed just enough. As crowds will in bars, it shifted and a guy put his quarters on the side of the table. I looked the guy over, noticing that he seemed alone. I couldn't believe my luck, this guy was the Marlboro Man, for Christ's sake. I smiled to myself, praying that he wasn't gay and trying to pick me up. I was positive that this was the guy in my wife's fantasy. He hadn't even said anything yet, and I was "choosing" him. I finished the table slowly and we struck up a conversation. His name was Cory and he said he was an investment banker. His voice was very deep, his chest and arms were covered with dark, thick hair. It was more like fur, actually. He said he was 24 and just out of college. He was in the area visiting f****y before moving to New York City and starting his new banking job. He had three weeks before he had to report for work and he said he wanted to catch up on some partying. Cory was about six foot tall and 170 pounds. He was in very good shape. His arms bulged against his short- sleeve shirt. In my mind, I crossed my fingers, Sue would LOVE to get her hands on this guy. We shot pool and drank beer, taking turns buying rounds. I heard the band start up, I hadn't realized how quickly time was flying by. Cory and I were having a really good time. The difference in our ages didn't even seem evident. This was a really nice guy. About 10:00, I was starting to wonder about Sue. Where was she? I had expected ...