More Than One Night? - Sex Stories

More Than One Night?

I reluctantly agreed to meet my friend Julie at a bar that I had never gone to in a neighborhood I wasn't familiar with at all. The occasion was to celebrate the fact that my divorce from Jeff was final. As for the reason for the location, I was just as perplexed. We had a few local bars that we both went to on occasion, either of those would have been fine. Yet, Julie insisted that I meet her at this bar called Shooters over in a part of town where I don't normally spend any time. Despite my best efforts, she was insistent, so I gave in and agreed to her meet her there. I managed to find my way to Shooters. It didn't seem all that out of the ordinary. "So far, so good," I thought to myself. I found a parking spot just across the street. I noticed that the people going in and out appeared to be on the younger side, but that I figured that wasn't unusual for a Friday night, so I went in and looked for Julie. "Over here," I heard her shout before finally spotting her at a side booth table. "Bout time you get here, girl," she said, clearly already partaking in the celebrating. "Why on earth did you want to meet here," I said, sitting down across from her. "Oh, come on. Lighten up. You're a free woman now. Have some fun. Celebrate." Given the fact that we were both women in our mid-30s, I felt kind of awkward with Julie being as clearly smashed as she was at that particular moment. I decided to, at least, have a drink with her, especially since it was obvious that she wasn't ...

... about to take "no thanks" as an answer. We sipped a few drinks and talked about work and other random stuff. Now, keep in mind that Julie was still married. Her husband, a prominent local doctor, was out of town at a medical convention, so she was completely free for the evening. She didn't have any children yet, even though she had been married to Jack for at least a decade or so at that point. I met Julie when she started working at the processing center where I sort through online orders for a large catalog company. I met Jeff when I was in my early 20s. He was about 10 years older than me. At the time, I thought he was the greatest catch in the world. After all, he was a successful lawyer and already had the nice car and house to go with such as position. I thought that I had struck gold. My mother, of course, was thrilled, along with my two sisters. The wedding was damn near close to something that would make William and Kate envious. It wasn't until we were married for a few months that I realized that I was more of a trophy wife for Jeff. He would spend most of his time with clients or out of town on one matter or another. He was in the process of trying to become a partner in the firm he worked at, so he was more focused on that, and not so much on his new wife. The sex wasn't all that great. He would basically come home from a busy day or long trip and hurry up and do his duty, get a shower, and get to bed. I'd end up wide awake, still horny, while he sawed logs. This ...