Chapter 142 Birthday Present I

• It was my birthday and my husband wanted us to go to a bar we frequent occasionally. It is sort of a swinger’s bar, meaning that lots of couples and singles go there looking to fuck someone new or someone old who they are meeting there. They have an area in the back called “Cheaters Wall” where people go to fuck and suck.
• Knowing I was probably going to get laid or rather fucked up against the wall, I dressed accordingly. Short, very short red skirt, no panties (but I carry a pare in my purse, so I don’t leak all over the car on the way home.) Black sheer blouse with a red shelf bra underneath the blouse to hold the girls up but allow for some wiggle as man bait!
• Now I should tell you a little about us. I am Linda and my husband is Jack, at the time this happened I was in my late twenties and hubby was in his early thirties. I am 5’ 9” and then only around 135. 36 C, 27, 37. I inherited my mom’s long legs so everything I wear looks short on me and when I wear my come fuck me skirt and shoes I rarely strikeout. Not because I am drop dead gorgeous but because I show them what they can have. But I will finish with the statement that I am average pretty. Hubby is a good-looking man a little over 6” and around 190. He was a firefighter back then, so he stayed in decent shape to do the job.