A Chance Encounter: John's Haze of Lust (Week 7)

John had been trying to reach Kelly’s phone for the past hour now. But every time he called, he was greeted with a no signal message. The frustrated husband let out a long sigh – he really wanted to share this moment with his wife. But the network reception in this bar was exceptionally poor.

Earlier today, colleagues at John’s new office had invited him for drinks after work. Despite his good looks and an admittedly charming persona, socializing wasn’t one of his strong suits.

He tried to wiggle out of the commitment, but when his workmates complained he never hung out or bonded with them since he joined, he had to relent. Corporate world is a cutthroat place – he didn’t want to leave a bad first impression.

As John gave up on his hopes of reaching Kelly, he looked around the bar they were in. He was expecting some kind of swanky, corporate hideout, but this was actually a former warehouse turned into a rather run-down dive bar with a shisha lounge.

The dim neon lights inside gave off a dreamlike glow, accentuated by the heavy haze of shisha smoke everywhere. The floor space was actually huge - John could barely see the counter in distance from where they were sitting. At this hour, the bar was overflowing with patrons, with several customers standing around with drinks in hand.

Desert Rose by Sting was playing on a hidden sound system somewhere. “Fitting”, John thought to himself, smiling. It went with the ambiance of the place. He usually never went out, so it was a rather welcome change of pace for him. And frankly, he was enjoying the company too.

Since they had booked early, despite the rush at the bar, they got the center table, with a 360-degree view of the entire place. John was hanging out with four of his coworkers – three men and a woman. He was facing the far end of the bar, with his female colleague, Annie, sitting right beside him. The other three sat opposite them, making small talk.

Annie was a natural blonde - a friendly, helpful junior executive, having joined the office a few days after him. She had even asked John for pointers on settling down in the new place. But, being the awkward goofball he was, he had made every attempt to avoid interacting with her as much as he could.

John found her attractive, of course. However, every time he even looked at her, his mind drifted back home, to the sight of his loving wife Kelly. He had all the heaven he needed at home. He didn’t need to chase cheap thrills.

Annie suddenly bumped her shoulder into John’s, drawing his attention to the commotion taking place in the booth at the far end. A small crowd had gathered, cheering someone on.

“What on earth is happening there?” she was squinting, trying to get a better look through the haze of the smoke. Her other colleagues also turned around to look, including John. They noticed several camera flashes, with words like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ floating in the air.

Annie stopped a young, 20-something guy who was rushing back to the other end of the bar. “What’s up with all the noise back there?”

“Oh man, some slut is blowing her boyfriend under the table. We were trying to get a sneak peek but the guy waved us to come closer. He said we could watch and take pics if we gave them some cover. Shit, I need to bring my friends. Gotta go.”

John stared in utter disbelief. The thought that some girl would dare to give a blowjob in a crowded bar was beyond his realm of familiarity. Most of his colleagues seemed to agree.

“God damn, that’s fucking nasty. Should we call security?” said one of the guys.

“Come on, they are just having some kinky fun. Who are we to judge?” winked Annie. John stared in disbelief for the second time in as many minutes. “You… You actually support this?”

“Look, we all are sexual creatures, but we choose to express it in our own ways. For some people, it’s being in a lifelong monogamous relationship. For some, it’s agreeing to be in an open relationship, so both you and your partner can be happy with other people. For some, it’s being in a platonic commitment.”

“For this couple, it’s probably the thrill of being watched and maybe getting caught. What’s wrong with that? They are not harming us, are they?” Annie offered with a smile that was equal parts innocent and sensual.

John looked back at the couple in the booth. By then, a few more people had joined the onlookers’ ranks, a human barrier shielding the booth from the main bar and the throngs of people there.

Even through the barrier, John could make out a leg sticking out, the red shoe on it swaying sideways with every forward movement of her body. And there were a LOT of it. From the looks of it, she was going feral on whatever she had in front of her, with the crowd cheering her on.

Squinting harder through the nauseating haze of smoke, John saw a hand from the leather-bound booth seat reaching under her red mini skirt. Moments later, the hand was pulling down a red thong, running it down her shapely legs, to the roar of the crowd. “Wait”, John’s brain was working overtime to connect the dots.

“If she is blowing the guy in front of her, then who is reaching under her skirt? Are there two guys in the booth?” He got his answer when the lone hand appeared from the opposite end of the booth, throwing the article of clothing into the voyeur crowd. Another loud roar erupted. “There are at least two guys in that booth. Maybe more? Fuck.”

As the erotic scene unfolded in front of John’s peeping eyes, he felt himself getting hard. Before, it only happened when he watched his wife have ‘pretend’ sex with her ‘pretend’ boyfriend, Shaun. He had learned to treat it as his own personal porn, masturbating furiously to amazing climaxes while his wife acted out getting pounded hard by Shaun.

John thought about touching himself, but his soul felt conflicted. Won’t it be cheating on Kelly if he touched himself seeing another girl, let alone this immoral skank in this rundown bar?

While he was debating the moral implications of his impending decision, the action just a few feet ahead of him seemed to reach a crescendo. With the crowd roaring again in delight, John caught the faintest glimpse of a pair of hands on a brunette head, pushing it down on his crotch. “God damn, she’s swallowing his load down her throat”.

That last blurry image alone pushed him over the edge. He didn’t see much - to be honest, but the vivid pictures his slightly drunk, stimulated brain was presenting to him came with colorful, imaginary details.

It resulted in John sporting a full-on hard-on that was getting difficult to hide anymore. He looked around to see if anyone else noticed his discomfort, only to be greeted by Annie’s mischievously innocent smile, who was looking down at his lap from the side.

“Fuck, I need to get away” was the first thought that popped into his head.

Clumsily using his folio bag to cover his raging erection, he mumbled a half-hearted excuse, dashing for the men’s bathroom. As he was leaving, he caught a glimpse of a second pair of hands grabbing the girl with red shoes by the hair, lifting her from the first guy’s lap. John couldn’t bother to watch anymore. He needed a release – fast.

At the end of the corridor, John found two bathroom doors. The one of the left had an ‘out of service’ sign hanging in front. Making sure no one saw him, he locked himself in the furthest stall in the broken bathroom, taking out his cock.

His huge member was already rock hard, the head swollen red from the unattended stimulations from the past half hour. He started stroking it little by little, his previously uncorrupted mind now making absurd connections – replacing the girl at the booth with his wife for no reason, bobbing her head up and down on a nameless cock.

John debated calling his wife again – every other time he had masturbated so far was with Kelly on the other end. “Maybe it’s worth a try now”, he reasoned. He opted to send a text instead, “Hey babe. Missing you” with a heart emoji. The text got delivered right away. John’s heart fluttered in anticipation. Will she reply?

Before he could think any further, the main door to the bathroom swung open. A heavy set of footsteps entered, followed by a second, sharper set of footsteps, this one more clicky. “Heels?” John thought to himself while stroking his big cock. “Do they not know this bathroom is out of order?”

He heard the door of the closest stall to the main door open, and two people enter, followed by the wet sounds of kisses, and moans uttered in hushed tones. “Fuck”, John muttered, “These people are fooling around right next to me”.

As he kept gently stroking his painfully hard erection, eyes closed in pleasure, he felt his phone vibrate suddenly. Jolting awake, he checked the incoming message. There were a number of them actually, all from Kelly.

“Hey babe. Just came to this bar. Shaun’s giving me a lesson in drinking tonight. Be back soon!”

“Sorry hun, looks like network’s poor here. Don’t worry, I’m OK. Just met a friend of Shaun’s. He’s good”.

“Baaabe,, texct bavk. Lovr yio”

As John kept reading the messages, he could tell Kelly was getting more and more drunk. After the first few ones, her texts started making less and less sense, eventually turning into gibberish.

The next couple of messages were pictures of Kelly with Shaun. She looked absolutely radiant in her red, low-cut top, showing a delicious amount of cleavage, but nothing too scandalous. “She sure knows how to keep it classy,” thought john proudly.

He couldn’t see below her torso as the table was blocking the camera’s view, but he did see her ‘pretend’ boyfriend pose for the camera, arm around his wife, with Kelly sticking out her tongue a little in a minxy way. She was probably just trying to tease her husband, John smiled.

After looking at the first couple of pictures, John suddenly realized none of those were selfies. “Who was taking the pictures then?” he wondered. He didn’t have to wait long for the answer. The very next picture showed her sitting in the leather-bound booth with a complete stranger.

John blinked twice, his brain having a hard time functioning through the haze of erotic fog – hadn’t he seen these seats before somewhere? After a couple of seconds, his brain gave up trying to remember such inconsequential details, instead choosing to focus on the guy in the picture. Then he remembered – oh yes, Shaun’s friend.

“Chilling with Marcus and Shaun”, read the accompanying text.

The next couple of pictures showed Marcus whispering in Kelly's ears. She had her hands covering her mouth in one picture, as if shocked by some lewd suggestion. The very next one, however, showed her playfully punching Marcus on the arm, while his hand apparently rested on her thigh.

By then, the hushed sounds from the occupied stall nearby were slightly more audible. John eavesdropped while stroking his cock, against his better judgement. He was horny, there was a horny couple nearby making love, and his own wife looked incredibly sexy in the pictures. He was being stimulated from all sides, and he was trying to soak up as much of the erotic energy as he could.

“Do you like to cheat on your husband, whore?” said a stern male voice in a hushed tone, straining slightly.

“Mmmm… Nnghhh…”

“Answer me, you fucking trash”.

Thwap.

The sound of a sharp slap rang out through the empty bathroom.

“Oh wait, I need to take my cock out of your mouth for you to talk. Sorry babe, my bad”, chuckled the voice. John kept stroking his big cock, listening intently, his throbbing erection getting a little harder listening to the erotic degrading.

Thwap.

“So, what do you say whore? Are you a cheating slut or not?”

A panting, whimpering sound for a reply caught John off-guard. It didn’t even sound human. It felt like some animal – more like some bitch in heat – was trying to convey how shamefully horny it was, begging for some release. “Fuck”, John closed his eyes to better focus on the sensations of his cock. “Just how horny is this girl?”

“Turn around”, commanded the male voice, as sounds of clothes shuffling continued for a few second. Soon, the sounds were replaced by those of flesh hitting on flesh, a rhythmic pattern that could mean only one thing. “Holy shit, those two are having sex in this dirty, disgusting bathroom”, John thought as the pace of his stroking quickened, the irony of his own predicament escaping his mind.

“You like that, slut? You like how my cock feels in your cunt?”

An long, agonizing, yet affirming groan was the only answer.

“Fuck you, you filthy trash. Getting fucked by my cock with Marky’s cum down in your tummy. Do you even feel any shame?”

“Who knows how many people saw you giving head today. They even took pictures. How do you feel about random strangers masturbating to you acting like a slut?”

“What would your husband say if he saw you right now? Nasty whore.”

A very soft, barely audible voice just kept muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck” in response to the shower of the verbal ****. It was clear she was trying to be quiet, to preserve whatever dignity she had left by not screaming out loud from ecstasy in this dirty men’s bathroom.

“How about we show him? Come here, bitch. Jesus, stop bouncing those fucking tits. Say cheese.”

“Please, crop… Crop it… I beg you…”

As if on cue, John’s phone vibrated, his dazed brain unable to make the obvious connection. He opened the message – it was a picture from Kelly, zoomed in on her face. She had a look of pure, unadulterated ecstasy on her face. Her eyes were closed, she was drooling from the corners of her lips, her mouth slightly open as if she was riding the throes of pleasure.

“Fuck, this one is so realistic. Thank you, babe”, muttered John, his own orgasm creeping up on him.

“Do you think he’ll still love you if he knew what kind of trash you are, slut?”

“Yes, yes, yes… He will… He has to…” moaned a small voice, meek yet defiant.

“Fuck, you worthless bitch. I’m close, I’m…”

John, with his eyes closed, tried to make sense of why he stopped mid-sentence. Did he have an orgasm already? Was the cheating cunt one stall over milking his cock?

He got his answer as the loud sounds of kissing reverberated throughout the bathroom. This wasn’t two people sharing a romantic moment. This was a battle of sexual dominance. Both of them sounded like they were trying to devour each other, with occasional cries of pain followed by more passionate kissing.

They were planting hickies all over each other, John reckoned.

The next time the guy spoke, his tenderness surprised the oblivious husband, who was closing in on a powerful orgasm of his own.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m…”

“Please give it to me, hun. Cum inside me. I need you inside me. Please. Please.”

“Oh fuck. Babe, We…I… Lov… ”

John heard the sounds of kissing return, accompanied by a loud grunt from the guy, followed by a number of quiet shrieks from the girl. As if on cue, John had his own climax, shooting thick rope after rope of his seed into the toilet bowl.

John felt his body shut down from the intensity of the orgasm. His lower abdomen and testicles were hurting, and his head was throbbing from the amazing release. He almost had to **** himself to drag his body through the bathroom door after cleaning up really fast.

He didn’t want to put the illicit couple in the next stall in an awkward situation, so he decided to leave quickly.

“Kelly won’t believe when I tell her what I heard today”, chuckled a satisfied John.