Back to the room to change clothes

After the card ride and light dinner, I wanted to put on some jeans and go to a country bar.

I left my mini push up bra on, and put the tank top my husband packed on to try. It was more low cut than I had anticipated. The real dilemma came when it was time for my shorts. My husband had cut off a few inches, and there was no way I could wear panties and these shorts.

I'm not really a thong girl, so it was nothing underneath for me. I put on my boots and my husband and I went to a nearby country bar.

My husband isn't really a dancer, but he's a good sport. We got a couple of longnecks at the bar, and settled in to a table. Next to us was a group of ladies on a Girls Night Out. (I assumed they were locals). We struck up a conversation, and they ended up being a pretty friendly group.

They were roughly our age, and all dressed in some variety of denim shorts and country style tops. They were all married except one girl named Melissa, who was closest to me.

Melissa was about my age, and she had blonde hair and freckles. She was wearing a denim skirt and white button up top, which she had tied around her stomach. Based on her speech, I estimated that she had been drinking for a while, and was a little loose with her speech. ( I was feeling very little pain too at this point.)

A line dance started and all the girls at the table next to us got up to dance. Melissa grabbed my hand. I gave a look to my husband and he said, "Go ahead and have fun. I'm just going to relax and watch the game and you dance".

It was fun to be on the floor dancing. Melissa made a few jokes, which caused me to laugh and hug her. We were having a blast.

After the line dance was over, a faster song came on. Melissa grabbed my hand, and we danced together. We were both getting a little "handsy" with each other, and at one point, I saw my husband smile at us.

As the song ended, a slow song came on, and Melissa told me she had to go to the ladies room (of course one of her friends went with her- you don't think a lady can go to the powder room alone, do you?).

Melissa told me she'd meet me back at the table, as she had something she wanted to ask me.

As I started back to the table, a cowboy asked me to dance. I was a little drunk, so figured, what the hell, and stayed on the dance floor with him.

He was much taller than me, and slimmer than my husband, who is stocky and muscular. He was wearing jeans and a blue button up shirt, and had on a white hat.

As we danced, I could feel his hands rubbing up against my ass. I pushed my breasts into him, and could feel him getting extremely hard. His hardness was pressing into me, and I judged it to be pretty big.

When the song ended, the cowboy asked me, "Would you like to join my friends and I at our table"?