Paul wants to take me out.

Paul jumped to his feet and zipped himself up. I was thoroughly confused. He turned and shut the door, the vibrations sending another shiver up my spine. “Not yet, Irene.” I bundled my robe around me and pulled myself up, sitting dumbly on the first step of the staircase. I was looking up at him waiting for an explanation. He stood facing the door for a minute, his back to me. He spoke without turning, “I do want you Irene; but not here, I need something else. I have something in mind that might help.”

“ANYTHING! Anywhere you want, honey.” I was pleading, and completely willing to try anything to keep us together.

Finally he turned, “Go upstairs and get dressed. We’re going out.” I practically flew up the stairs to the bedroom. I was beaming. I didn’t know exactly what he had in mind, but if it was going to get me fucked, I was on board. I hopped into the shower and quickly rinsed our foyer session off.

I got out and put on a short black cocktail dress. The neckline dipped low between my breasts. I decided to put on a pair of matching black silk stockings and a garter belt, without panties. The dress was short enough to expose a sliver of skin between the top of the stockings and the hem any time I bent at the waist. I took one last glance in the mirror before going downstairs to meet Paul. I was gorgeous as always; I absolutely oozed sex.

I ran downstairs in impossibly high heels. Paul was already in the car, and I went out to meet him. As I got comfortable, I leaned in for a kiss. He turned away. I decided I’d have to let him dictate the pace. I was still quite optimistic about tonight. He started the car and we headed toward the city. “Where are we headed?”

“Somewhere we’ve never been before. It’s on the west side of the city.” The west side was the “bad” part of town. It wasn’t the type of place anyone we knew would be caught alone. I was beginning to grow concerned about Paul’s plans. “It’s called Ratz,” he continued. I had seen that place before; it was a typical dive bar, if I recalled. I had never been inside, nor had any desire to, but I wasn’t going to do or say anything to put Paul out of whatever got him in the mood.

Still, I was curious about what he had in mind, “Just a quiet drink for the two of us, then?”

“Not exactly,” he seemed like he was trying to find the right words. Ultimately, he decided to just say it. “I want to see you with another man, Irene.”

I had just been blindsided. I couldn’t do that! How could he even ask!? I considered demanding that he turn around, giving him a piece of my mind, but all that came out was a meek, “What?”

“I want to see you pick up a stranger at the bar,” he looked over at me, “It won’t be hard,” he said it without meaning it as a compliment. “You said you’d do anything, Irene.”

“But, I never thought …” my head was spinning.

“Anything, Irene. Now’s the time to prove it.” The rest of the ride was spent in silence. I was thinking of every possible way to get out of this, and how each would impact my marriage. We were too close to the edge. If I rejected him now, no matter how, the risk of driving him away forever was too great. Before I knew it, we were there.

Paul put the car in park and turned to me, “I’m going to go in first. I’ll sit at the far side of the bar, facing the entrance. You wait ten minutes and come in. Look for me to show you where to sit.” He had clearly thought this all out. How long had he had this fantasy? I nodded, having finally decided to go along with whatever Paul wanted. “Good. I’ll see you inside. If you don’t go in there, don’t bother coming home.” He told me to get out of the car, he locked it behind me. I didn’t have a set of keys or any money with me. The message was clear. Either I was doing this, or I was walking home. He walked away from me without another word. I looked around. This was not an area I wanted to be walking home from at night.

I took a breath and gathered myself. The threat didn’t matter; my decision was made in the car. I was going through with it. I checked my watch. Six minutes had gone by. A pair of homeless guys walked out from an alley beside the bar. They were openly drinking a bottle of cheap whisky. They walked toward me; I prayed they wouldn’t notice me. A gust of wind blew in my face and my nipples grew stiff with the coolness. The bums were close now, and were coming directly to me. I checked my watch. One more minute. One of them leaned up against the car beside me. The other took a seat on the sidewalk. They were directly between me and the entrance. It was time to go in.

As I walked past the bums, the one leaning against the car shot his hand out and slapped my ass. I jumped in surprise at the sharp pain. The two of them were laughing hysterically. I ran the last few steps into the bar.

The inside of the bar was smoky and rustic. It was a prototypical dive, with rickety tables and a long, wooden bar. An eclectic assortment of items adorned the walls. It was almost as dark inside as it was outside. I took a moment to let my eyes adjust to the smoke and looked around at the people.

It seemed like this was a biker bar. A scattered group of rough-looking, tattooed men and thick women in leather vests and bandannas populated the tables. A few gave me a quizzical look, before turning back to their beers. There were three men sitting at the bar. One was a fat biker with a denim shirt and full beard. Another was one of the oldest men I had ever seen. He was razor thin, and wrinkled in every place I could see. He wore a leather biker jacket, but I couldn’t imagine that he still rode. His bony, frail fingers lifted a cigarette to his mouth. Finally, near the farthest wall from me sat Paul. I caught his gaze. He had already decided.

I followed Paul’s eyes as they darted to the old man. There may not have been anyone in the bar I was attracted to, but it was clear with his choice that Paul wanted to see me humiliated. But, I didn’t have a choice. I took a seat beside the old man. I was shaking, partly from fear, partly from nerves, and partly from rage. At this close range to the old man, I could hear him wheeze and cough. For a moment, I was honestly afraid he would drop dead beside me. Another part of me was hoping desperately that he would.

As I sat, the realization hit me that I didn’t even know how to begin. I didn’t know what Paul even wanted to see, exactly. In my head, I had thought that just a bit of flirting would be enough, but what if he wanted more? The thoughts were racing through my head when I noticed the bartender standing in front of me, “Well? You want something?”

“Oh, I don’t really have any money with me.” It wasn’t a great start.. I was going to get kicked out before I even knew the man’s name. Luckily for me, at any age, men still knew how to take an opening.

“She’s clearly with me, asshole. Put her on my tab.” The old man’s voice was rough, grainy, unpleasant, but assertive. I guess I was on my way. “She’ll have a shot of Wild Turkey. I‘ll take one too”

I didn’t even know what that was, “Thank you so much. I’m Irene.” He turned to face me. The liver spots on his face were difficult to look at. I searched for something else to focus on. My choices seemed to be his nose hair, ear hair, or missing teeth. I smiled anyway.

His eyes were first drawn to my smooth legs. After what seemed like a long moment, he tore his focus upward, lingering on my breasts before looking me in the eyes. “Duke, honey. Name’s Duke.” His breath smelled like smoke and liquor. The shots showed up.

I lifted my glass, “Well, Duke, thanks for the drink. Maybe we’ll find a way for me to pay you back later.” I was trying my best to flirt.

Duke lifted his, “Here’s to sooner rather than later, sweet thing.” I giggled and ran my hand lightly over my cleavage.

I threw back my shot, arching my back more than necessary, to give Duke a view. The shot was ****. It burned everything inside me. “Wow! That’s one heck of a shot.” I coughed, but quickly regained my composure. “A few more of those, and you’d have me senseless.” I giggled again. Duke was enjoying how my chest bounced when I did.

“Then let’s keep ‘em coming..” He motioned to the bartender. When he turned back to me, I had moved my stool closer. My knees were between his thighs. He looked down at me, having a clear view down my dress. “I like fast women,” he said, moving his hand to my knee. I giggled again. Our next round came.

I shot it back quickly, easier this time. The liquor was having its effect. “Well, you’re in luck. I’m as fast as they come.” I felt his hand move to the inside of my knee and begin crawling toward the top of my stocking. It felt unnatural. His hand was nothing but bone. As his hand moved closer to my dress, I felt him putting light pressure, forcing my knees farther and farther apart.

For the first time since I left the house, I remembered that I wasn’t wearing any underwear as a cool breeze fought it’s way between my spreading legs. I was wet. Wetter even than I had been before Paul came home, but I didn’t want that creeping terror Duke called his hand near my pussy. I took his hand and moved it up to my chest. This was marginally better. “Fast indeed, little girl. I think it’s time to pay for your drinks.”

A third round had appeared in front of us. I took my shot. “How do you plan on letting me pay you back?”

“I think I’d like to feel those pretty lips around my cock.” I expected to feel disgusted, but I surprised myself by feeling excited. Still, deep down, this man repulsed me. I was only doing this for Paul. I looked over to him. He had one hand under the bar, and a sick smile on his face. He motioned for me to keep going.

“Oh my God,” I thought. “Paul wants me to go through with this.” I noticed Duke hadn’t taken his shot yet. I took it for him, trying to gain liquid courage.

He smiled. “That was my shot. That’s gonna cost extra.” He ran a bony thumb over my lips. I gave it a kiss. He curled a finger and invaded my mouth. I closed my eyes and sucked. My arousal was winning out over my repulsion. “Why don’t you get on your knees right here for me? You give my 92 year old cock the blowjob of my life right here in front of all these nice folk, and we’ll call it even.”

“Ninety-two?” I thought. Could he even get it up still? I found myself asking the question as I seductively slinked to my knees in front of him. His finger was still in my mouth. I was still sucking it for all my worth. He pulled it out with a loud “pop”. My hands instinctively went for his cock. I fished it out. He was hard as a rock and not badly sized. I stroked it for a minute and looked up between his legs into his eyes.

“Now it’d be a shame to get that pretty dress ruined. Why don’t you get your tits out for me?” I obliged blindly, sliding the thin straps down my shoulders and folding the dress down to the waist. Duke let out a satisfied sigh and reached down. He took my right nipple between his fingers and pulled, roughly. “Start sucking, girlie.”

Obediently I moved my mouth to his balls. I started licking back to front; he moved forward on the stool to grant me better access. I licked every inch of his wrinkled sack, from his taint to the base of his cock. The taste wasn’t pleasant, but I was enjoying the feel of a cock again for the first time in months.

After a few minutes of ball-worship, I pulled back and lined up the tip of his dick to my mouth. I looked up into his eyes again and kiss the head. He looked like he was in heaven. So did I.

I started slow, running my tongue across the head a few times, the licking down each side, then the top, then the bottom. Finally, I let him into my mouth. Slowly, I rocked back and forth, taking an inch or two more with each forward sway. When I finally hit the bottom, my nose pressed against his curly white tufts of ancient pubic hair, I pulled all the way back. I ran his cockhead across my diamond hard nipples, delighting of the feel of a throbbing, wet dick against my soft skin.

I put his rod back in my mouth and began pumping harder. Faster with each stroke. His hands found the back of my head. “That’s it, baby. Take it.” I moaned around his cock, and this drove him ever closer. He couldn’t take much more.

With alarming power, he began dictating the pace. I wasn’t blowing him anymore, now he was fucking my face. I was bottoming out every stroke now, the tip of his penis finding the soft warmth of my throat over and over again. I let out a small whimper each time; he loved it. I could hear him groaning, trying to keep going, but pretty soon, I could feel his balls start tightening.

He stopped slamming into my mouth, but I kept a tight seal around his head, letting my velvet tongue dance all over it. He freed a hand and started jerking his exposed shaft. “You’re gonna swallow it all like a good little slut, now.” The words came out more wheezed than ever, but I felt the first rope of his hot cum hit the roof of my mouth. Obediently, I swallowed, and load after load followed. I took it all down, just like the good little slut he wanted me to be. When he was done, I licked around the head, making sure to catch all the last little drops.

“Thanks for the drinks, Duke … all of them.” I pulled my dress back into place and headed for the bathroom. I had almost forgotten about Paul. On the way to the back, I looked over toward where he was sitting.

I didn’t see him. I went on to the bathroom to wash up, hoping he hadn’t left me there. Somehow, I knew he had. I emerged from the bathroom and came back to my seat at the bar. Paul was still nowhere to be found. I leaned back and sighed.