It gets off to an excellent start

Daphne gets into her car, a Mercedes AMG GLC, and drives off. She's a woman on a mission, a mission for cock. She struggles to stay focused on the task of driving, trying to keep both hands on the wheel. All she can think about is cock and cum, she wants it, she needs it, she's got to have it. It doesn't matter whose. Her pussy is a furnace, and due to the shortness of her skirt, her wetness is getting all over the upholstery of her seat. But she doesn't care, this is how she's supposed to dress, she's got a great body, so of course she should show it off as much as possible. She looks down at her outfit briefly, the bikini top is one of her skimpier ones, two little black triangles and some string, a bit of underboob is left bare, along with a generous portion of the rest of her breasts. The skirt, also black, isn't quite short enough to completely cover her ass. She thinks to herself that, given her destination and purpose, it might even be a bit too conservative, perhaps she'll need to do some shopping tomorrow to get some more revealing outfits.

Finally she reaches her destination, a busy dive bar on the other side of town. She knew her neighborhood wouldn't have what she required, so went to this place. It was rather busy, and it was a rowdy crowd, hope they're up for a good time. She pulls into the parking lot and finds a space, checking her make up in the mirror before stepping out. Daphne struts right up to the door, licking her lips, thinking about all the cocks inside, just waiting to fuck her. She walks in confidently, and her eyes begin scanning the room, she's getting a lot of looks from the clientele, who are mostly men, and finds a good one, a guy around her age, tall and muscular. He looks like he has a nice cock and good stamina, which is just what she needs right now.

She walks up to her target, who is standing at the bar, she catches his eye, and he looks her up and down, clearly liking what he sees. She moves in real close to him, so that her breasts are rubbing up against his chest, and reaches a hand down to his crotch, squeezing his cock through his pants. Without any preamble, she looks him in the eye and says, "Want to put this thing to good use?" The man nods, and Daphne leads him to an empty corner booth, she perches her ass up on the table and pulls him in, kissing him as she wraps her legs around his waist. He pulls his cock out, already hard and ready, and eases it inside of Daphne.

His cock is of course much larger than her husband's, a welcome change, and he thrusts deep into her, good and hard, just how she needs it, she rocks her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, and soon the young, married and very horny blonde is moaning and crying out, begging for more, "Fuck yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me like the horny little slut I am! Fuck me the way my husband can't!" Her new friend eagerly obliges, fucking her harder, faster. He reaches up and undoes her top, and she assists by pulling it the rest of the way off, tossing it who knows where, arching her back, pushing her tits up towards him. He begins sucking and kissing her tits roughly as he fucks her, his strong, calloused hands gripping her ass firmly, her tiny skirt bunched up around her waist. The two are going at it so hard and heavy they're barely aware of the audience they've attracted, though that would only serve to encourage Daphne in her current state.

When her gentlemen caller is close, he pulls out, and shoots his generous load all over her tits, and after catching his breath, zips up and pulls away from the grip of her legs. Daphne slides off the table, looking out at the crowd of primarily men who'd just watch her cheat on her husband, pulls her skirt off and tosses it aside, not even looking where it lands and says, panting, "So, who's next?"