Terrence, 33 Year Old Married Man (Kinkiness Level 1)

"Wait, this shopping center has a pub?!" Steve, your wife's best friend's husband, sounds elated.

"Oh well, would you look at that!" Rachel, his wife says, as if she's only mildly surprised. "Suddenly today's trip out doesn't seem so bad, hmm?"

You smile gently. "I could go for a pint, I guess." You must admit you hadn't been particularly looking forward to a day of shopping, but it was Sarah's turn to choose.

Sarah, your wife, speaks up. "Oh, I thought we were going to all be out together."

"Nonsense!" Rachel retorts. "Think about it. They'll have much more fun at the bar than dragging their heels behind us, and this way, we can spend all their money without being told off." With that, she sticks her tongue out at Steve in a playful manner.

He just scoffs. "Fine with me. Just try not to hit the limit on the credit card this time."

You shrug. "As if I have any say on what Sarah buys anyway! I'm in. If it's okay with you, Sarah."

"Fine." She says, pouting a little. But you can tell that it really is fine.

See you later ladies! Have fun!" Steve waves behind him, already on his way towards the pub entrance.

You smile and wave, and follow Steve inside.

You and Steve have the bar to yourselves, which is nice in some ways, but also means that you have to make small talk with him the entire time. The first fifteen minutes passes as you expect. Sports, world events, and beer are the main topics of conversation.

And then... the bartender approaches you both, with a rather curious proposition.

"You two gentlemen seem like you have good taste." He speaks, much more quietly than he needs to, considering nobody else is nearby. "If you're interested in seeing something truly unique, why don't you follow me into the back room."

Steve looks just as perplexed as you do, but he also looks very intrigued. You sigh, already knowing that you're going to end up following them both into the back room. You just pray that the bartender isn't about to try and sell you a timeshare or something.

You down your drink and set it aside, then get up onto your feet.

"Come on then, let's get this over with."

"I'll pour you another, on the house." The bartender says. "You're going to need it."