My husband had texted me back. He pointed out that the only way I could win the bet was to get a guy to fuck me before I got home - and prove it to him! Time was passing by and it looked like I'd lost the wager.
Belinda and I had been in the usual pubs and bars. We'd chatted and flirted and had a lot of fun. Lots of lads had bought us lots of drinks but none of them really gave me the impression that they could handle or satisfy me.
It was midnight and we decided on one last drink in a new cocktail bar near the train station. It made a welcome change from the constant noise of chat and music in the other bars we'd been in. There was a guy playing the piano in the corner and this added to the atmosphere of relaxed intimacy.
We both ordered a cocktail and sat on a leather sofa, placing our drinks on the low table in front of us. "I've had a great time tonight", said Belinda and we both smiled.
My attention turned to two men who seemed to be walking towards us. Approaching the seat opposite Belinda was a tall, blonde haired guy in a blue suit with a white shirt and pink tie. Heading towards me was a smaller fella in a grey suit with a black shirt. He had dark hair and a nice tan. Both were around 40 and, to put it bluntly, very fuckable.
The shorter guy looked at me and said, "Are these anybody's chairs? Do you mind if we join you?" I felt a stirring and I could tell by Belinda's giggles that she was thinking the same as me.
These two looked as though they knew how to satisfy a woman and my wet pussy was telling me I needed cock.