Sandy's Fun NIght At A Dive Bar

A husband watches his young wife have a great time as she entertains a group of men in a backwoods, dive bar.

Jim sipped his beer and leaned back contentedly as he watched his wife on the dance floor.

He smiled as he saw the bearded, stocky man behind her reach under her dress and start fingering her pussy. Sandy didn’t flinch. Instead, he bent over and pushed her ass against the guy’s groin while she spread her legs to give him better access.

“Damn, this slut is wet and ready,” Jim heard the man say to another guy who was standing on Sandy’s side. “I think we are all going to have a good time tonight.”

A smile appeared on Sandy’s face as the second man ran his hands down her hips to the bottom of her dress. But instead of reaching under it, he pulled her skirt up and showed Sandy’s pussy and ass to everyone in the bar. Sandy was not wearing panties or a bra under the dress, as she never did on Friday nights when she and Jim went out in search of a fun night.

Seeing that she made no effort to resist, the two men lifted Sandy’s dress over her head and left her standing totally naked in the middle of the floor, wearing only a pair of beige pumps on her feet. The crowd, about 80% male, erupted in cheers as they saw Sandy’s slim, 24-year-old, 5-foot, 4-inch body, 34C tits, and the wisps of trimmed blonde pubic hair above her pussy.

The waitress clearing empties from Jim’s table turned to him. “Isn’t that your wife,” she asked?

“Yes, it is.”

“Doesn’t that bother you to see those guys doing that to her?”

“No. Not as long as she enjoys it. It’s all up to her.”

“Cool,” said the waitress, as she turned away and went back to the bar.

Jim watched the waitress whisper something in the bartender’s ear, and saw him smile and nod approvingly.

On the floor, many hands were groping Sandy’s naked body. Two men lifted her up and placed her on the bar.

“Show us what you’ve got,” one of the men shouted at Sandy. That was Sandy’s cue to sit on the edge of the bar, spread her legs wide, and start fingering herself.

Jim knew they had found the right bar that evening. It was something he and Sandy did often on Saturday nights. They lived in South Jersey, about 20 minutes from Philadelphia. Just about every weekend, they’d drive an hour or two in search of a bar or club where Sandy could let loose and enjoy herself.

The bar they were in tonight was the type of bar they often sought out. It could best be described as a classic dive bar in a rural, industrial area. It was small and the parking lot was field with old pickup trucks and motorcycles.

Inside, the bar looked as they expected. Wood paneling on the walls, with well-used tables sitting alongside. There were a few couples sitting at the tables while the bar was lined with men - most in their 40s or 50s - still dressed in their work clothes.

The crowd gathered around Sandy as she displayed herself from the bar.

“Hey Gloria, why don’t you help get her ready,” one of the men said to the woman he was with.

“Sure thing,” came the reply as a middle-aged brunette stepped forward and instantly buried her face between Sandy’s thighs.The expression on Sandy’s face showed that Gloria knew what she was doing.

“I didn’t know Gloria was like that,” one of the men said out loud.

“You’d be surprised what the wives around here do while we’re at work,” came the reply.

As Sandy writhed in pleasure thanks to Gloria’s tongue, a couple of the men rearranged some tables to make a place Sandy could lie down on. One of the men asked Sandy if she was ready for them all. She nodded yes, so they carried her off the bar and laid her down on the tables.

One of the men standing alongside Sandy’s head unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, which she eagerly took in her mouth. As she sucked him, other men were fingering her pussy and grabbing her tits. Finally, one of the men spread her legs apart, dropped his pants and pushed his dick into her waiting. He held her by the hips while he pumped her hard. After a couple of minutes, he turned to Jim and asked,” Hey … is it OK to cum inside this slut?”

“Sure thing,” Jim replied. “Do whatever you want.”

The man’s body tenses while he shot his load deep inside Sandy’s pussy. At about the same time, the guy she was sucking shot a big load into her mouth. She did the best she could to swallow every drop. The two dicks were quickly replaced by other dicks. Some of the guys stood quietly while Sandy sucked their dicks. Others were more active and held he head while they face-fucked her. One of the women got in line, straddled Sandy’s face and made sure Sandy took care of her pussy. All the while, men were taking their turns fucking Sandy as hard as they could.

About 1:30 in the morning, the bartender called out “OK everybody. Last call!”

“For drinks or for the whore?” asked someone in the crowd.

“Both,” replied the bartender.

At that, Jim stood up and announced that while everyone was welcome to fuck Sandy as many times as they wanted, but that any guy who wanted to but had not yet fucked her went right to the front of the line. Two men came forward, so Jim made sure they each got their turn.

When they were done, Jim helped Sandy off the tables, wrapped her coat around her naked, cum-drenched body, and led her out of the bar and into their car.

As they left, Jim turned to everyone inside, opened Sandy’s coat to give them a last look at her body and said, “Thanks for giving her such a great time. We’ll see you all again in a few weeks.”

It was a promise Jim knew they would be keeping.