Sally Plus Two

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Sally was forty-three years old when she first had sex with two guys at once. Her son and daughter were both away at college. She was still married at the time but that had already grown into a hollow sham of a relationship. She partly blamed herself. Her sexual appetite was strong and her husband over the years sensed he was never able to fulfill her needs. Eventually he stopped really trying and their lovemaking grew mundane. She had been completely frustrated in her desire for passion and sexual fulfillment for years.

There was nothing planned or magical about how she came to be with those two men that night. She was out with a bar hopping bachelorette party for one of the younger girls in her yoga class.

It was the last stop on their evening tour, a bluesy honky-tonk bar with a couple of pool tables and a Friday night band that was still playing past midnight. Some of the group had already abandoned.

The remaining girls were playing pool and dancing with the men that collected and thronged about them. They weren’t actually drunk but what Sally considered a pleasantly high level of alcohol maintained silliness.

Sally was not there to pick up a guy and neither were the other girls. They just laughed and giggled about the guys who approached trying to get lucky. Sorry, this was girls’ night out.

Sally did flirt with each of the young hunky bartenders and they flirted back. It was just typical bar stuff. She was enjoying the innocent attention bar-staff often give to garner higher tips. Sally knew how it worked and thought nothing of it.

Later when she was getting another round of drinks the one bartender asked if she would like to dance. She giggled out, “Yes, yeah sure, why not.”

She delivered the drinks to her three remaining friends, gulped her vodka tonic down and said, “ I’m going to dance with the bartender.”

The bartender’s name was Frank. He was strong and Sally figured he was a bartender by night and lived in a gym during the day. He was not a great dancer but he held her close and that sure felt good. She could feel her breasts mashing against his muscular chest. She enjoyed the powerful arm around the middle of back. He told her she was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen in there.

She giggle, stroked the back of his head and whispered, “You dear boy” into his ear.

“No, really. You remind me of that actress, the one in that baseball movie with Kevin Costner,” he said.

“Bull Durham, “ she said, “You think I look like Susan Sarandon?”

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