Our First Date

My second husband and I met at a party and hit it off immediately. He was more rough around the edges than I usually was attracted to, and it really turned me on.

On our first date he took me to a dive bar, and not in the hipster ironic way. He regularly drank there, knew a bunch of people and the bartender. The place was packed, I was already pretty drunk, but we worked our way to the bar to get one more.

We were standing there, him behind me, me against the bar, and I felt his hands go up my skirt. No one seemed to notice, all involved in their own good time, so I didn’t stop him. The bartender smiled when he set our beers down like he might know what was happening.

I was getting really wet, really hot, I pushed back against him and felt his bare cock slide between my legs. One more thrust and he was inside me. I couldn’t believe he was fucking me right there, people right next to us. And I was letting him, and loving it. It didn’t take long before I felt him pulsing inside me.

That’s when I knew I was going to marry him. He made me feel so owned and I loved it. He made me his.