That night, the bar went quiet very quickly and soon there were only me, Paul and a couple of the older regulars left in the whole establishment. With the other barmaids finished and Amy tucked up asleep, I pretty much had Paul all to myself.
As he talked I made sure I was the ever-so-enthusiastic worker. He never mentioned my panties but as I took drinking glasses off tables and cleaned the wooden surfaces I bent over as far as I could, my skirt riding up my round, pert arse, knowing he’d see my underwear and possibly the line of damp at the area where I so eagerly wanted him to stuff his married cock in me. I knew he was watching, and he now knew I wasn’t bluffing, or I hoped.
‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ He asked me curiously.
‘No,’ I replied, smiling at him. ‘Why, do you have someone in mind for me?’ I teased. He shrugged, his big shoulders looking amazing in the tight t-shirt he wore to show off his muscles.
‘I’ve got a couple of single friends,’ he said, smiling.
‘To be honest, I’ve already got my eye on someone,’ I said giggling.
‘Oh aye? Do I know him?’ He asked.
‘You might. You’ll have to wait and see,’ I said. This time I bent forward-facing him, my tits touching the cold surface of the bar between us, my nipples hard as bullets. He could see everything but if he liked what he saw he was showing a lot of restraint.
*****
Over the coming weeks Amy’s pregnancy bump got bigger, and the dresses I wore to the bar to work got sluttier. The hemlines were higher than they’d ever been and if the top I was wearing didn’t make for the potential for my tits to fall out I didn’t wear it. I had my man in sight and I didn’t want to falter before it was too late. Once the baby was here I knew Amy would be a brat and want all of his attention on the two of them and I couldn’t have that. As luck would have it though, the summer months crept in and she couldn’t cope with the summer heat and the pregnancy together.
Paul would try and help her up the stairs or suggest she take a nap to leave us to run the bar and she would bite his head off, telling him he was an idiot, that he was insensitive and he didn’t understand. He’d laugh it off to me after she stormed off and I’d put my arm round him, making sure I was pressed in close to him. ‘You’re a great husband. Any woman would be lucky to have you as their protector,’ I’d say. He loved the attention. ‘What would I do without you?’ He’d say, smiling.
‘I’m here for all of your needs, any time,’ I’d say. We’d lock eyes with each other. He was getting the hint but I knew he wasn’t ready.
*****
The weirdest thing about the whole situation was how quickly Amy attached herself to me as a friend. It seemed the bitches she used to speak to at school who used to help make my life a living nightmare had all but deserted her once she married Paul. I couldn’t blame them, many of them were only friends with her out of fear of the victimiser turning on them as well.
Paul loved seeing Amy in revealing outfits even with her pregnancy weight, and as her new ‘confidante’ I had to try and find ways to break her confidence a little. I craved his eyes on me, and I couldn’t stand the jealousy I felt when he paid attention to his wife.
When it was just me and Amy, and Paul wasn’t there I’d drop subtle digs at her about her outfits being inappropriate while carrying a child. ‘I don’t think that fits right,’ or, ‘you’re getting too big to pull off that dress,’ I’d say to her. I’d do it in a way to bring in her trust. If she thought I was being mean she’d get Paul to fire me. I needed to continue to make him feel wanted while also putting it in her head that she was worthless.
One afternoon she came downstairs in a light summer dress. She actually looked really pretty, but her pregnancy bump was huge at this point.
‘It looks really tight at the front,’ I said to her.
‘Oh really?’ A flash of disappointment on her stupid face. I couldn’t help but relish what I was doing given that she’d done the same things to me years earlier. ‘Paul likes me in it… and to be honest the sex is non-existent at the moment.’
I was shocked at how candid she was being here, and relieved that they had some distance between each other in the bedroom.
‘Oh really?’ I asked, trying not to sound overly interested.
‘Yeah,’ she replied. ‘That’s why I want to look pretty around him. Show him that I’m still desirable even if my desire for sex has diminished because of the pregnancy.’
My mind flashed back to when they were in the back room. His hands lifted the hem of her skirt as he got behind her, trying to bend her over the table to fuck her, and my jealousy that it wasn’t me at the time. I was filled with relief.
‘I’m sure he’ll wait ’til the baby’s born,’ I said. ‘And actually, if he won’t wait until you’re ready then that’s not fair. You do what you need to do to get yourself through this pregnancy and make sure he supports you like a good husband should.’
‘Thank you so much,’ she said. ‘You’re a good friend to me, and a better one than I probably was to you in the past.’ I hugged her.
‘Everything’s going to be OK,’ I said. ‘I promise.’ Over her shoulder, another photo of the two of them on the wedding day with a caption underneath reading, ‘eternal love.’
We’ll see, I thought to myself.
******
On a busy Saturday night after the bar closed, I was left to clear up again with Paul. Just the two of us on our own. He was distant and agitated and I didn’t know why.
‘What’s wrong?’ I asked him. Was it me? Had I done something to upset him?
He shrugged his shoulders. ‘Married life,’ he said, laughing.
‘What do you mean?’ I asked him, innocently.
He dumped his cleaning cloth on the bar and sat at one of the tables and he looked me in the eyes.
‘Can you keep a secret?’ He asked.
‘Of course I can,’ I said. I pulled a chair up beside him and I could feel the butterflies churning in my stomach for being so close to him. My panties were damp again as I smelled a faint mix of his sweat mixed with his sweet aftershave.
‘It’s hard with me and Amy,’ he said. ‘I love her more than anything but she’s giving nothing back. And her mood swings when we’re alone are awful. I feel more like her servant than her husband,’ he said.
‘Have you tried talking to her?’ I asked, pretending real concern that things weren’t great, while the excitement in my stomach continued to build.
‘Yeah, she says I should be more considerate and I only think about sex,’ he said laughing, his face going slightly red out of shame.
‘Don’t be embarrassed,’ I said, putting my arm around him. ‘It’s a natural thing. A man has needs…. so do we,’ I said, giggling.
‘I told her I thought the way she was dressing made her look like an old woman. She’s covered herself up and I don’t know why,’ he said. ‘I just don’t find it very attractive…’ he stopped and seemed to be looking for the right thing to say.
‘What is it?’ I asked.
‘Well… we’ve both noticed that the way you dress is…. erm… very revealing,’ he said. ‘She’s accused me of staring at you, and she told me that I had to tell you that it’s inappropriate. She didn’t want to have to do it herself because she really likes you and doesn’t want to hurt your feelings,’ he said.
‘What do you think?’ I asked. ‘Do I dress too slutty for you?’
He blushed and fidgeted in his chair. He didn’t say anything but his eyes travelled from my face, to my lips, down to my tits.
‘She’s jealous then?’ I asked him.
He smirked and put his head down. ‘I love my wife, but it’s difficult when we’re fighting and you’re wearing all this revealing clothing around me, and she hasn’t let me sleep in the same bed for weeks. She says I need to respect her.’
The plan had worked. Now was my chance. I leant in and put my mouth on his, kissing him lightly on the mouth. In shock, he pulled back but didn’t get off the chair.
‘But you’re Amy’s best friend,’ he said, confusion and panic written all over his face. Did he really not know how she used to treat me? I thought.
‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,’ I said. ‘Please don’t say anything to her,’ I said, feigning upset that I might lose her as a friend. ‘I’m such an idiot,’ I said. I hid my face in my hands and turned on the waterworks.
Paul softened immediately, bringing me into a hug, my head on his chest.
‘I’m flattered,’ he said. ‘And if I was single you wouldn’t have to ask twice,’ he said.
It was now or never. He couldn’t just say that and not expect me to react. My pussy was aching for him, I was so horny to be fucked.
Before he could react I went in for another kiss, and this time I met no resistance. Our mouths opened and for the first time, his tongue massaged mine. We kissed greedily and passionately unable to help ourselves.
A wave of excitement hit me as I got off my chair, parted my legs and got onto his lap, our mouths not leaving each other. I started to grind my pussy against him and nearly cum when I felt his thick, hard cock shaft rubbing against me through the fabric of his jeans.
Our mouths parted and I stayed on top of him, looking into his eyes.
‘I want you to fuck me,’ I whispered.
Suddenly the expression on his face changed from lust to what looked like anger. He lifted me off him, his huge arms making me feel tiny in comparison as he lifted me onto the seat next to him. Without saying a word he got up and headed off to the door to the living quarters with his wife.
I’d messed up. I’d come on too strong.
He grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it inwards towards him, blocking out the light from the passage and leaving us in the bar together. He locked the door and walked toward me.
‘You want me to fuck you?’ He asked, grabbing his cock through his jeans as he walked towards me, a cheeky glint in his eye and a smile on his face. ‘What colour panties are you wearing for me tonight?’ He whispered.
I lifted my skirt. They were red this time. Laced, and barely covering my soaking fuckhole. ‘Do you like them?’ I asked.
Without saying a word he pulled me in and passionately kissed me again. I couldn’t believe how strong he was but I loved how rough he was being. He lifted my skirt and slapped my bare arse cheek. ‘You’re a bad girl,’ he said. ‘Is this what you wanted all along?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I want you to fuck me like I’m a little slut,’ I said.
He pushed me back onto one of the tables and lifted my legs in the air, my cunt only inches away from his face.
‘I love these panties,’ he said as he pulled them off me, the crotch sticking loosely to my juiced-up hole. He threw them behind him and started to kiss the inside of my leg, leading his mouth closer and closer to my bare hole.
He briefly lifted his head up and looked at me, with a serious look on his face. ‘You can’t mention this to anyone. It’s our secret,’ he said.
‘I promise,’ I began to say, but before I had the chance his tongue was flicking my clit. He pulled my pussy onto his tongue and I covered my mouth to stop from crying out at the deep pleasure I felt as he tongue-fucked my pussy.
‘Oh my god,’ I gasped, as I clutched the table. ‘That feels so fucking good,’ I said.
‘You have a beautiful hole,’ he whispered as he stood up. He unbuckled his jeans and let them drop to the floor. His cock bulged inside his briefs and as he pulled them down, it sprang up, a long thread of pre-cum dripping from his beautiful eight-inch married pole.
Without saying another word he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. His cock found its way between my pussy lips and I gasped as my hole fed its way onto every inch of his cock shaft. It felt amazing, and he moaned with pleasure, feeling my fuck chute for the first time. The first new hole he’d had since Amy.
‘You’re so fucking tight,’ he moaned as he began to slowly slide in and out of my soaking cunt.
‘Do you like this new pussy?’ I gasped.
‘It’s exactly what my cock’s needed this past four years,’ he moaned, gathering pace as he worked his cock in and out of me.
‘Fuck me harder,’ I gasped. ‘Make me your little fuck slut.’ I couldn’t believe how filthy I was being, my hatred of Amy and my lust for her husband making me lose myself in the moment.
He fucked me hard now, pounding my pussy, my big tits bouncing as he fucked me how he liked. He gasped, ‘I’m going to cum.’ With that, he shot a load of his spunk into my homewrecking cunt. At the same time, I came all over his married cock, our forbidden fuck juices finding each other. We were gasping now, our eyes locked onto each other. He leaned in for a final kiss and I could taste my fuck juice on his lips.
‘That was amazing,’ I whispered, and it was.
He pulled his still semi-erect cock out of my hole and our juices leaked out of my pussy and onto the table. He was still panting, lust in his eyes.
‘I think you’ve taken every drop of cum from me,’ he laughed. Bringing his finger to his mouth in a shushing gesture. ‘Remember, not a word to anyone.’
I kissed him on the lips. ‘It’s our secret,’ I said. And it was going to be… for now…