Good Vibrations Magazine

I’d been going out with Matt for about three months. I’ve always found monogamy a bit of a challenge but when it came to satisfying my sexual needs Matt was doing pretty well. We’d met at a Salsa class – I love dancing – and we just kind of clicked the first time we danced together. We both enjoyed a busy social life, and still went dancing together twice a week. Matt liked going out with his mates and I liked my girl’s nights out but we made sure that we spent most weekends together, much of it in bed. Anyway, on this particular Saturday, Matt had arranged for us to go out to a local wine bar to meet up with Adrian, a mate of his who had just come back from working in Germany. “Ade and I go back a long way,” he’d told me. “So I hope you two get along.”

The bar was a trendy upmarket place on the far side of town so I decided to dress up a bit, opting for a short flared black skirt and a pretty stretchy top that emphasized my figure. It was a warm evening so I left my tanned legs bare and put on high heeled open toed shoes that revealed my scarlet-painted toes. I tied back my unruly blond hair with a red ribbon to match.

I could tell from the look on Matt’s face that he approved. I had the feeling he wanted to show me off tonight and I was happy to oblige. The thought of what we’d do to each other when we got back to my flat later on kept me tingling with anticipation and I began to hope we wouldn’t spend the whole evening chatting to this Adrian.

“There he is,” said Matt as we walked in holding hands. He wasn’t what I expected from Matt’s description. Older than Matt, in his early forties, balding, stocky, wearing a smart business suit with a crisp white shirt. He greeted Matt like a long-lost brother and then smiled politely as Matt introduced me, shaking my hand coolly. I almost felt like an intruder.

He paid for a round of drinks and then he and Matt launched into a long conversation reminiscing about their college days, their engineering apprenticeships, blah, blah, leaving me feeling bored and thoroughly excluded. By my second vodka and cranberry my smile was beginning to wear thin. I tried to join in from time to time, to no avail, and by my third drink, I began to fidget, moving into different positions on the hard wooden bar stool to show off my legs and cleavage, trying to get at least a bit of attention. Every now and then Matt patted me on the shoulder or squeezed my hand, but Adrian just glanced across at me with his cool grey eyes, as if I was part of the fixtures. I may as well not be here, I thought, picking up my bag and weaving my way to the loo.

The toilets were quite nice, the sort where they provide you with a box of tissues and nice little bowls of potpourri. I took out my lipstick and started to touch up my make-up in the mirror when the door opened – and in walked Adrian.

“What the hell -!” I started to say when he pushed me against the wall and covered my mouth with his. His breath smelt of whiskey, which I’ve always liked and despite my astonishment, the sensation of his tongue exploring my mouth, pushing against my teeth while his strong right hand pinned my wrists together above my head, I started to get turned on. Feeling me relax, he traced his tongue more gently along my lips, tasting me, and I realized that his left hand was already under my skirt, his fingers tugging at my black lacy thong.

So he had noticed me after all! I moaned softly as his fingers circled around my clit, my head swimming. I didn’t even think about Matt, waiting oblivious in the bar, although I wondered what would happen if someone walked in right now. Adrian was nibbling my neck, my shoulders and I pushed my hips forward into his rock hard groin, urging him to slide one, two, three fingers inside my gaping wet pussy.

Suddenly we heard the door swing and Adrian roughly pushed me into the nearest cubicle as a woman came in, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. Adrian flicked the lock, pushed the lid down on the toilet seat and sat down, and I sat facing him, my legs wide apart, straddling him, pushing my thong to one side to allow him entry. He had already unzipped his flies and his thick cock sprang out, its tips already glistening and ready. Lifting my hips, he lowered me down onto his waiting purple knob. I wanted to cry out but he clasped a hand over my mouth and the groan trembled in my throat. I had to restrain myself from moaning but it wasn’t easy, as he bounced me up and down while he moved his hips. The friction was delicious, and as soon as he began to stroke my clit while I was impaled on his hungry cock, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself coming. As I shuddered to violent orgasm he pressed his hand harder over my mouth to muffle the sounds that gurgled in my throat.

I heard the door slam and assumed the woman who had been present throughout, perhaps touching up her make-up, had left. Taking this as his cue, Adrian got to his feet, his hands around my waist, so we were still connected, and pushed me against the cubicle wall, thrusting hard and deep, screwing me as if his life depended on it, coming loudly and quickly. As soon as it was over, he zipped himself up, checked that the coast was clear and calmly walked out without saying a word.

Still trembling at what had happened, I combed my hair, retied the ribbon, and tidied myself up. How could I face Matt? I took a deep breath and walked out, trying to act as normally as possible.

“You were gone a long time,” Matt said.

“You know, women – always spend ages in the toilet. I can’t imagine what they must do in there,” added Adrian, leaning against the bar as if nothing had happened.

I blushed furiously but Matt seemed not to notice. We all had another drink (I needed to steady my nerves) and then Adrian said he had to go – something about an early morning meeting.

“We must do it again sometime,” said Matt.

In the car going home, I hardly said a word, I felt so guilty. Should I tell my boyfriend I’d cheated on him? As the car drew up to a set of traffic lights, Matt said casually, “Good fuck was it?

I was gobsmacked. I wriggled uncomfortably in my seat, my thong still wet.

“I know what Adrian’s like,” he continued. “And how randy you are.”

“You don’t mind?”

He laughed. “Mind? Figured you wouldn’t be able to resist his charms. In fact Ade and I had a bet on it.”

I wanted to thump him. But at least I didn’t have anything to feel guilty about. When we got back to the flat Matt and I fucked like rabbits and when he told me he’d already invited Adrian round next weekend for a threesome……well that’s another story.