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It was a quiet Friday afternoon and since my son was spending the night with my mother, my husband and I decided to go out and shoot some pool. We had done it in the past and it was usually a fun night whenever we did. Normally, I would dress a little sexier, and we would head out to enjoy ourselves. We would shoot pool, and my husband would love watching me bend over the pool table, as it would turn him on like crazy. I would also get hit on by younger guys and I knew that it turned my husband on as well. He always fantasized about me getting fucked by someone else. At the end of the night, we would go home and fuck each other silly. Some nights, we didn't even make home, as we were so horny, we would pull over on the side of the road and get it on, so I was looking forward to that happening again.

After showering, I threw on a pair of tights without any panties along with a tank top that showed a bit of cleavage. My husband loved it, and I knew he would look forward to tearing it off later in the evening. After getting dressed, I headed down to the basement to have a drink so that I could start loosening up already while my husband was taking a shower.

Once he was all set, we headed over to the pool all, which was only a few minutes away and made our way inside.

The place was packed already when we arrived, with a mixed crowd. It was a pretty big place, with about 20 pool tables scattered about, along with a small dance area, a bar and a few tables to eat at.

After paying for a table, we made our way and had been given a table in the back corner of the place. I set up the table, while my husband went to the bar to grab us a couple of beers. He returned a few minutes later, and we began to play. We did this for a bit and while doing so, I had a couple of beers and was feeling great. I was going through my routine, of flirting with my husband, while bending over the table with each shot, I took.

After a couple of hours, the place was completely packed as we continued to play. While doing so, we heard a couple of voices and looked over to see three college aged guys, standing at the foot of the table. My husband asked was up, and they were inquiring about joining us because the place was packed and there weren't any tables available. Feeling the effects from the couple of beers that I had already consumed, I blurted out, for them to join us, without really thinking it through. I don't know if my husband was as thrilled, but he went along with it anyway. The guys quickly introduced themselves, and we began to set up a new game, as one of them went over to the bar, and bought another round of beer for everyone.

We began to play and split into teams. As we played, and continued drinking, the guys became extremely friendly. I'm pretty sure they were enjoying me bending over the table whenever I took my shot, as their eyes were glued to me. Slowly, as everyone loosened up, the guys began to playfully flirt and hit on me. They also playfully got very close to me and helped me whenever it was my turn to take the shot. I loved the attention, and I knew my husband enjoyed it as well. Like I said, he loved watching guys hitting on me. This took place for quite a while, and I was enjoying the guy’s company at this point, and all the flirting and compliments were turning me on. I'm sure the beer had something to do with it as well, but I didn't care as I felt great at that moment.

After a while, I was feeling pretty good and we had just wrapped up one of the games when someone in the place put a song on the jukebox that I loved. I began to dance by the pool table, and when I did, one of the guys whose name was Tommy, suggested we go over to the dance area. I looked at my husband and he shrugged his shoulders, while telling me to go and have some fun. With that, I took Tommy by the hand, and we went across to the other side of the building where the dance floor was while Tommy's friends stayed behind and started a new again but my husband.

Once on the dance floor, Tommy held me close and the two of us began to dance. It immediately felt intimate and I enjoyed it. It felt good to be held tight in the arms of a younger man. As we danced, one song turned into a couple, and I noticed that Tommy's hands were slowly inching their way down my back. I felt great and made no effort to stop

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