Evie's Exciting Evening

It was the last night of an amazing two weeks; I had been travelling around Japan with my husband, Chris. We had toured extensively with a hectic and exhausting schedule. On our final evening in Osaka, we spent some time organising ourselves: checking in for our flight online, making sure we hadn't lost our passports and packing our bulging suitcases with the extras we had bought whilst we were there. I was desperate to go out for a last night of fun before the long flight home, but Chris just wanted to relax in the hotel.

I had showered and was putting on the dress I had bought that day ready to enjoy the last few hours of fun in such an amazing country. Since turning 45, I had promised myself I would try new things and take up opportunities that came my way. This trip to Japan was a new adventure for both of us and it had opened my mind to exploring and living life to the full. The neon lights of Osaka were irresistible to me and the thrill of yet undiscovered experiences beckoned me from around every corner.

'Come on!' I said to Chris, as I looked out of the window of our 13th floor hotel room, 'it will be fun, I've read about this area, there are some amazing bars near here.'

But Chris was not convinced.

'We've been to lots of bars and spent a fortune over the last two weeks. I've got to squeeze all of your shopping from that fancy department store into our cases!'

He said with a dramatic wave of his arm across the bed strewn with my new clothes.

'We haven't spent that much and the exchange rate is really good,' I said defensively.

'When I've finished here, I just want to get a beer in the bar and have an early night with the book I started on the plane. I haven't had a chance to read it since we've been here.'

I sighed and felt my shoulders sag with frustration. There was no way I was staying in the hotel for the evening.

'I've read about an amazing secret bar, they can make any cocktail you ask for, they don't even have a menu!' I carried on. 'I want to write a review of it for Janet's travel website, she needs some more unusual places... I'm happy to go on my own.'

'Not that much of a secret if you've read about it,' Chris said with a laugh, 'It's safe enough here I suppose, are you sure you don't mind going on your own?' He continued thoughtfully.

The draw of a quiet evening without my chatter was clearly appealing to him more than he wanted to admit out loud.

'I don't mind at all. You don't need to look after me every minute of the day.'

To be truthful, after being together for two weeks, I felt like I needed a bit of space. As much as I love my husband, we were not used to being together 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

'All right then, if you don't mind going on your own. You look lovely by the way.'

'Thank you. See you later,' I said as I zipped up my boots and grabbed my coat and bag. I was out of that door before he had time to change his mind.

The door slammed behind me and with my limited sense of direction and the help of google maps, I was on my way. I typed the name of the bar into my phone as the lift took me down to the lobby.

At first, it felt slightly strange to be marching down the frenetic pavements of Osaka on my own, without the reassurance of Chris's hand holding mine. He was always by my side, but it could sometimes feel suffocating.

Instead, my hand was clasped tightly around the zip of my handbag as I protected myself from pick pockets and tried not to look like a tourist who didn't know where she was going.

The bar was only a ten minute walk from our hotel and my phone soon showed I was in the vicinity. After a few minutes of walking up and down and around the corner of the street I felt slightly stressed. I couldn't see the entrance to the bar or even anywhere that looked like a bar. After a bit of googling I realised the secret bar didn't have an obvious entrance, it had a logo on a shared door and was on the 5th floor of a slightly shady looking building. It really was a secret bar! Someone had helpfully uploaded a photo of the door with their review and to my delight, I was standing just a couple of metres from it.

Feeling pleased with myself for not getting lost, I pushed the heavy door to the building. There was a dingy vestibule with a lift showing the logo of the bar on floor 5. I called the lift and up I went. When the door opened, it revealed a draughty threshold with a very low door frame. I bent down, ducking under it and into the dark entrance. The welcoming warmth and low hum of voices of Bar Nayuta awaited. It was tiny, with wooden benches around the edge and one small table with two leather armchairs at one end of the bar. The table was occupied by a couple around my age and bar stools followed the arc of the bar. Tea lights which were quirkily housed in various broken glasses flickered on the bar, softly lighting the faces of the customers. The three young bar tenders shook cocktail shakers and chatted to the intimate crowd. I soon realised that most of the bar stools were occupied by young men in their twenties.

A few of the customers turned and looked in my direction, a couple of young men looked me up and down. One in particular allowed his gaze to linger on me and grinned. This made me smile. After being with Chris for so long, I longed for a bit of excitement and secretly fantasised about the thrill of an illicit liaison. Could this be my opportunity for some fun? The atmosphere certainly leant itself to dark deeds. This handsome young man could be just the treat I needed to cheer myself up at the end of a holiday. We had met lots of Australian tourists on our trip, but I could hear American accents.

'Good evening! A seat at the bar?' One of the trendy Japanese barmen asked me, gesturing towards an empty stool. It happened to be next to the confident young man whose eyes studied me just a moment ago.

'Yes please,' I replied and climbed onto the tall stool, greeted by a beaming smile from my neighbour. He had short dark hair, lively blue eyes that sparkled in the candle light and a well kempt beard. His muscular body and thick thighs took up a fair bit of space at the bar.

'Hi! I'm Kyle,' he said and offered me his large, warm hand to shake, which I gladly accepted. His confidence and firm handshake endeared him to me straight away.

'Evie. And I knew this place wouldn't disappoint.'

'Good to meet you Evie and I love the sexy British accent. What are you doing here on your own?' He asked.

'My husband didn't want to come out tonight and it's our last night in Japan so I didn't want to waste it in the hotel,' I said truthfully, but then felt embarrassed as I didn't want to appear middle aged.

'If I had a wife like you, I wouldn't let her out alone...' Kyle started as the bar tender tried to get my attention.

'What would you like to drink? We can make anything you like,' he said proudly.

'French 75 please.'

'Coming right up!'

'How many cocktails have you had, Kyle? I'm a lot older than you!' I said, secretly feeling extremely flattered and more than a bit excited.

'Just two and I mean it, you are beautiful and I've always liked experienced women,' he engaged me with his compliments and I wanted more.

We chatted for a few minutes, Kyle was here with his college football team and had been in Osaka for a couple of days.

After a few more minutes of flirting on both parts, I felt Kyle's hand tentatively touch my knee and heat enveloped me. My pussy responded immediately and I jumped as the bar tender interrupted our moment.

'One French 75!' he announced and set my glass down in front of me.

'Thank you,' I replied and smiled, the citrus aroma was already making my mouth water.

'The last night of any vacation should be memorable,' Kyle said softly and I looked down at his hand on my knee.

I took a hefty sip of my drink and returned my gaze to him. With a coy smile and a subtle raise of my eyebrow, my consent was given. As he looked into my eyes, I felt his hand toy with the hem of my dress and I angled my legs towards him so mine were touching his and I casually leaned my elbows against the bar top. I opened my legs slightly, the feeling of my legs against his huge thighs was exhilarating.

'I've got to leave soon with my group, but I can't leave you untouched, I'd regret it forever,' he purred into my ear, his voice as rich as melted chocolate.

I helpfully hitched my dress up around the top of my thighs, the ledge of the bar provided privacy.

He leaned his arm across me further, his thick fingers pushed their way up my thighs, past the lacy top of my stockings. I knew he would find my panties were soaked.

'Fuck. Stockings, you really are a treat,' he said with a grin and then he reached the top of my legs. 'Soaking wet, so sexy.'

He skilfully hooked my panties to the side and slid two fingers between my labia.

'Omg, you have a bush, too many shaved pussies these days. I love a bush.'

I sipped my cocktail as his fingers delved inside me and his thumb worked my swollen clit. As he rhythmically pleasured me, I resisted the urge to rock on his fingers and luckily my moans were covered by the voices around me. I could see Kyle's friends deep in conversation, unaware that Kyle's fingers were deep inside my soaked cunt. Knowing this was too much of a turn on and, before long, I could feel pleasure build inside me and I knew I was about to cum. Kyle sensed it too and leaned in closer to me.

'You feel amazing, so silky. Cum for me, Evie,' he whispered and as the words left his mouth I bit my cheeks to stop myself crying out as an intense orgasm coursed through me. As my cunt clenched his fingers, I heard someone call Kyle's name.

'Kyle, come on! We're going, we'll miss our reservation,' shouted his friend and to my disappointment, after a few more delicious seconds, he slowly pulled his fingers from me.

The bar was nearly empty now as Kyle's group had almost filled it.

He licked my juices from his fingers.

'You taste amazing and I wish more than anything you could return the favour, but with a raging boner to conceal, I have to leave,' he said quietly and kissed me on the cheek.

'Goodbye, Evie. I won't forget tonight.'

'Thank you, Kyle,' was all I could say.

I adjusted my dress and watched with disbelief as Kyle took his hoody off and held it casually in front of his cock; a cock I would now never get to enjoy. He casually left the bar, joshing with his friends like nothing had happened.

'It's freezing out there dude and you've taken your hoody off!' I heard one of his friends say incredulously.

Deflated but also delighted with the attention I had received, I picked up my glass and started to sip my drink. Turning to my right, I could see the couple I'd noticed on my way in sitting in the armchairs either side of the small table. They smiled knowingly at me and raised their glasses to me with a wink. It was then that I realised that from their low level table, they could see under the ledge of the bar. As Kyle was on the second stool in from the end, they probably saw me enjoying his amazing fingering skills.

I smiled back, blushing slightly and I drained my glass. As I did so, another French 75 appeared on the bar in front of me.

'From the couple over there,' the bar tender said, nodding in the direction of the man and woman who were still looking at me.

'Oh...thank you,' I smiled and they stood up and came over to me.

'I see you're having a good evening so far,' the man said. He was handsome and tall with grey hair and deep, brown eyes.

'You saw? Oh... well yes, I was but it was rudely interrupted by an impending dinner reservation,' I laughed.

'We saw them leave, taking your new friend with you. That was bad luck,' the woman said cheekily. She was petite with short, blonde hair and mischievous green eyes.

'I'm Susan and this is Austin, our hotel is just around the corner...' her voice trailing, allowing time to read my reaction.

We chatted for a few minutes while we drank our drinks. Austin and Susan told me that they often enjoyed playing with other people and watching Kyle pleasuring me at the bar had got them in the mood for some fun.

My thoughts turned to Chris back at our hotel and I knew what my answer should be, but life is short. My all to brief interlude with Kyle had whetted my appetite and I couldn't say no.

'Take me now, before I change my mind,' I said and followed Susan and Austin to the pay desk, where we paid for our drinks.

As we walked briskly to their hotel, Susan explained it was also the last night of their trip and they were flying back to New Zealand the next day.

I felt excited but a little daunted. I wanted to have fun but tonight was turning into a night of firsts for me and they were coming thick and fast. Being fingered by Kyle was a fantasy come true and I'd always been curious about a threesome. Though I had no idea what was expected of me.

We arrived at the hotel and I knew I couldn't stay for too long because Chris would start to worry. As the door to the room shut, I took my coat off and waited to follow Austin and Susan's lead. They started kissing and taking each other's clothes off. Before long, they were naked, kneeling on the bed and they beckoned me over.

'Don't be shy, take your clothes off, we'd love to see you,' Austin encouraged and I saw his impressive cock was stiff and Susan was stroking it.

The erotic sight before me turned me on. They were a handsome couple and seeing Susan's pert breasts with their hard nipples aroused me more than I expected. I had no sexual experience with a woman but I suddenly knew I wanted to gain some.

I hurriedly unzipped my boots and took my dress and bra off.

'Leave the stockings and suspenders on,' Austin said with a grin.

'I will.'

I took off my panties and moved to the bed and knelt next to them. Susan slid her hand between my legs and connected with my still soaked slit, her tiny hands a contrast to Kyle's manly fingers. I slowly lifted my hand to her breast and rolled her nipple between my thumb and fore finger. Austin leaned in and took my nipple in his mouth. My breasts were a lot bigger than his wife's and he squeezed my other breast while sucked my nipple, moaning his approval.

'Fantastic tits,' he murmured and Susan laughed.

'He always was a bit disappointed with my small offerings,' she said as her fingers played with me.

'You have an amazing body,' I gasped and she took my hand and placed it between her legs. Her shaved pussy was wet too and Austin looked on as I touched his wife nervously.

'Have you ever wanted to lick a woman, Evie?' Austin asked, pre cum now oozing from the tip of his cock.

'Yes,' I said shyly and Susan let go of Austin's cock and leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and her tongue, with the faint taste of alcohol, danced with mine. Her hands caressed my hips and suspenders.

Next, Susan lay back on the bed and opened her legs wide.

'Taste me, Evie. Please.'

It felt like the most natural thing in the world for me to lean in and put my head between Susan's slim thighs.

I ran my fingers softly between her labia and flicked my tongue over her clit lightly at first. She moaned and I licked her more firmly, my tongue exploring her wetness and engorged clit. I alternated between long laps with my tongue flat and light licks with the tip of my tongue on her most sensitive place. I slowly pushed two fingers inside her and her hips bucked.

'Fuck, Evie! Are you sure this is your first time?'

'Yes, but I've received a lot,' I said with a laugh as I worked her with my fingers.

Austin watched and moving towards Susan's head he offered her his cock which she gladly sucked while I pleasured her. Before long Susan started to moan and l felt her cunt clench my fingers as she flooded my face with her juices. I licked and lapped and drank down her juices. As she came, her breathing now ragged, Austin's cock was in his hand as he excitedly watched us and stroked himself.

Susan's orgasm subsided and her breathing returned to normal.

'I didn't expect to enjoy that so much,' I said as I wiped my lips with my hand.

'I'd love Susan to watch us fuck, if that's what you would like?' Austin said as he played with my breasts again.

'I'd like that very much.'

'Kneel on the bed, I want to take you from behind.'

I happily obliged and Susan sat beside us and watched as Austin held my hips and slid his throbbing cock into me. I gasped at his size and his thighs pushed against mine, pushing my legs apart as he stretched me. He groaned as he found his rhythm and pounded me faster and faster. It was as much as I could do to steady myself and keep my position on the bed. It was raw, intense, relentless fucking. I could feel my climax building and Susan's eyes were like saucers as she watched us.

As my cunt gripped Austin's cock I came hard and before long, he started to moan as his orgasm built and finally with a series of loud grunts, his cock pulsed inside me and he filled me with jets of cum as he pulled me against him filling me.

When he withdrew, I collapsed on the bed, panting as Austin's cum trickled out of me.

'Thank you, Evie,' he said as he sat back, gasping, 'I wanted to do that to you as soon as I saw you orgasm in that bar.'

'It was amazing, thank you. I really need to go now, but I must just use your bathroom please.'

I clambered off the bed and grabbed my clothes from the floor. I wondered how I was going to make myself presentable to go back to Chris. My legs were like jelly and I reeked of sex.

I wiped myself down, washed my face, rubbed some toothpaste around my gums and hurriedly dressed. Feelings of guilt and shame crept into my head as the rush of endorphins subsided.

When I returned to the bedroom, Austin and Susan were wrapped in dressing gowns lying back against the headboard.

'I hope you enjoyed that as much as we did,' Susan said with a satisfied smile.

'I definitely did, thank you and safe travels home tomorrow,' I said and cringed at my corniness as I picked my handbag and coat up and left.

I hurried through the busy streets back to my hotel and Chris. 'Safe travels tomorrow,' I said to myself and laughed. Although I fantasised about all kinds of sexual encounters daily, I never thought I would experience any of them for real. And now I had enjoyed sex with three people who were not my husband.

*****

'You're later than I expected, how was the bar?' Chris said, putting his book down on the bedside table.

'Oh the bar was great, thanks. I got chatting to some other customers and the time flew by. I'm just having a quick shower.'

'Another one?' I heard Chris say.

I was closing the bathroom door behind me before Chris had time to ask any more questions. I scrubbed my teeth and showered carefully, washing away my deceit with the fragrant bubbles. When I returned to the bedroom, Chris was reading again.

'Was the famous secret bar exciting enough for a review for Janet's website?' He asked without looking up.

'Oh yes, the bar was very exciting,' I replied without elaborating.

As I climbed into bed next to him, I lay on my side with my back to him and pretended to fall asleep straight away.

The End