"Do you want me to stay behind when we close tonight?" thirty-eight-year-old barman Steve Jefferson asked pub landlady Debbie Hammond.
"What for?" responded fifty-eight-year-old Debbie, although she knew very well what for.
"You know what for, to give you a fucking," said Steve.
The barman had fucked Debbie several times over the last couple of years, he was quite good at it but Debbie always thought that he was more interested in his pleasure than hers. The reason that he was suggesting it now was that it was to be the last of three consecutive nights that Debbie's husband would be away. Steve had offered to fuck her the first night, but she said that she was tired, and he was not working the second night, so Debbie knew that the question was coming.
Debbie had actually been very well fucked the last two nights by twenty-year-old Chris O'Brien, who had come into the pub by chance the first night that Debbie's husband was away, and the plan was for her and Chris to fuck again this night.
Debbie had to find a way to say no to Steve, but the 'too tired' excuse might not suffice.
"Thanks for the offer Steve, but no thanks," replied Debbie, hoping but not expecting that that would be accepted.
"Why not? I thought you liked me fucking you," replied Steve.
"I do, and we will fuck another time, but not tonight," said Debbie.
"Is someone else fucking you?" responded Steve.
"Leave it, Steve, please; just accept no for tonight," said Debbie.
"There is someone else, who is fucking you, Debbie?" pressed Steve.
"Even if there was, it is none of your business; you could just go home to your wife," said Debbie, not liking the grilling.
"Does your husband know that you fuck around?" snapped Steve.
"Does your wife know that you do?" replied Debbie.
"Bitch," said Steve, annoyed at the rejection.
"Do you think that you should talk to your boss like that?" asked Debbie.
Steve almost told her to fuck off, but he needed the job, "Sorry," was his response.
"Okay, let's forget this conversation ever happened," replied Debbie, not wanting her barman walking out on her.
"Okay," said Steve, still indignant about his offer of a fuck being rejected.
The atmosphere was strained between Debbie and Steve as they worked in the pub, but nothing further was said. Debbie was now concerned that Steve might hang around at pub closing time, she had arranged for Chris to come to the back door but Steve could make things difficult.
She did not want to cancel her planned fuck with Chris, but she did not want Steve still in the vicinity when Chris turned up.
Debbie decided that she had better phone Chris and warn him about possible complications.
"Hey baby, Steve the barman offered to stay behind and give me a seeing to, and did not take too kindly to being rejected," said Debbie.
"Oh, what did you say to him?" replied Chris.
"I just tried saying no thanks, but he did not accept that and accused me of fucking someone else," said Debbie.
"Well, you are," said Chris.
"Yeah, and fucking wonderful he is too, but I could not tell Steve that," responded Debbie.
"So what are you saying?" said Chris.
"Just warning you that I do not know if Steve will hang around at pub closing time to see who my lover is," replied Debbie.
"Are you saying to cancel?" asked a concerned Chris.
"I hope not, but it depends on what Steve does," answered Debbie.
"I hope not too, sex with you is wonderful," said Chris.
"You be at the back of the pub at closing time, and I will let you know, but we will have to be careful," said Debbie.
"Okay," said Chris.
Steve had been thinking of hanging around to make things awkward for Debbie, he had also been studying every male that came into the pub suspiciously, wondering if they were there to fuck the landlady.
As the evening went on, Steve started to realise that Debbie was right, and it was none of his business. If someone else was fucking her he was jealous, but it was nothing to do with him.
"I am sorry about earlier, are we still friends?" Steve said to Debbie, during a quiet moment behind the bar.
"Yes, Steve, we are still friends and I am sorry how I reacted," replied Debbie, relieved if that meant that her barman would not be hanging around after hours.
"Another time, maybe," said Steve.
"Ha, you never know your luck," replied Debbie, the conversation was ended by a customer coming to the bar.
The rest of the evening passed, and Debbie called last orders and then time, and the customers left, none of them apparently getting any after-hours bedroom service.
"Good night Debbie," said Steve, the clearing up done.
"Good night Steve, give us a kiss," replied Debbie.
"Not changing your mind, are you?" asked Steve.
"No, just an until next time kiss," said Debbie, putting her lips to Steve's.
Steve returned the kiss passionately, and his hand went onto Debbie's arse.
"Whoa there, steady boy," said Debbie, pushing Steve away, but not roughly.
"Sorry, you are so hot," replied Steve.
"Another time honey, I promise," said Debbie, and she meant it.
"I will look forward to it, good night," said Steve, going out of the front door.
Debbie locked up and watched him through the window, hoping that he did not go around the back of the pub. Steve walked off, away from the pub, so Debbie was confident that he was not checking up on her.
Debbie went to the back door, she knew that Chris should be there although he was probably wary of Steve.
"Chris?" said Debbie, having opened the door.
"Yeah, here," said Chris, from the shadows in the backyard.
"It is okay, baby, Steve has gone," said Debbie.
"Good," said Chris, coming into the light, and getting dragged indoors by Debbie.
"Let's go fuck," said Debbie.
"Good idea; was it difficult with your barman?" said Chris.
"At first, but I think that we reached an agreement," replied Debbie, as they went upstairs.
"I had better not ask what the agreement was," said Chris, who was already becoming jealous of Debbie's husband or anyone else that went to bed with her.
"All you need to think about is you and me and now, baby," said Debbie, undoing Chris's jeans now that they were in the bedroom.
"Yep, concentrate on another great fuck," replied Chris, undoing Debbie's blouse.
"I want to suck your cock, baby," said Debbie, dropping to her knees and pulling down Chris's jeans and boxers as she did so.
She took his erection into her mouth and put her lips and tongue to work on its length.
"Oh fuck, Debbie, get on the bed, I want to lick you," said Chris, his hand on Debbie's head.
"Okay, babe, sixty-nine," said Debbie, scrambling to her feet and removing her skirt and knickers.
Chris got out of his jeans and boxers, he also removed his shirt. Debbie took off her blouse and bra.
"Get on your back, baby," said a highly aroused Debbie.