I had been looking forward to the New Year's Eve party at our local public house in the village for some time; we had ordered a taxi to take us there and return us later so my husband could have a drink too. I got myself made up; nothing short on tonight, far too cold out. We arrived around 9 pm and saw the regular crowd who had descended en masse to the local. They lived mostly in the village, so they did not have to worry about Taxis

The local was packed out on New Year's Eve, our friend was running the music, and the place was buzzing. We found a place at the rear of the lounge, right near the log fire, and were enjoying the craziness which was going on.

I had a couple of glasses of white wine quite quickly, which was unusual for me, and I’m not a big drinker, so of course it had gone straight to my head. I had a reasonably long, flowing skirt on, a brown top, stockings, suspenders, and a low-cut bra, but it was chilly out, so I didn't wear a low-cut top.

It was crowded, and I stood away from the fire a little, as it was hot; the lights were turned off in our part of the pub, and my hubby was standing over in the corner, chatting to his pool teammates. And laughing.

I knew the guy who was standing behind me; we had all drunk together before, his name being Dave, and I knew he had a thing for me, having whispered in my ear previously about how he would love to ravish me given half a chance.

I always treated it as a joke, but how wrong I was. That night, he had been drinking a fair bit before we got there.

"God, you look so sexy as usual," he whispered into my ear as he stood close behind me, waiting to be served, leaning in.

Then, without any issues, I felt a hand on my waist. I said, "Thank you, kind sir," and he patted my behind with his other hand, leaving it there.

Because of the wine and the circumstances, I was now starting to feel a little aroused.

He began rubbing my butt through my flimsy skirt, guiding his hand up and down so that no one in the packed, dimly lit lounge could see.

He then started to hitch the rear up, and I felt his hand going up the rear to my lace panties, his fingers getting underneath the elastic and putting his hand on my bare arse. I must admit, I was beginning to get turned on.

I stood stock still as his hand explored my arse, rubbing his fingers between my cheeks, and then stretching down under to my wet pussy.

His hand was feeling my cunt, rubbing it.

I didn’t want the rest of the locals to see this happening. Certainly did not want to get barred from our favourite watering hole, so I whispered to him, "Dave, behave yourself." "I want you," he muttered.

I quickly put my hand around the back and grabbed his arm and pulled it away. "Not here; let's go somewhere quiet."

I glanced over to Ken, who was still laughing with his mates; they had been joined by a couple of women, one of whom had large breasts, and I could see his eyes feasting on them.

I escorted Dave into the nearby restaurant, which was shut down for the evening. The doors were unlocked. We went through the doors; it was pleasant and dark.

"So, okay, big brave man, you got me here; what are you going to do about it?" I asked Dave. "You will see cock teaser," he muttered.

He pulled me against the wall and started to kiss me roughly. I gave him a passionate kiss in return. He put his hands under my blouse and started to undo my bra, which came off with a little bit of help from me.

His mouth found my nipples and started to suck them hard; that always turns me on. I quickly undid his belt because I could feel his stiff cock straining in his jeans.

I pulled his jockeys down and dropped to my knees, grabbing his stiff member.

I started to lick his helmet, flicking my tongue around it, licking his length, running up and down. I began working on his balls by sucking them in my mouth after he grabbed my hair and shoved me into his groin.

After that, he dragged me to one of the restaurant's tables, leaned me over, and pulled my panties down while raising my skirt.

His rigid cock was prodding my butt, so I reached around and led him into my soaking cunt; he pushed hard, and I felt him enter me.

It felt wonderful; he was bigger than Ken, and I was loving that. Fortunately, I yelled, "Fuck me hard, bastard," as he fucked me hard against the wall-mounted table.

He was certainly trying, his hands grabbing my tits and pinching my nipples.

I could sense my orgasm coming as I pressed back against him. I came hard, screaming, hoping no one else could hear, though the music was loud, so I was safe; he was pumping hard now, grabbing my tits, squeezing them.

I could feel him starting to twitch inside my pussy, and sure enough, he shot his hot cum into me. I shuddered and had another orgasm as it flooded my pussy.

He pulled out after a while, and I dropped to my knees and licked his helmet clean; it smelt of sex, a wonderful smell.

I carried on sucking his shrinking cock, tasting his balls that were now sweaty. I sucked and sucked on his cock till he had to push my head away.

I had enjoyed this naughty session. We kissed passionately, and he said, "Wendy, that was the best fuck I have had for a long time. Thank you, darling."

I answered, "I enjoyed it too, Dave." Although I was unaware of how much you liked me, I had a feeling that you did.

We kissed again and quietly made our way back inside. I looked over, and Ken had the girl with the large chest sitting on his lap in the corner.

He appeared embarrassed when I approached, but I reassured him, saying, "Darling, it's okay; have fun; it is New Year's Eve."

"Ok, I will," he said.

At the bar, I had another drink and left him in the corner to watch.

When Dave joined me and put his arm around my waist, I turned to see Ken kissing the woman. I did not mind because, after what I had been up to, how could I?

Dave said, "Perhaps we can continue our fun sometime."

I said, "Sure, why not? I enjoyed the size of his cock in me."

We left later, got into our taxi, and drove home.

I had some incredible sex and rang in the New Year with a bang, so I did not mind that Ken fell asleep on the couch when we got home.

Knowing I was sure to see Dave again pretty soon.

Wendy.