Pink Panty Pulldown
By Dom

Each time Glenda (my wife) and I  went to a ballgame, we tried to
find a different little bar for our after game drinks.  We were
getting quite good at finding odd places with good food and drink.
We always managed to have a good time.  Our team had won today so we
were in a good mood to start with.  In fact, thanks to winning a
couple of drink bets at the game, we were already about three sheets
to the wind.  We had a bad case of the giggles and needed food badly
so we could sober up a bit before the long drive home.

As we rounded the corner, we saw a little corner tavern called "The
Horse's Ass".  It looked fairly clean and the parking lot was full
of very nice cars. Besides, with a name like that, we just had to
stop in.

We thought we had struck gold when we walked in.  The place was
clean as a whistle and the crowd (mostly male) was middle class
working for a living, but enjoying it.  The atmosphere was warm and
friendly and the tiny elevated dance floor was alive with bodies
moving to some great music.  Everyone waved and greeted us.  Looking
back, perhaps Glenda's miniskirt and cropped top had a little to do
with that.

The place was fairly crowded but one large booth had a couple of
empty seats and the guys insisted we join them instead of waiting
for a table.  "Hell man, that might take a hour or more!  Come on
and sit with us!"

As we slid into place, my wife's little skirt caught on a rough spot
in the bench and, for just a moment, slipped high enough for a
glimpse of her little pink panties.  Blushing, Glenda grabbed her
hem and yanked it down while the guys cheered and slapped me on the
back.  "Damn brother, she just might qualify!"

When they found out it was our first time in, they insisted on
buying the first round of drinks as we got to know each other.
Three rounds later, we still had not paid for anything.  We also
still did not have any food so the drinks were hitting us pretty
hard.

Just then, the jukebox popped up with Glenda's favorite song.  She
grabbed my arm and tried pulling me to the dance floor, but I was a
little too far gone to move much less dance.  My tipsy wife started
to pout a bit when one of the guys said, "If it's OK with hubby,
I'll dance with you."

Even in my condition I knew that she either got to dance or I was in
deep shit, so I just smiled and waved them on.

Glenda has always put on a bit of a show on the dance floor and she
really has some moves.  We were all watching as the heavy beat built
louder and louder and my wife moved to every note. Everyone on the
dance floor joined hands and started dancing in a small circle.
Every so often, they would bend very low and then practically leap
into the air.  That's when the guys in our booth all cheered the
loudest.

 At first, I didn't catch on and then I saw what was happening.
Each time Glenda bent down the with other dancers, her miniskirt
rose up in the back so that her ass was in plain view.  My wife's
pink bikini panties were very tiny and almost sheer enough to read
through.  All of her dancing had tucked them into the crack of her
ass so that it looked like she didn't have on a thing.  When they
jumped into the air with their hands over their heads, Glenda's
matching sheer bra also popped into view.

My wife was so worked up from the dancing and booze that she had no
idea what was going on - she just wanted to move to that beat!
Once, she twirled so fast that her skirt flipped up to waist high,
completely exposing my wife's panties.  They were sopping wet and so
transparent we could see every pussy hair and the hint of her twat.

Far from being embarrassed by the peep show, I enjoyed hearing my
new friends shout their approval.  

The music finally stopped for awhile and Glenda bounced over for
another drink.  As she came toward us, we could all tell that my
wife was really excited and enjoying herself - her nipples were so
hard they were about to poke through her little bra and crop top.
When she crawled into the booth, more than one pair of hands rubbed
against those little beauties and slid up her legs to grab a feel of
her dripping panties.  By the time she settled in next to me, she
was clearly in a high level of excitement.  This time, she didn't
bother to pull her skirt down so a couple of the guys had an eyeful
of my wife's cunt through those little pink panties.

One of them waved to the host/bartender and called him over.  "This
little gal is Glenda and that's her husband over there.  We've all
had a chance to check it out and we think she qualifies."

That was the second time tonight I had heard that "qualifying"
statement and I still had no idea what the hell they were talking
about.

About this time, one of the other guys leaned over to me, "He named
the bar after himself.  That guy is a real Horse's Ass!"

The host just laughed and said, "Guilty as Charged!  I got that
reputation because there are some things on my menu and bar that
only special patrons can even think about getting and then only if I
think they qualify!"

"Well now, Miss Glenda, your friends seem to think you just might be
the first one tonight to qualify.  Are you interested?"

My wife giggled at all of the attention. "What's the deal?" she
asked, not noticing or remembering that a few of us could see right
up her skirt to her little pussy.

"If you qualify, I pick up the tab for this entire booth - food,
drink, everything tonight and you and your wife get a month's worth
of booze and food!"

At that, we all started urging her on. "GO! GO! GO!"

I leaned over to her and slurred, "it sounds great to me, why don't
you check it out?"

THA (The Horse's Ass) held out his hand, "Won't you join me on the
dance floor for the first test?"

Glenda never misses a chance to dance, so she practically crawled
over a couple of the guys to get out of the booth.  That gave them a
great chance to cop another feel as they "helped" her to her feet.
I guess they thought I couldn't see one of them slide a hand under
her skirt and the other grab her tit.

The rest of the dancers cleared the area as THA walked my wife to
the dance floor.  I saw her tilt her head and giggle as he whispered
in her ear.  A signal to the dj started the music again.  This time,
it was a sexy latin beat and before we knew it, THA had my wife
twirling and dipping all over the dance floor.  Half the time, her
skirt flipped so high that the entire crowd could see right through
her sheer pink panties. Glenda was so turned on her pussy was
soaking through her panties and making a wet spot on her skirt.

THA spun my wife slowly to the floor and slid her across the stage
just as the last note sounded.  As she slid, her skirt slipped
higher and higher until it was just a bunch of cloth around her
waist.  As Glenda lay there catching her breath, the crowd went
wild.  THA finally helped my wife to her feet and she quickly
smoothed her little skirt back into place.

When the two of them returned to our booth, Glenda was pink from
dancing and, I suspect, from being really turned on.  We started to
order another round of drinks, but THA wouldn't hear of it. "Man,
your wife is one more HOT dancer!  She definitely passed the first
test and that gets you booze for the rest of the night!"

We hadn't noticed, but the crowd had thinned out a bit.  THA looked
around and laughed, "We're down to my MEMBERS ONLY group."  With
that, he walked over and locked the main door.  He had his head
waiter put a "private party" sign up and walked back to us, "Well,
now we can move on to the second test if both of you agree."

We were all having a great time and the rest of the crowd cheered as
my wife stood up and took a bow (giving our booth a great view of
her ass with her little panties tucked firmly between her cheeks).
THA leaned over and whispered in her ear again.  This time, my wife
visibly blushed and shook her head NO.

This time, the cheers turned to boos as she started to sit down.  I
asked, "What did he say?"  "Well, he said that he wanted me to dance
with him again to the same kind of music.  Only this time, he wants
to dance the lambada -- you know, that dance where you rub all over
each other."

I winked at her, "That's not much different than what you did last
time and I certainly would like a month of food and booze.  Aren't
you having a good time?  It looked like you were."

"I was having a great time, but he was getting a hard-on right out
there on the floor!  Can you imagine what he would be like if I was
rubbing all over him?"

We all laughed, "you think we didn't get hard watching you wiggle
your little ass all over the stage?  You were fantastic!"

My wife lowered her head a bit, "That's not all he wants.  He says
that this is a special crowd and they would like to see an even
hotter dance.  He wants me to take my bra off and tie my top just
under my tits. I'm only supposed to have one button fastened!"

I was so plastered that the idea sounded great to me and the other
guys in our booth pleaded with my wife to change her mind.  Fire was
dancing in her eyes when THA walked up again, "Last chance to go for
the second test!"

Glenda unbuttoned her top and turned to THA. "You want it off, you
take it off!"

He grinned as he reached out and spread her blouse open wide.  My
wife's tits were barely hidden by the sheer fabric and THA whistled
as he gently stroked a nipple through the fabric.  It immediately
popped to FULL attention and he began to play with the other nip.
Finally, THA slipped his hand in the front of my wife's bra and
ripped it away, tossing it to the feeding frenzy in the crowd.

He leaned over and ran his tongue over each of the nipples until my
wife was squirming in lustful pleasure.  He abruptly stopped,
loosely tied her blouse and led her back to the stage.  Judging from
the way those nipples popped up, my wife was hotter than I could
ever remember.

The music started again and THA spread my wife's legs and  pulled
her tightly against his leg.  The hypnotic music soon swept my drunk
wife away over the edge and she started humping his leg like a dog
in heat. She threw her arms around him so she could pull his leg up
to rub her pussy against it.

While Glenda was grinding her pussy against THA, he reached down and
unbuttoned her blouse, exposing my wife's tits to the entire crowd.
He stroked, he pinched, he nibbled, he sucked -- anything at all to
make her nipples stand out even more than before.  My wife's tits
aren't huge, but her sensitive nipples are absolutely incredible.

The music ended once more and my topless wife walked back to our
table for another drink.  The crowd couldn't stand it and started
chanting, "MORE! MORE! MORE!"

"Are you ready for the final qualifier?"

Glenda looked at him with a wicked smile, "Maybe, but I'm dying of
thirst.  We all need another drink."

THA signaled the bar and another round appeared -- but not for my
wife.

She started to pout when THA laughed and led her back to the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I think Glenda has qualified for our
specialty of the house!"

"Glenda, do you want the best drink ever served in a bar?"

My wife had given up covering her tits and stood there with her
nipples stabbing the air, "it's about time! I'm dying of thirst and
hotter than hell."

"Glenda, what do you see on the wall by the bar?"

She turned and grinned, "I see about a dozen pairs of panties nailed
to the wall."

"What do they have in common?"

"They are all pink!"

"Glenda, everyone in the building has seen your panties tonight.
What color are your panties?"

My wife reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and very
deliberately raised it high enough for us to see her sheer pink
bikini panties.  Her pussy hair was so wet that it looked matted
under the fabric.  "I guess you would call them pink!"

"The only way anyone gets this drink is to pay for it with their
panties!  You have just passed the final qualifying test -- your
panties are definitely pink and my best creation is called the Pink
Panty Pulldown! Are you ready to taste the best drink in the world?"

Glenda was caught up in the frenzy now, "YES!  I WANT THAT DRINK!"

"Are you ready to pay for it right now?"

"HELL YES!"	

With that response, THA yanked my wife's skirt to the floor, leaving
her standing there with nothing on but that pair of pink panties.

THA knelt in front of my wife and hooked his thumbs in the elastic
of her panties, "COUNTDOWN!"

Right on cue, the crowd started counting down from 10, Hell, I even
joined in.

When we hit zero, THA yanked those little panties down to my wife's
ankles.  Before she could step out of them, he buried his face in
her pussy and started licking cunt like there was no tomorrow.

That was all it took, my horny little wife exploded in orgasm after
orgasm right there on the stage.  That's when THA dropped his shorts
and pulled Glenda over to him.  His cock bobbed in the air for just
a moment before he slipped between my wife's legs and buried it
balls deep in her twat.  They stood motionless for a second or two
and then started a furious fucking to the sound of the music.

At first the crowd just clapped and cheered, then they started
chanting, "CUM! CUM! CUM!" every stroke of THA's cock as he fucked
my wife's pussy.  He finally stiffened and plunged all the way in
one last time.  We watched his balls contract as he pumped a massive
load deep inside her cunt as they exploded in a simultaneous orgasm
that rocked the room.

As he pulled slowly out of her well-fucked twat, the bartender ran
over with a glass filled with THA's special drink mixture. THA took
the glass and turned to the crowd, "And now for the final
ingredient!"

He held the glass under Glenda's dripping pussy, reached up and
spread her twat as wide as he could.  We all watched as gob after
gob of THA's cum flowed from deep within my wife and into the glass.

When he had milked as much of his cum from my wife's cunt as
possible, he licked her clit one last time and stood back up.  Next,
he stuck his semi-hard dick into the big glass and stirred the
mixture of booze and cum.  Slowly, he pushed my wife to her knees
and pushed his dick swizzle stick into her mouth.

Glenda slurped greedily and we could all see as THA's growing cock
slipped further and further into her mouth.  He suddenly pulled out
and brought the glass to her lips. My wife gulped the mixture and
swallowed.  She started to get to her feet when THA's now hard cock
was pressed forward once more. Glenda opened her mouth and THA
plunged deep into her throat once again.  He only pumped once or
twice before she clamped her lips tightly around his shaft and stuck
a finger up his ass.  I knew what was cumming next as THA lost
control and shot another full load deep in my wife's mouth.

She kept her lips lock until THA was totally drained and then made a
big show of slowly swallowing the latest load of cum.  THA was left
in a heap on the stage as my naked wife walked toward our booth, cum
still oozing from her pussy and traces of cum on her lips.  All of
us had raging hard-ons as she crawled up on the table and lay back.

I could stand no more, I yanked my pants down and crammed by cock
into her sloppy pussy.  One of our new friends got lucky as my wife
sucked his dick right down to the balls.  The other two guys had to
settle for handjobs.  We were all so horny that none of us lasted
but a few strokes.  Once we had filled her with cream, she dipped
her finger into her gash and pulled out a string of cum.  As she
slowly licked it from her finger and swallowed, my wife grinned,
"Now THAT is a drink and chaser combination that you can't beat!
Let's go home and fuck some more!"

Before tonight, my wife had never even made out with another guy.
Now she was walking out of the pub, totally naked, with the cum of
five different guys dripping from her body.

We managed to get home without getting pulled over by the police and
Glenda slowly strolled to our front door.  She didn't get dressed
for the next two days as we fucked in almost every room in the
house.  Not a single curtain was closed and all the lights were left
on.  She even had me fuck her before she walked out to get the
paper.  When we ordered pizza in, she left the front door open so
the delivery guy (a kid from our own street) would walk in and find
her sucking my cock.

Today was the first day we had even pretended like we might rejoin
the real world.  As we sat at our breakfast table with a real meal,
Glenda looked at me with a lecherous grin, "I think we ought to get
our first free meal at The Horse's Ass tonight don't you.  Besides,
I'm ready for another one of those drinks!"

If I live through all of this, I might be able to send a follow-up
one day.



