As she stared at the phone in her hand, Jay came into the kitchen... showered, dressed, and ready to head to the airport.
He saw what she was looking at, and swore, saying, "Goddammit, hon... what the hell are you doing looking at my phone?", then frowned and added, "I didn't want you to see that... it's, uh, not what it looks like."
Kelly threw the phone at him, and said, "The fuck it isn't... it looks like you're cheating on me with some skank in Tulsa."
Jay bent over to pick up his phone off the floor, and mumbled, "Well... OK, I guess it is what it looks like... but she's not a skank."
Kelly continued to stare at him with an incredulous, unbelieving look on her face... unable to utter any kind of response, as the reality of the situation slowly sunk in.
Jay glanced at his watch, then grabbed his suitcase and the toast from the counter. He tried to give Kelly a goodbye kiss, but she pushed him away, saying, "What the fuck, Jay... no way."
He backed up toward the front door, saying, "Sorry, hon... I gotta run, but we can talk about this when I get back from my business trip." Then he turned, opened the front door, and hurried out to his car.
Kelly was still in shock, as she heard Jay's car pull out of the driveway. In a bit of a daze, she headed into the bathroom to take a shower. By the time she'd finished showering, her shock at the morning's events had begun to wear off, and she found herself getting increasingly angry at Jay for cheating on her... and at herself, for being such a pushover.
She got dressed and headed off to work, determined to get through the day... then figure out a way to get back at her philandering husband.
That evening... after she'd returned home from work and taken a quick shower... Kelly decided she needed to go out... and, hopefully... find some action. If Jay was gonna fuck around on her, then... dammit... she could do the same thing.
She decided to go to one of their neighborhood bars, where she knew there was a DJ playing music, a dance floor, a pool table in the back room... and plenty of alcohol. She and Jay weren't really bar-goers, per se, but tonight it seemed like the perfect place to be.
Kelly stepped out of the bathroom and let the towel she was wrapped in drop to the floor... then stood in front of the bedroom mirror for a few moments, checking out her naked body. With a sly grin on her face, she nodded her approval, as she gently massaged her fleshy, 34E breasts... enjoying the sensual feeling of her hands on her soft tits, and noticing her firm nipples poking out a little more than usual. She could tell she was already getting excited about the evening ahead.
She released one tit, reached down with that hand past her shaved pussy mound... and slipped it between her legs... running a finger back and forth along her dewy pussy lips. Still grinning at her reflection, she mumbled softly, "You still got it girl... even at thirty-six", then she chuckled and gave her boobs a final appreciative squeeze, before adding, "Tonight should be fun... just like back in college".
Kelly walked into her closet, poked around a bit... then pulled out her sexiest top... a lightweight, halter-style crop top that barely covered her heavy boobs, and left her flat tummy totally exposed... which would be perfect for what she had in mind.
She slipped it on... noting the obvious bumps her nipples made through the thin material... then adjusted the midriff ribbing, and tucked her tits into place. She nodded silent approval at the plunging décolletage neckline, which left plenty of cleavage exposed between her fleshy breasts, as she pulled the straps up over her boobs and tied a bow at the base of her neck.
She reached into her dresser and started to pull a pair of G-string panties... but stopped... then, with an impish grin decided to go commando, and tossed them back into the drawer, instead.
Kelly dug into her closet again, and found a short, flare-bottom mini-skirt that ended just above mid-thigh when she was standing... shimmied it up over her hips, and checked herself in the mirror again, as she pulled up the zipper on the side.
She smiled and thought to herself, "Perfect", as she shook her shoulders slightly to watch her heavy breasts sway and wobble beneath the thin fabric of her top.
Still smiling, she turned and looked over her shoulder to see how she looked from behind. With a mischievous grin, she noted that if she bent over even a little, she could almost see her ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the hem of her short skirt.
After putting on some make up, Kelly stepped into a pair of sexy heels to complete the outfit, then headed out to her car and drove to Buckland's Bar and Grill, about fifteen minutes away.
It was a Wednesday night, so the bar wasn't very crowded... but the DJ was already playing loud, thumping tunes... and there were men and women sitting at several tables around the main room, trying to hear each other talk over the din of the blaring music.
Kelly found a seat on a bar stool in the middle of the bar, ordered a glass of whatever they had on tap, then spun around on her stool to check-out the room. Glancing to her left, she noticed that the pool room was empty... off to her right, there were two couples laughing as they tried to play darts, and an old guy sitting at one end of the long bar, nursing a beer.
With a sultry grin on her face, she leaned back against the edge of the bar... with her elbows resting behind her for support... which, she knew, accentuated her heavy breasts, and made her nipple bumps even more obvious.
Before her beer was even delivered, Neil and Sean... two guys who had been sitting at one of the tables when she first arrived... slid onto the empty bar stools on either side of her.
