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Jen and I had been away for a short vacation, and were driving home. It was very late at night, we were both exhausted, and Jen suggested we stop for the night to get some sleep. I readily agreed, and we soon found a small motel on the outskirts of a small town out in the middle of nowhere. After we checked in, we took a very needed shower, and curled-up in bed. It didn't take long to realize neither of us could sleep, so I suggested we go somewhere for a nightcap. We got dressed, and drove into town, finding a small bar that was still open.
When we walked in, I noticed a couple of guys shooting pool, about a half dozen guys at the bar, a waitress, and a very large bartender. I also noticed all eyes were on Jen, but I am used to that. Jen and I found a couple of seats at the bar, and ordered our drinks. Soon we were making friends with the guys, they bought us some drinks, we bought a couple of rounds for them. They were very friendly, and of course my wife had no problem finding conversation with some very horny guys.
We had been there for awhile, when I noticed the waitress putting the "closed" sign in the window, and locking the door. The bartender gave last call, and Jen and I finished our last drink. I reached for my money, to pay the tab, and realized I didn't have my wallet. I whispered to Jen that I had left my money in the motel, and asked if she had any. She shook her head no, and I felt a sick feeling in my stomach. I looked at the bartender and saw he was glaring at me. I guess he caught on to what was going on. He told the guy sitting next to me that the cops were going to have something to do tonight, and I really began to get a sick feeling. I looked at my wife and saw tears in her eyes. All I could think of was how to get us out of this mess. The bartender told me I owed $50. I knew it was a rip-off, couldn't be that much.
The guy next to me said he might be able to help. He took a ten out and laid it on the bar. He then told me that I could have the ten in return for Jen's blouse. I thought he was kidding, but when I looked at his face, I saw he was dead serious.
The bartender just looked at me, no help there. I looked at Jen, she had heard him. She asked me if I could forgive her if she did this. I told her that I loved her, no matter what, and there really wouldn't be anything to forgive. Hearing that, she stood, and with shaking hands unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off, and laid it on the bar. She picked-up the ten, and handed it to me. She had a defiant look on her face as she reached for her blouse to put it back on. The bartender said we were still short, and another guy at the bar threw some ones down and told her it was for her bra. Jen looked at me, mouthed the words "I love you", and reached around to unsnap the bra. She shrugged the bra off, and stood therewith everyone staring at her beautiful tits.
Comments for Forgot my money, my wife pays the tab
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