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Texas Adventure Part 1
By blondecandyinva@gmail.com

We were set to visit our son and daughter in law in western Texas to celebrate the birthday of our new grandchild. We would like to think we aren't that hold for grand parents and really try to be young. In our late 40s we try to stay adventurous and fun. With that being said, it isn't all that easy as you get older. It's more difficult to get things hard and takes more time to get other things wet enough if you know what I mean. Regardless, we still try to do our best to keep the sex life up and running.

We often imagine a few years ago when we played with others all the time at my convincing. Candy, my wife, had a few favorites. At first it was mostly really well hung white guys. Later I got her to try some big black guys. Most of her favorites were black guys. All of them that were memorable were very well hung. At least twice my size. Often times bigger than that. We hadn't played in a while but continued to talk about it. We had plans to get up with a few acquaintances but timing just hasn't worked out yet. Also Candy has been hesitate as of late because she feels a bit on the older side. Meeting a new guy gives her a few worries. However beer, wine or other alcoholic beverages usually gets her courage up.*

Ok, so that gives you a bit of our background if you have never read our stories or seen our blog. This trip was planned on really just being a family outing to see our kids and grandchild. The other grandparents were going to be there as well and our kids wanted us to all stay at their house. Unfortunately it was really too small. We didn't want to be rude but we also didn't want to sleep on the pull out sofa in the living room all week. Ok, I didn't at least. One my back would kill me and two it meant no sex!

So we made up a story about getting a free room due to all my business travels and we could use it here or it would expire. The motel wasn't really much of a chain so our story was full of holes but we felt we could get by with it. I had planned on staying for a week and then getting back to work. Candy had planned on staying two weeks to help with the new baby.*

We had figured that our daughter in law's parents would get there early for the birth and stay for a week and then return home. My wife could then stay at the house rather than at the motel alone. As all good plans go.....this one fell apart. The other grandparents had planned to stay an entire month. I told my wife to just keep the room, she would be more comfortable anyway. The motel wasn't that expensive and the rooms were crazy large being an older place.

It was great seeing the kids and visiting with our new grandchild but after a few days it all got a little bit hectic. After all what can a new born baby do other than sleep and eat? Candy and I are both workaholics so sitting around for most of the day is more stressful than dealing with a bunch of work related catastrophes. Thankfully we didn't have any of those to deal with.

Our kids and the other side of the family don't drink and are pretty heavy bible thumpers.....which all of that is fine. We also always go to church and are very active. That s why the swinging we have done is so strange. Hypocritical I guess. We don't judge anyone. Just sex addicts I guess. Can't help myself from wanting to watch Candy get fucked by really large cocks.

Anyway, enough was enough so we decided to head to the motel early stating that we needed to deal with some work back home giving us an excuse to go have a beer or two. The escape would give us a few hours of downtime and much needed alcoholic reprieve.*

The motel had a pretty descent little dive bar called The Recovery Room. Great name, friendly bartenders and probably only a few patrons at 2:30 in the afternoon. A perfect place. Before we headed down to the bar, I asked my wife if should would dress a bit sexy. We could have a few drinks, ponder a few fantasies (BBC is typically the fantasy we chose) and then head back to the room for some down and dirty afternoon delight.

She agreed. I had her pack a thin sundress before we left. Something too cold for back home but perfectly suitable for the warm Texas weather we were currently experiencing. Plus we weren't really going outside. I had got her the dress a few months before summer hit however she thought the silky material was a bit on the thin side and the dress too revealing for our normal dinning locations. However, being out of town she agreed.

I had just one more request as she was getting ready.....almost too much getting ready for an afternoon beer in a dive country type bar. I asked her to go braless and pantiless. She looked at me sideways but agreed to my pervertedness. All set we headed for the bar.

We walked in the door and scanned the room. There were a few sitting at the small bar and several others sitting at scattered tables around the restaurant. We chose not to sit on the barstools at the bar since they didn't have a back to rest on and instead picked a table up against one of the outside walls away from most of the others. The televisions had some sports channel running in the background while most had music videos playing and the sound throughout the bar. It was 80's music at that.....even more perfect.

Our table wasn't too far away from a group of three guys, we really didn't pay much attention to them at first. Just minded our own business and so did they. We could see they were enjoying a few beers and could hear them laughing about whatever the discussion they were having. Candy observed that they were watching us as we came in and seated ourselves. She mentioned it to me under hushed breathe because she was a bit nervous about how she was dressed. I mentioned that it was just her imagination.

A pretty young blonde bartender came over to take our order. She was working both behind the bar and the tables. Apparently not enough people to warrant more staff. Her politely Texas greeting, 'Howdy' was warm and charming as she asked what we were interested in drinking.*

"What kind of beers you have on tap?" I questioned. She rattled off the list of the traditional standard stuff along with a few unknowns. My wife and I have developed a taste for craft style beers especially those in the local markets we visit. So the unknowns were what peaked our interest.*

I had asked about those few beers and what they were like. Dark, light, IPA, Porter like etc. We told her we were out of town and liked to try different local brews. She had begun the explanation of the beers but not very elaborately, when one of the guys from the table near us chimed in about one of the darker selections, "That is a great dark beer with a rich malty flavor. One of the best brewed just a few blocks from here. It's my favorite." As he tipped his glass toward us indicating the same (or so we assumed) beer that he was consuming.

"Thanks, I take his word on it. I'll take one of those." I told the bartender. "I'll do the same." Candy chimed in as well. The blonde bartender walked away with our order and we nodded to the gentleman acknowledging we appreciated his suggestion.

I had paid more attention to the bartender's rear end as she departed and not really so much the other guys at the table. Once we turned behind the bar counter I looked over at our friendly neighbor. He looked like he was maybe in his late thirties or possibly early forties, maybe in some sort of construction work. He wore faded denim blue jeans and cowboy boots (of course....we are in Texas after all!) and a snug white short sleeve t-shirt that actuated his muscular tanned arms. You could tell he must have worked out often. He wasn't over bulked but kept himself in pretty good shape for his age. His hair was short with a bit of distinguished grey touches throughout and a bit of stubble that set off his rugged weathered face.

My wife has never really been interested in the 'cowboy' type. She had dated a few before we met some 27 years ago. Living in the midwest back then was just about all she could choose from. However she had moved passed that.....or so I thought as she smiled at him. I presumed she was looking at the other two sitting with him at the table.

Both guys were younger, maybe mid twenties at best. One guy was fairly bulky and white. Looked like he could play middle line backer on the local football team in the past. Defineately had the country redneck appearance as he wore a dingy baseball cap with a curled up bill with the CASE logo on the front. His friend, which I figured my wife was eyeing up, was a lean black kid that seemed to be tall even though he was seated at the moment. His arms were exposed in a sleeveless white t-shirt and you could see the definition of his muscles.

The bartender was now back with our beers sitting them on the table in front of each of us. They tasted great and were ice cold. Perfect for what both of us needed as we I nodded to each in agreement. They hit the spot.*

After a few sips, I turned towards our neighbor and raised my glass to him, "Thanks for the suggestion. Good stuff!" He smiled back, "I told you it was a great beer. Glad you like it." He raised up to approach our table extending his hand to shake, "I guess it would be only proper and neighborly that I introduce myself. My name is George." As I shook his hand. Unconsciously I noticed how strong his grip was on my hand.

"I'm Gene." And this is my wife, "I'm Candy." As she also reached out her hand since he extended his towards her as well.



Sorry too long, had to break the first story up of our visit to Texas.