By evening, she felt much better and John told her that they were leaving. They would go back to the city in the morning and then fly to Paris or some such exotic place for the remainder of their honeymoon. He didn't mention that Roxy had already gone back to the city.
'I heard about a quaint little tavern not far from here, less than a mile,' he said. 'We can eat dinner here and then go and have a drink, just one, mind you, and dance.'
'Oh, John, it sounds wonderful.'
'It's close, so we can walk and on the way back hold hands and neck and make love… anything that comes to mind.'
After dinner, they trudged hand in hand down the dusty road. It was a clear, moonlit night and the air was cool and refreshing. The tavern had a small dance floor and a live three-piece-band. They had their drink and danced, snuggling close and necking openly on the postage-stamp floor. They were the only couple.
John's guilt had not gone away and he drank heavier than usual in an attempt to drown his conscience. Eva drank very sparingly, nursing each drink at least an hour.
As he got drunker, John grew horny and took many liberties with his young wife. Eva didn't try to stop him, even though they were the only ones there and on display for all the employees. He had never been so ardent, even alone. He put both arms around her waist and gripped the cheeks of her ass on the dance floor, and sat close to her at their table, running his hands up under her skirt. She went to the women's room and removed her bra and let him kiss her nipples through her blouse. She got very hot and wanted to go, but John continued drinking.
By midnight, he was out of it. His eyes grew glassy and he slumped forward and passed out with his head in his arms. Eva wanted to cry. She went to the bartender for help. Bartenders are always sympathetic and helpful.
'My husband has passed out,' she said.
'That's tough, lady,' the bartender said.
'But we walked over here from the hotel. How will I get him back?'
'You could drag the bastard by his feet. He ain't too big.' He sucked on his soggy cigar and continued wiping glasses. 'Or better yet, you can let him sleep it off where he's at and come in the back room with me.'
'That was uncalled for, Harry,' the piano player, who had just walked over, said. 'The lady has a problem. You don't need to get nasty.' He was a big man of about forty, good-looking except for his nose, which was bent to one side like a fighter that had taken one punch too many. Actually, he was a high school English teacher. He came up here every summer to earn extra money.
In deference to the English teacher's size, the bartender scowled and moved sullenly down the bar.
'I heard your problem and perhaps I can be of assistance. I have a car and I'll be glad to help you get your husband back to the hotel. It's a dead night anyway, and we'll close up early.' He took one of her tiny hands in his. 'Now climb up on that bar stool and have a drink. We'll play another medley and call it a night.'
'But my husband…'
'He's fine where he's at.' The big piano player took her by the waist and lifted her easily onto the stool. 'Bring the lady a drink, Harry,' he called to the bartender.
The band played for another hour, and Eva had five drinks. She grew very talkative and gay, dancing with each of the band members and even finally consented to dance the last number with the bartender. The bartender held her very tight, apologized for being rude, and then cupped her left tit in one of his beefy hands. She slapped his face, but giggled when she did it, and let him kiss her and feel the other tit while the band packed up their instruments.
'My name is Alex, and I'm an English teacher by profession, not a piano player,' Alex said after he had loaded John into his back seat.
Eva got into the front seat with Alex, her head spinning with excitement. 'I just knew you were more than a piano player.'
'What's wrong with being a piano player?'
'Oh, nothing, I guess. But, well, it's so much more dignified to be an English teacher.'
'Swell.' Alex said.
With the car in motion, Eva relaxed. She liked riding in a car at night. 'Don't let me fall asleep,' she said, 'I'm just a little drunk.'
'You're just a whole lot beautiful, too.' Alex said.
Eva blushed. 'Thank you,' she said softly. It was different with this man, at least different than with the fat bartender, who she could let kiss her, and even feel her tits, but this man made the heat rise in her belly and the juices flow in her cunt.
'Are you married?' she said.
'Yes. I have a wife and three kids.'
'Oh.' Eva said, 'Well, so am I… married, I mean. No kids.'
'I know you're married.' Alex said, jerking his thumb towards the back seat. 'At least you said he was your husband.'
'Oh, he is. We're on our honeymoon.' She giggled again. 'He made some pretty romantic promises for tonight.'
'And now he can't perform.' Alex said.
Alex pulled the car into the hotel driveway. 'We're here already.'
'Oh.' Eva said.
'Is there a back stairway? It would be more discreet.'
'Yes, over by the pool. Just keep going, don't turn here.'
With Alex's help, she got him upstairs and into bed. They even undressed him and tucked him in. Eva looked down at her husband and turned off the light, and taking Alex by the hand, tiptoed from the room.
'You've been so kind, Alex. Can I get you a drink before you leave?'
'I could use one,' he said.
'Scotch on the rocks okay? It's good Scotch.'
'Scotch is fine,' he said.
Eva brought the drinks and sat beside him on the couch. He really was rather handsome, in spite of his nose, and he was so big and masculine. A tiny shiver raced down her spine.
They made a toast, something about people helping other people, and emptied their glasses. She poured two more, sitting a little closer when she returned.
His arm, resting on the back of the couch, dropped to her shoulder, his hand gripping her soft arm. She went willingly into his arms. If he wanted to kiss her, she wouldn't object. He deserved something for his trouble. He kissed her hard, his hand sliding under her arm to cup one of her tits. While his tongue played between her lips, she let him fondle her, but when his other hand dropped on her knee, she closed her legs. She pulled away and got to her feet. The fire was building inside her, the fire that always destroyed her will power and ended with a wild fuck session.
'I'd better check on John,' she said, her face flushed.
Alex leaned back, unprotesting. He knew she was hot, knew she needed what her husband couldn't give her. It would take a little more time, but he had all night. She was hot for a fuck, even the sloppy bartender could fuck her if he was sitting here now. Alex knew that.
Eva stood, brushing her skirt down with both hands, calming her wobbling knees and then went to the door of the bedroom. John was sleeping peacefully, like an angel unaware of the sin around him.
How could she cheat on him after he had been so sweet? It wasn't his fault that he had drunk too much; she was all too guilty of that sin, too. And then she thought of the brazen widow DeWinter, and vaguely recalled seeing John lying on the floor and the buxom hussy pulling up her dress and getting down on top of him and slowly easing down over his cock. She closed her eyes at the memory of her big open pussy swallowing up her husband's prick. 'No, he wouldn't,' she said softly, and went back to the bar and mixed two more, and with a throaty growl went back to the couch.
'Is he okay?' Alex said, taking the drink from her hand.
'Sleeping like a baby.' She held up her glass and clinked it against Alex's. 'To us,' she said. She smiled at him with her eyes over the rim the glass, waiting for him to put his arm around but he didn't. Instead, he looked at
