The Highland Ground

After what I had just seen, I needed to get away. I'm not a big drinker, but I planned on drinking tonight.

I drove to the other side of town. The motel doesn't look that inviting, but I was looking for a place to hide.

Across the street from the motel was a pub. The Highland Ground. No idea what kind of place it was and didn't care.

I walked in and the place was half empty, or half full. Either way, it was perfect for me. The music was a little loud and the people in the bar were singing along to music I had never heard before. Drums and Bagpipes.

Whoever the singer was, I liked her voice. There was just something about it.

Northside Southside Wrong Side of the Town

We'll tear each other to pieces than buy the next round

We'll curse this place for morning say there's fuck all her to see

Something. Something. Something. And then the whole damn bar joined in

We can fight we can fall....

we can swear we've had enough but when one of us is

Something. Something. Something.

Hear the Drums Hear the Pipes

Something. Something. Something.

It was a fun bar I can tell you that.

I sat at the bar and asked for a beer, "Coors Light Please."

"We don't serve no fucking piss water. Try again or get the fuck out."

"Um. Um." I was trying to read the beers on tap

"How bout a Penny-Wheep." She had a distinct accent. But I didn't know the difference between an Irish or Scottish accent. So, it could be either. I wasn't sure.

I had no idea wat what a Penny-Wheep was, but I said I'll take it just the same.

She placed a can of Coors Light in front of me. "Out of the can or in a glass. The glass might be dirty, but it will give that piss beer some flavor."

She had a scratchy voice, kind of sexy. Kind of like the singer Pink. She was also a little intimidating for a 5'6" maybe 5'7" petite redhead. I would say strawberry blond, but there was more red than blond. And green eyes. Beautiful green eyes.

Not that I was staring but she had nice tits, and her nipples were inviting. I could see they were pierced.

"What are you staring at perv?"

"Oh. No. Nothing."

"Why not? Are you gay? Don't you like my tits? It's been a while and you look fuckable. Treat me right and you might get lucky tonight."

'Where the fuck am I' was the only thought going through my head.

"No. No. Not gay. Your tits look great."

"I knew you was a perv."

"Hey!" some guy at the end of the bar yelled. "Do your fucking job and get me a beer you red headed fucking whore."

With that, this feisty red headed... I won't call her a whore, threw a can of beer to the guy that called her a redheaded whore.

"Thanks Red." He yelled back.

"They call me red." She pointed at her hair. It was long and curly. I couldn't stop looking between her eyes and tits.

"Drink up. Finish the piss beer. You have another coming."

It came with a shot and we did one together. It burned like fire as it went down. The second was no better. By the third my tastebuds were shot and I was no longer drinking Coors Light, either.

"Are you ready for another?" Red asked.

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not in my bar. As long as you sit there you drink. You drink until you're drunk and I call the Uber to take you home. Now give me your keys."

I was about to protest when I felt the presence of a man behind me. I turn to look. I don't know if a man was the right description. He was tall with long hair and green eyes too. Besides being tall, he was big and broad.

First thing that came to mind was that he looked like a Viking.

"Give Red your keys." And I did as I was told. "Good man."

He started to walk. Stopped and turned. "Good luck tonight. You're gonna need it."

I didn't know what that meant. But there was a lot I didn't know today and I guess tonight either.

Red just smiled at me. "So, what's your real name," I asked.

"I go by Red and everyone calls me Red."

"So, Red it is." And another nasty shot was in front of me.

A man joined me and looked at Red. "I'm gonna need an Uber tonight," and he handed Red his keys.

"Charles," he said and shook my hand.

He was an older guy, maybe in his 80s. "Jeff." I responded.

"So, Jeff. What brings you to a fine establishment like this?"

"I needed to get away," I slurred.

"It's a woman isn't it." Red said. "You men always blame it on the woman."

Charles looked at Red, "Not every woman can be as sweet as you Red." I think he was being sarcastic. So must have Red since she laughed.

Red stepped away to take care of a few customers and returned with three shots.

"Fuck me. How are you doing all these shots?"

She laughed. "I'm doing shots of Root Beer." Charles almost fell off his chair.

"For real," I asked.

"Well... not the first two."

"How many have I had?"

"That makes five. Here's your beer. That's also number five. But the first two were piss beer so they don't count."

"So, Jeff. Tell us your story."

Shit, I figured, what the hell. "I came home from a business trip..."

"That explains the suit," Red said as I continued.

"I wasn't supposed to be home until Friday night (Tonight was Wednesday night). The house was quiet. All quiet except for the bedroom. I stood there watching my wife being fucked."

"Do ya have pictures or a video," Red asked.

"I do. That's what I'm supposed to do right? Take a video just in case."

Red stuck out her hand, and I gave her my phone. "Password?"

Red was looking at the video and sharing it with Charles.

"Damn Jeff. Your wife is hot as fuck," Charles said.

Red added, "And that's a big fucking cock. Tell your wife to send that cock my way."

She saw I wasn't smiling, "Sorry, Jeff."

"Whatever." And another shot was in front of me and Charles.

"I had a feeling he was fucking my wife. She's had a thing for him. Him, being our new neighbor, Tylor Pine.

My wife and a few others in the neighborhood seem to have a thing for him. He may be fucking more wives than just mine."

I paused to take a sip of my beer. Those shots are nasty going down. And the beer ain't much better.

"She's been flirting with him for months. I just didn't want to believe it, I guess. We've been together for eight years. We dated for two and married for six."

Red slid me and Charles another shot. "That's why I'm not gonna marry young.

I'm having too much fun being single.

Once I settle down. That's it. My days of fucking random men is over."

It was Charles' turn to add his words of wisdom. "I'm a lot older than you Jeff. Times have changed. I think the idea of marriage and being faithful is the biggest change I have seen in relationships.

I'm not saying it's good or bad. But maybe it does strengthen a marriage. I'm not recommending you sit in a chair and watch your wife with another man, unless you're into. I don't judge.

But an open marriage isn't always a bad thing. As you get older, you'll understand."

I was wondering where he was going.

"Red, can I get another beer?" Charles asked.

"Once the kids leave the house, boy it's different. Jeff, the kids are your life for so long that you lose what you once had with your wife. Sex may not be what you remember it to be.

And then there's menopause. For some that is the end all. No more sex ever again.

Not for me. Me and my wife, after, oh I don't know. Over 50 years. We still go at it. Menopause didn't slow my wife down. She can't get enough of me.

But I have friends that wish they were young again. They say they would have done things different. A few were into the idea of an open marriage and all for it.

I got one friend. He's had a different interest. He liked to watch and still does. They're younger than me. Late 50s. Maybe 60ish.

But he likes to watch. He's a great guy and I don't judge. If it makes him happy, then that's fine.

But he's not into ummm, humiliation. My friend kicked the living shit out of one guy that tried that cuckold stuff.

The guy was a big guy. He went down when my friend hit him and took out my friends wife on the way down.

She got a concussion. By the time she woke, she was in a hospital bed. Her injury was more than just a concussion. She kind of landed in an odd position. She needed shoulder surgery.

The guy fucking his wife ended up in the hospital too.

I'm a lawyer. Or was. I took care of my friend. It cost him a few bucks, but no jail time.

I have another friend who is in an open marriage. He was in his 50s. His wife was younger. Empty nesters. She wanted to have a little fun now that the kids were gone. She had a guy in mind, and my friend had a few women he was interested in."

"How did that turn out."

"Good for my friend. He had a few woman interested in him too. His wife got slapped in the face by the wife of the guy she was fucking. And, that guys wife divorced him.

My friends wife wanted to go back to um a minogamus marriage."

"A what marriage," Red laughed. "You mean monogamous?"

"Just get me another," Red stared at Charles." Please."

Red came back with a beer for Charles and another shot for me and Red had one too.

I took the shot out of Red's hand before she drank it. It was worse than what she had been feeding me.

"Do you want to switch to something stronger?" She asked and laughed at me too.

Charles continued. "Young people today aren't so much against marriage as they are at missing out on something... well, not better. Something different.

Like Red for example. She wants to make sure she doesn't miss out on anything before she gets married. Others dated and opted for marriage.

Right Red?"

"Yeah and those girls missed out on the big cocks that are out there to be had."

"So, my wife might love me. I might be the one for her. But... my dick is too small."

Red gave me a look of confusion, "You're missing the point Jeff. It's the old saying, variety is the spice of life. Maybe your wife is just looking for a little variety."

"Red, I need another.....

"No!"

"Why not? You've been pumping me full of beer and shots all night and you have my keys."

"Just wait," Charles said.

The music was blasting the drums, the bagpipes, everyone in the bar was singing. I heard that familiar voice I heard when I first walked into the bar.

Hey, yeah, yeah

Hey, yeah

Rain pouring doun, boots in the mud

And whiskey in my hand, fire in the blood

And they're sittin' still when the pipes get loud

Raise your glass to this highland ground

Aye, let it rain (hey, hey)

Hey, let it pour

We've been here before

Big men, big kilts, whiskey going doun

Throw another fucking tree and shake this highland ground

Let the pipes cry loud, let 'em ring around

We're never going home yet, shake this highland ground

Shake this highland ground

Whoo!

Caber goes up, comes crashing doun

Some daft bastard wants another round

Rain in our face, mud all around

When those pipes call, we dinnae back doun

Aye, let it rain (hey, hey)

Hey, let it pour (hey)

Give us the pipes or we'll give you war

Big men, big kilts, whiskey going doun

Throw another fucking tree and shake this highland ground

Let the pipes cry loud, let 'em ring around

We're never going home yet, shake this highland ground

Shake this highland ground

Hey

Whoo!

Here's to the rain (hey, hey)

Here's to the scars (hey, hey)

Here's to the mad bastards exactly as we are

We're going home

We're back in toun

Play the fucking pipes (pipe, pipe, pipe, pi...)

Big men, big kilts, whiskey going doun

Throw another fucking tree and shake this highland ground

Let the pipes cry loud, let 'em ring around

We're never going home yet, shake this highland ground

Shake this highland ground

Ah

Whoa

Shake this highland ground

Red had a microphone and was singing along. I didn't know the words or else I would have joined in too.

Charles was singing along. Everyone who was in the bar which was now packed was singing along.

"Shots for everyone," Red yelled.

There were two other bartenders that were two other bartenders pouring shots. The bar was crazy as the song played.

Red was by us now. She was holding the mic for Charles to join in.

Big men, big kilts, whiskey going doun

Throw another fucking tree and shake this highland ground

Let the pipes cry loud, let 'em ring around

We're never going home yet, shake this highland ground

Then Red pointed the mic at me "shake this highland ground" she said. And we sang it over and over until the song ended.

The bar cheered. And Red, Charles and I did another shot.

Red smiled as the music went back to a normal decibel. "It's a new song released by Isla Lennox. It's called Shake This Highland Ground. Isla is from Scotland, where my family hails from.

The name of the bar is The Highland Ground.

The Highland Grounds was where the clans fought for their land, their ground. We fought other clans and the British for our land.

This bar is dedicated to those that loved the highlands and those that lost their life's protecting the highlands."

Red was tearing up a little. "Me and Tom," she pointed to that monster of a man, "We are descendants and can trace our family tree back to the highland clans.

Oh, fuck me." She started to tear up. And Tom gave her a giant bearhug.

The rest of the night was a blur until I woke up the next morning in my motel room. I was lying next to a redheaded beauty. Bits and pieces were coming back to me. The sex parts that I remembered I enjoyed.

"Hey Jeff. I hope you don't mind that I crashed here with you last night. It was closer than a drive home. I also followed my own rules and left my keys at the bar.

Let me tell you something Jeff. Your wife is a fool to cheat on you. You are the best lover I have ever had and I've had a lot.

Your cock may not be as big as the one that was fucking your wife, but I would take yours any day.

Also," Red squinted her eyes like people do when they are going to tell you something you don't want to hear. "We texted your wife last night." Red opened both eyes. "Well, I tested your wife last night."

"What!"

"I took some pictures and a video of us. The video was kind of long, so I emailed it to her.

Do you remember the texting?"

"No."

"Well, we did." Red smiled. That innocent don't be mad at me smile. "Well, I did."

"What did the text say?"

"Well.... I may have texted your wife calling her a stupid cheating whore bitch. Slut might have been mixed in there to.

Then I sent her the pictures and the video I took of us. One was of me sucking your dick. There was another of you fucking me from behind. And the video... I put my phone on that dresser. I rode your cock and told you how good it felt. I again called you wife a stupid cheating whore. You had already passed out.

My last words to your wife were: Consider herself in an open marriage. Fuck whoever you want. Your husband is mine now you stupid slut whore."

Red gave me that smile again. The don't be mad at me smile. Then there was a knock at the door.

"I'm hungry. Can we go to the diner for... some breakfast? My treat."

"Oh yeah. Charles left his keys at the bar too. He crashed on the couch."

"I am kind of hungry. And I could use a cup of coffee and aspirin for this splitting headache."

"Well, they say sex can cure a headache."

I smiled at Red, "Well, like you said, I'm yours now."

Red started stroking my dick, "Charles, go grab us a table at Merv's Diner. We'll be there shortly." She said.

"You better. I heard Jeff's phone buzzing and ringing all night. I want see what his wife had to say."

This Highland Ground is a new song in 2026. There was just something about it. I liked it and decided to build this short story around it. Will This Highland Ground have a part two? Who knows.

As always:

Big thanks to Folding for editing my story and adding his comments.

I tend to make changes to my stories after Folding has reviewed them, so if you find any punctuation or spelling errors, they're on me and my dyslexia.