The Cheater gets Cheated

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I get tired of sitting at home on nights when we can’t see each other. I know you have obligations, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still have fun. And fun will have me. We text at night, telling each other sweet nothings and talking about dreams. I know you are locked in your bedroom cage for the night. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be out and about.I get off the daybed and pick out something skimpy. I have been overly aggravated lately. You have been distracted and if I hear any more about your wife I am going to snap. No bra, no undies. Slut to the extreme. Skimpy little dress that shows everything I want you to touch, in hopes someone else will. I grab a small purse, throw in my keys, smokes, and wallet and head out the door.You are tossing and turning in your oversized lonely bed. The comforter and sheets Bostancı Escort strangling you like you feel the responsibilities of life do. You check your phone. No new messages from me. wonder what I am doing. If I went to sleep or am still awake as usual. You feel frustrated, a little angry, and sad. You throw the bed set onto the floor.I head to the first bar I can find. I am not a bar woman. I hate the way my shoes always manage to stick to the floor and how dark it is. But tonight, I’m ready and willing to accept anything to fill this urge. I walk up to the bartender and tell him to give me something strong. My reckless behavior will lead me somewhere tonight, anywhere but where my heart really wants it to be.He slides the drink to me and I hear a low voice behind Bostancı Escort Bayan me say to put it on his tab. Instantly wet from the simple kindness of a stranger, I turn to find a tall, dark and handsome thirty-something-year-old eyeing me slowly. Well hello. I turn to face him completely and tip my glass before I toss it back. He giggles and takes a step closer. He asks me what I am doing tonight. I say hopefully you. Well ok then. He takes my hand and we both giggle as he pulls me towards the back alley.You lie there for minutes, longing for me and staring at the pitch-black ceiling. Soon your love and desire raise the tent in your briefs. You imagine me sleeping peacefully in my bed. But also fear for the possibility that I am not home. Your jealousy only Escort Bostancı makes you harder and you grunt and groan as you tear the briefs off. Now completely naked and raging hard with all those emotions, you grit your teeth and harshly grab your manhood.You can’t keep the thoughts of me out dancing with someone else from your mind. At first, it would be dancing, and then touching. Another man’s rough hands all over my body. You jerk hard on yourself. letting the fear take control. You grunt out loud, but I am not there beside you to hear your primal urge.As soon as we exit, I plant myself against the hard-rough bricks. He pushes himself up against me, the smell of hard liquor and the rainy evening making me moan. His hand slides up my leg. He takes a sharp intake of breath as he realizes just how easy I have made myself. his finger slides deep into me as I wrap my leg around his waist. I pull the top of my dress down, exposing my rock-hard nipples. He instantly leans down to bite them. Hard. I half scream half laugh, the alcohol hitting me fast and the pleasure becoming intense faster than I had imagined.

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