Chapter 3
Tuesday evening
Jennifer
The club is packed tonight. Lots of men milling around the bar checking out all the women in the club. I buy myself a glass of Merlo knowing it will be the only drink I’ll pay for tonight.
I am feeling friskier that ever tonight. The thought of being with Blake on Friday has my pussy drooling with arousal. Yes, I am probably going to go all the way and cheat on Jack this week.
But it will only be sex. It’s not like I am going to give myself to another man and leave my husband of twenty one years. That’s ridiculous. All I want is to experience some different cocks. What I’ve missed since college.
The first man who comes to my table is probably near my age. I accept his request to dance just to get out on the floor and be seen by the men milling around. I chuckle when he grinds his crotch against my ass while we dance.
When the dance ends, I thank the man then tell him that I am waiting for someone to get rid of him.
As soon as I am nearly finished with my drink, an attractive man probably ten years younger than me slides into the booth with me.
“Allow me to get you another drink?” He asks smoothly as if he is a pro at this pick-up game.
Of course I allow him to sit and order me a drink. We chat. Just mundane chit-chat to pass a few minutes. Then, a slow song comes on. He invites me to dance and I accept.
Ronald is not bashful about grinding his crotch against mine. His hands like an octopus all over my body. When the two slow dances are over, I lead him back to the women’s bathroom and give him a blow job. Then he finger fucks me to an orgasm. In the cramped stall.
Throughout the evening, I give out a half dozen blow jobs.
Just after midnight a gorgeous stud that had to be in his mid-20’s asked me to slow dance.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” he whispered next to my ear.
“I don’t believe that you found anyone to satisfy your need just yet,” he added.
I felt a shiver up my spine when he kissed the side of my neck.
“Let’s go somewhere and scratch that itch for you,” he said just as the dance ended.
Evidently, Bradly has done this before. He led me to the handicapped bathroom and locked us in. After a torrid kiss while he groped my body, he lifted me up and sat me on the counter in front of the vanity mirror.
Bradly shoved my dress up to my waist and then bent down to bury his face in my crotch. “Oh gawd yes baby,” I moaned when he began eating me out. Deftly, his fingers found my g-spot while he sucked on my clit. In less than a minute, he had my body jerking in orgasm.
“Now for the main event,” Bradly growled as he unfastened his slacks and dropped them to his ankles. “Oh Fuuuuuuuuck yes,” I groan as his chubby 8-inch dick plunges into my soupy pussy.
This is it. I have just crossed the line into cheating on my husband. Oddly, I feel no guilt right now. I am thrilled by the naughtiness of getting fucked by a stud I just met in a dance hall bathroom.
Bradly yanks down my top to grope and mash on my 38DD silicone tits. “These are some nice fucking tits,” he growls. And this married pussy is sweet as hell,” he snarled.
I am concerned when he leans forward to suck a hickey onto my left breast. But I do nothing to stop him even when he sucks a second one right next to the first. “I bet you’ll have a great time explaining these to your husband,” Bradly laughs cruelly.
Just as my body shivers into another climax, Bradly shoves as deep as he can reach and empties his balls deep into my cheating pussy. Bradly is out the door within moments of spurting his cum into me.
Now, I feel a wave of guilt wash through me as I gaze at myself in the mirror. Two hickeys on my left breast and cum running down my thighs. I have cheated on Jack.
I have tears on my cheeks as I take a taxi home leaving my car to pick up tomorrow on the way to work. Not the first time that has happened. But it is the first time I have come home with cum drooling out of me from a dance club
There are more tears on my cheeks as I take a scalding hot shower trying to wash away the cum and the dirtiness I feel inside. How could I have given myself to a kid half my age who just used me to get off? At least he did get me off twice.
Why now? After a year of just petting, grinding and blowjobs, did I decide to cheat? To spread my legs for another man? I guess it was inevitable with what I have been doing. Deep inside, I know that I have really been cheating on Jack all this time.
I still feel dirty as I crawl into bed next to Jack at just minutes before 3am.
I feel like hell when Jack cuddles up against me and kisses the back of my neck.
“Not tonight! I’m exhausted,” I hiss with more tears in my eyes.
“Why should tonight be any different than any other night?” Jack growls as he rolls and turns his back to me.