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Therapy She walked into the dark bar not really sure why again she was there. All that she knew was that she was not dressed how she was comfortable with and was not entirely sure that she looked good in it. Her black leather jacket followed her curves well and her jeans were far tighter and hung much lower than she was used to. The black tank top showed more cleavage than her mother would have ever approved. But the extended glances she got from the men as she walked in let her know she had done something right. She still couldn't believe this all started from grabbing the wrong cell phone and reading that text. Her short brown hair was styled tight so it would not get in the way, and that particular shade of red lipstick even turned her on. She knew everyone was here for the same thing, but no one wanted to admit it and bring attention to it. Everyone had their part they wanted to play, for their own reasons. Most of the men were in suits, trying to play the part of some rich executive, but most failed because the suits did not fit the way a tailored one would. The women had more variety, from the lady in the evening dress to the librarian. The problem with cell phones is that they all look the same unless you put on a cover. Marie had just gotten a new one and heard the familiar ding of a text. Even though she was at book club, she never knew if she needed to pick up something for one of the or her husband on the way home. She picked up the phone and read the text.....it shocked her at first, she knew it was not for her, but when her friend Kate asked for the phone, she was in even more disbelief that she could ever receive something like that. Marie strolled through the bar and ordered a whiskey on the rocks. It burned on the way down, she would never drink this willingly she thought. But she wanted to complete her role. A tall man with sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, and sexy amount of black stubble on his chin sat next to her. He was wearing jeans, boots, and plaid buttoned up shirt, untucked. His role must be that of a cowboy, or some kind of outdoors type. Her husband never stayed far from civilization..... The text series said "You left those amazing panties here last night, I always have had a thing for blue and lace". "I dont believe you will want them back, as they are torn and covered in more than my cum". "You put on quite a show and next time a few more friends want to join us". She never bothered learning the outdoorsman name, there was no need. All she knew that was his eyes looked deep into her, and his was of controlling the conversation and building<b> sexual tension </font></b>was something she never knew was possible. The white satin bikinis she knew were now drenched, but she had a feeling they would not be going home with her and she would need to be doing more more shopping before her next encounter. The number who the texts came from had a name tied to it, so this text was no accident. But Kate had been married for 10 years and had 2 wonderful . How could she ever be into anything like that? Marie gave the outdoorsman a nod and walked toward a back room. He followed, staring at how her ass moved. She had never been looked at like that before and it excited her more. She opened the door to the dark room, she knew others were in there for the same thing, a low light gave outlines of other women performing the act she was about to..... |
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