Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

My stressful week ended with missed deadlines for two high priority new clients because of things out of my control and an uncomfortable one on one conversation with my boss, followed by bumper to bumper traffic. When I returned home, I wanted to do nothing other than put on a pair of my favorite comfy sweat pants, an old t-shirt. I wanted to order Chinese delivery so I could spend the rest of the night on the couch in front of the television. Unfortunately, Paul hadn’t put that into the night’s itinerary. My husband had planned a night out for me. Normally a good thing, but I wouldn’t call this a date, or anything even close to that. I don’t even know how to explain what he had planned for the night. I found a tiny black dress waiting for me on our bed. I picked it up and looked at it. It definitely didn’t come from my closet. I would’ve never bought it. Maybe back in college, but not now. I took a quick shower then tried it on anyways. I knew my husband would be disappointed if I didn’t. The designer didn’t make the dress for women like me. I could barely get it on, the whole time worrying that I would rip it and my husband wouldn’t be able to return it. It fit skin tight, showing off all of my curves and not in the sexy sort of way. I’d like to think I have all of the right curves still, however the tightness combined with the extremely low cut neckline made my front look like someone trying to relive their wild college years. Not to mention the backside that barely ...

... covered my ass. If I bent over the whole world would see my underwear. I peeled it off and picked out another dress from my closet. A black dress, but otherwise completely different. Still what I would like to think of as sexy, but a whole lot more classy. It still showed off my cleavage, but just a peek. It left my curves to the imagination of the viewer. Because I left work late and because of the traffic I ran into on the way home, I hurried to get to the club on time. It left little time to do my hair and makeup. I skipped grabbing anything to eat. I drove to the club with my heart pounding and my mind full of questions. Why did I agree to play this game? Why did he have fantasies like this? Would I actually go through with it? I did go through with driving to the club, even though I felt like turning around at every intersection. I sat in my car in the parking lot, still wanting to go home. Finally, I gave in. I decided to go in. I would have a drink or two, then go back home and say the game didn’t work out. I went inside, walked straight to the bar and wasted no time getting the bartender’s attention. I ordered my drink and hoped he would make it strong. It was just after nine, but people already surrounded the bar and started over flowing on to the dance floor. Colorful lights flashed, illuminating faces for a second then moving on. The bass from the electronic music vibrated my body. I felt old, I wanted to ask them to turn the volume down. I had to yell for the bartender ...