Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Becoming A Cheating Wife (Part 2)

... to hear my order. I took half of a sip of my vodka and cranberry before I noticed him watching me. He grinned; I smiled back. Styled black hair that I just wanted to run my fingers through, chiseled face of a Greek god and underneath his blue dress shirt it looked like a chiseled body too. He made me forget about my nervousness about coming here alone. Of course it didn’t stop there. He had other effects on me too. I took another sip and when I looked back towards the other side of the bar, I found an empty spot where he once stood. Too good to be true. Too good to be interested in me. As I took a longer sip of my drink. While tasting the liquor, I debated how long I would stay there. Before I could debate that too long, a hand touched my back. I turned, hoping to see styled black hair and chiseled face. Instead I found black hair without the sexy styling, a cute but not drop dead sexy face and a warm smile. Not a ten like the Greek god, but a six or seven, maybe an eight. He held out his hand. “I’m Todd.” A rather straightforward but boring approach. However, better than the last guy who hit on me as I left the mall last Saturday. That guy had no qualms about letting me know how nice he thought my tits looked. Todd took a peek at the cleavage escaping from the top of my dress or he might’ve just been looking for my hand to see if I would shake his. I reached out my hand and shook his. I hesitated for a second before I said, “I’m Jessica.” He greeted me with a strong grip ...

... and bigger smile. “It’s nice to meet you Jessica.” By no means the Greek god, but still good looking. The first guy more of a fantasy, this guy more of a reality. Could actually go through with it? We made small talk until I finished my drink. He looked at the glass and asked, “Can I buy you another drink?” “Sure.” If I even thought I might want to go through with this, I would need more than just one drink. Three drinks later a warm buzz ran through my whole body and the alcohol wasn’t the only thing to blame. In the crunch of the crowd, Todd had wrapped his arm around me and our bodies pressed together as we talked. As he told me about his trip here for work, I wanted to kiss him. I looked into his brown eyes and saw a lust filled look that had been missing from my husband. “Do you want to do dance?” he asked when he realized I hadn’t heard a word he had said for the past few minutes. “I’d love to.” It had been way too long since the last time I had gone dancing. My husband hated the dance floor and the only time I could get him near it was at a wedding. We finished our drinks and left them on the bar counter. Todd took my hand and led me through the crowd. His strong hand gripping mine sent a surge of electric energy into me. I walked on clouds through the crowded mass. My heart started to pound. Not the best dancer, but at least he tried. He kind of just moved side to side, but I would call it cute. He became sexy when he closed the distance between us. He pressed his body ...