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Making A Cheating Wife Squirt

A couple of years ago I was out with a few friends at a local bar. It was a very upscale establishment located in an area of town filled with private golf courses and large homes. This of course brought in a cliental that offered very good scenery while enjoying a couple beers. On this saturday night it seemed like every booth was packed full of gorgeous housewives out with their friends and beautiful couples out for the night without their k**s. Me and my two friends that joined me that night looked very out of place in this bar. This was not your typical college bar atmosphere and the place was rarely frequented by people in their 20's. That, however, is what brought us to this particular bar. We where bored of seeing the same downtown bar sluts week after week and wanted to check out something a little more mature, a little more unobtainable. "The MILFs are out tonight eh boys?" My friend stated as we scanned the room My eyes surveyed the stunning women that filled the bar. I looked down at their hands looking for wedding rings and found that nearly all the women there where married. I don't look for this for the reason most men might, to see which women are available. Instead I am attracted to the sight of a wedding ring on a woman's hand. I had always imagined most married women as bored with their sex lives, looking for something new and different. The thought of making a married woman scream in pleasure like her husband never could was one of my deepest fantasies. At ...

... that time I had never had the opportunity to live out that fantasy but as I looked across the room all I saw was opportunity. My eyes landed on a large corner booth filled with women in their mid 30's looking like they where having a typical girls night out. They leaned in on the table so they could hear each other over the loud music, talking with animated hand gestures, and laughing like they hadn't had a night like this in a long time. I examined each woman, stripping them with my eyes, and picturing how I would fuck them. Then my eyes where met with that of one of the women in the large circular booth. She was directly in the center, leaned back in her seat sipping through the straw in her drink. Embarrassed that I was two obvious in my shameless eye fucking of her and her friends I quickly turned my head. "You got that right!" I responded with almost enough delay to be irrelevant to the previous statement. I turned back to look towards the large corner booth with hesitation. She was still looking directly at me. I quickly glanced away again trying to play it as my eyes just glancing by their table and I was really just turning my head towards the TV just over my shoulder. I turned my head back around after a brief couple of seconds to see her still staring in my direction. The bar tender was walking by so I grabbed her attention. "Can I get a Hendrix and tonic?" I called out holding up one finger I stood up out of my bar stool to pull out my wallet out of my back pocket. ...