cheating wife x man

[esmeraldaflame]

Marilyn sat uneasily in the bar. Veronica and the girls were supposed to meet her here an hour ago, but so far, they were no-shows. The 47 year old woman adjusted herself in her stool and stirred her drink. Despite her age, she still had some of the features of a girl 20 years younger: enormous boobs that bulged out of her tight dress, sleek, elegant curves, and an hourglass figure - albeit her stomach sagged slightly from leftover fat from her pregnancies. Still, she looked rather beautiful for her age; complete with long black hair done up in a ponytail.

Marilyn noted the looks she was getting from the bar's male patrons, and tried to keep her posture suited to cater to thier desires. She kept her breasts puffed out and her stomach sucked in. Her uneasiness, however, came about due to the fact she was married. Yet, her girl-friends pointed out, her marriage was a sham, at this point. Everytime she met them for drinks like this, they insisted they play the field.

There are plenty of lonely men here who are cute and would make far better lovers than that dead-beat of a husband of yours ever will, they said. Still, Marilyn did feel a bit self concious. All this was wrong, yet for some reason, she really didn't feel like backing down, now that she was here and looking pretty.

 

[experimental_d]

David leaned against the bar trying desperately to maintain interest in the group conversation he was involved in. His workmates really were intensely boring. He picked up his drink to take a sip, the muscles in his arms tensing slightly revealing the painstaking hours he spent in the gym. He stood out from the group he was with because not only was he 6ft 5, but he had delightfully strong facial features, his defined jaw covered in a light sprinkling of stubble. His short brown hair compliment his eyes but contained a slight element of early greyness, he liked to think showed the wiseness he contained that was way beyond his years. He had gently tanned skin and his tight white shirt clung to the body he worked so religiously on.

He was bored and as usual he thoughts moved to the fairer sex. He had never had problem picking up women but he had become bored with the club scene, the endless grinding and lack of personalities, he longed to discover someone cultured, older than him. He had truly lost interest in the conversation and his eyes began darting around the room. The bar was not packed but still lively.

Come on guys let head to the club, time to start picking up the Friday night ladies hey dave!

Dave, he hated being called Dave. He smiled weakly at the stupid comment, and he knew he had not convinced them, he was not sure he would even follow them to the club tonight. He continued his scan of the bar. His eyes suddenly came to a rest on a group of women in the corner, all very attractive and the whites of their smiles bounced around as they laughed and enjoyed themselves. He was about to look away when he noticed the woman sitting at the back of the group against the wall. In all honestly the way she pushed her breasts out had caught his attention, but he was soon discovering everything about her. The understated prettiness of her face, moving seamlessly into a long black ponytail that curled and journeyed elegantly down her back. From what he could make out she had delightful curves, the confident body of a real woman. He realised he had been looking, almost staring for too long, he had become instantly interested in this beautiful women. She was not the loudest and obvious of the group, but she an understated sexiness. She was the kind of woman he needed now.

He noticed he was not alone, and other men around the bar would often give her admiring glances. His friends were starting to drink up and he could hear the slamming of glasses next to him, as they hurried to finish and make it to the club. David sipped his, he now had no intention of moving on…