|Aside from the slightly larger breasts, |
she looked exactly like Savannah - especially the hair
When a woman is that forthright what the fuck do you do?
The obvious answer is to take her home and fuck her, but when you're married that's not so easy. Most syndicated advice columnists would tell you to allow yourself to feel flattered by the attention but firmly let the admirer know you were married and that nothing could happen. The problem was, this blond bombshell already knew I was married - and didn't care. She wanted me. Bad.
The other problem was that I hadn't had sex for three weeks and was as horny as hell. I wanted her bad too, and I was already imagining her on all fours on my bed, her long blond hair splayed down her back as she looked back at me, begging me to stuff my big fat throbbing cock into her wet cunt and pound her hard.
Just thinking about it made my engorged cock throb and twitch, which was embarrassing given we were both on the dancefloor at a friends birthday party.
It was her fault I had a massive and obvious hard-on on the dance floor, since she had literally just seconds earlier whispered breathlessly in my ear all the dirty things she wanted to do to me. Like I said, when a woman is that forthright what the fuck do you do?
My resolve melted and the best my sex addled brain could manage was to agree to going back to her place instead, where I promised I would indeed bend her over and fuck her mercilessly, doggy style.
So we left the party and went back to her place, where she led me up to her bedroom. I excused myself briefly and went to the bathroom (all those cocktails!) but when I returned...
There in front of me stood my wife!!
To say this was not what I was expecting was an understatement. I've never cheated on my wife before, despite the opportunities (yes, women have offered themselves), because I was always too paranoid - I always figured these offers were part of an elaborate honey trap set up by wife. That if I went home with these women I'd discover my wife waiting for me, pointing her finger at me and screaming "Hah! I knew it!!"
And here she was, standing in front of me, my worst fears realized. My face fell, and my jaw dropped.
"Oh... do you want me to put the blond wig back on?" she asked, sensing my disappointment.