She was married, with a kid, ambitious but bored, hungry for varietyand excitement. She was liberated and liked women as much as men. Shewas wasted on...her 'vanilla' loving husband.She knew about me. She understood completely. I could tell by theway she eyed me up and down, noticing details I thought I could getaway with, that others would glance over and not register. Mydelicate watch that would remain hidden under my oh so straight shirtsleeves, my pure silk socks hiding stockings underneath,. . without the wine, she's a prude, uninterested in any sexy times. But with a glass or two, she gets a little warm and a little turned on.She had three glasses.Twenty minutes later, she dragged me upstairs. "I'm sleepy!" she protested. But as soon as she got into bed, the sound of her magic wand came from under the blankets. I slipped off my boxers and started to stroke myself, getting ready for her. She likes to have her neck and chest kissed while she vibrates herself, and I'm happy to. I didn’t realy mind until he started feeling..her up.” Her staggered breathing making it difficult for her to speak. “I stormed off and he followed me out the bar. We had it out..there and I told him to take me home. He did. And here we are.” She looked up at me and I saw tears streaking down her beautiful bloodshot eyes. I brushed some hair out of her face.“What a dick. Want me to kick his ass for you?” She chuckled and replied with a soft no then put her head back on my chest. "You smell. Llegué a West 5th y había mucho más y yo caminaba por la calle mirando que quería un truco, oh Dios. Empecé a ponerme nerviosos por esto. Estaba pensando en dar la vuelta y empujar la tuerca. Llegué a la esquina para cruzar y, por supuesto, había autos frente a los que había cruzado la calle. Seguí diciéndome a mí mismo que estoy más cerca de donde estar. He visto a un tipo mirándome por el rabillo del ojo. Quería que la falda trasera fuera demasiado corta, estoy seguro de que si miraste.