Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Fuckbuddy Motel - No-strings sex at the Value Motel.

This wasn't the first time I cheated on my wife, but all of my prior hookups were very forgettable, even downright shameful. What happened to me last September was incredible. My wife hated Donna the first time we met her at the bar. We were out celebrating a friend’s birthday, and all of us were more wasted than we had been in years. It was great. As I got drunker, my wife started looking like she did back when she was hotter than hell—at least she appeared that way to me. The way she kept staring at me, it seemed like she felt the same about me and I was going to get some drunk humping tonight. The kids were staying at friends’ houses.

But once Donna started flirting with me, all chances of me getting laid by my wife went out the window. Donna was wearing a stretchy pink tank top that showed off her nice round tits and perky little nips. She was young and blonde with perfect pale skin—the kind of girl you couldn’t help but check out and wonder, does she shave her cooch? At first glance, I suspected this bitch did shave.

Anyway, she was finishing off bottles of Sam Adams like a champ. She just seemed like a cool young chick, and on top of all that, she kept looking over at me and smiling, running her tongue around her bottle when I stared back.
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