Made Love to a Married Man … He Kept Our Underwear FFM [FM]

So Babs and I decided to go to this super fancy as fuck cocktail place downtown.

Babs is not leaving much to the imagination. She had a mini halter dress on. Sleeveless. Backless. Exposed belly. Exposed chest. Just two straps running up each side, covering her glorious tits, looping around at her neck.

I dressed more reserved. I had a mini dress on as well but it covered everything and was full sleeve. Just a small cut out at the back.

There was no real intention of picking someone up for sex. We just wanted to get drunk.

Anyways, we’re enjoying ourselves at the restaurant. This was going to be one expensive night looking at the price of each drink and the bites they had on menu.

Babs has been eyeing a table of men for a while. Particularly one guy. He looks older. Had to have been mid 30s. But he was pretty good looking.

“Go pick him up” she tells me

I just look at her

“You know … for a whore you’re so useless … ”

She doesn’t do anything

“Well aren’t you going?” I ask