i was incredibly hormonal and awful this afternoon; my fiancé had had me suck him off the night before, and it had gotten me so so wet. when i asked him to get me off, he refused, and eventually i fell asleep dripping and incredibly unfulfilled. as a result of that, i picked a dumb fight while i was at work and blew up at him. i knew if i was gonna have any fucking hope of keeping myself together, i had to get fucked.
while i was at work, this guy came in, wearing a wedding ring but absolutely flirting with me. i was wearing a tiny lil black semi see thru crop top (no bra), and a tiny lil wrap around plaid skirt that had a split almost up to my pussy (no panties) and obviously made a point to bend over to show off for him. i passed him my # in his purchase, and not even a full minute after he left, he was txting and asking what i was doing after work. i replied “u 😜”. he told me that if we were gonna do this, we’d have to be so so so careful because – get this – he would have to host me because his wife would hear if he left but id have to be so quiet.