So I’m kind of an oversexed chick. My husband and I go to sex clubs and do couples stuff, and I let him have a girlfriend, which turns me on. He knows I fuck around too, but he doesn’t want to know about it. Recently I went to Chicago on a work conference and knew it was a great opportunity to do some fucking around. I wore a dress that barely covered my tits, which I completely love, and went running around the city like a little slut. The first night I made out with a guy at a bar, but he wasn’t up to my standards to bring him back to my hotel. Second night, no luck either. The third night I finally found somebody on Tinder that I was into, but unfortunately my friend had come up from Ohio to spend the last night in the hotel with me. I secretly texted him all night while I was at the bar with her and when we got back to the hotel she passed out pretty quickly. I mumbled something about going out for Tylenol and went downstairs barefoot, still in my dress.