For those of you who read my last story, you’ll know I’m looking to branch out a bit. I made the decision and went full send on trying to get fucked by a man. I intentionally went to a gay bar downtown last night and spotted an older straight couple at the bar. He was average looking but she was a real looker. (I later found out she was essentially a trophy wife and he was a wealthy real estate mogul.)Feeling immense nerves, I walked over and chatted them up, trying to flirt with both at the same time.
The husband got the message and asked, “do you have plans for tonight?”
“Nothing specific, just trying to have some fun,” I replied.
The wife spoke up and told me “we are looking to bring someone home with us tonight.”
“Do you live far?” I asked.
“We have a hotel three blocks from here. Have you done this before?”
I think she asked that because I was shaking like a leaf and probably visibly nervous.
“No, but I want to. That’s why I approached you”