Waiting for him to come was something I did all the time anymore, it was getting pretty old, and I was tired of not having my husband’s attention. When we first married the sex was so hot we couldn’t get enough of each other. Now that he spent all the time at the office, I never saw him, and he never called. I figured that he was having an affair, even though I confronted him he swore that he wasn’t, it’s just something that women know. I decided I wasn’t going to stay home on this particular Friday night; I was going to go out have a good time and forget that I was married. I put on my best black cocktail dress, push up bra, and garter with thigh highs. I picked out my black 3 inch spiked heels. I flipped my hair put on some red lipstick and headed out for a night of clubbing. I looked hot and I knew it, and I was going to party like I was single.
I pulled up in my black Mercedes in front of the first club, it was a gay and lesbian bar, and it was fun to go here no pressure especially if you were married unless you wanted to. I walked in, and walked up to the bar looking around at the guys who were just simply flaming. And the girls that looked like real dyke guys. Stepping up to the bar the bartender who was obviously a flamer himself poured me an LIT, my favorite drink. I picked it up and found a little table in the corner where I could scope out the scene in the room. I sat down and crossed my long legs. Maybe I had sat there three seconds when a girl with long red hair walked over to my table. She wore heels similar to mine, had on a beautiful cream colored dress that hugged her curves. She was definitely hot, she smiled as she approached, and I reciprocated the smile.
“You expecting someone?” she asked me.
“No, help yourself,” I answered.
She sat down and crossed her legs as well, she told me her name was Debbie, and that she was single right now. I ordered her a drink and we talked for at least an hour about all sorts of things. She leaned in close to me several times and I anticipated a kiss but it didn’t happen. Her lips were full and luscious and I found myself thinking about how they would feel on mine.
“Would you like to go to the backroom,” she asked me.
“What’s’ back there,” I asked.
She smiled took my hand and we headed to a hallway past the bar, there were tons of rooms on each side of the hallway we entered one about halfway back.