Cristina.I love you, And I could love you so much better than that bastard husband of yours! He doesn’t deserve a woman like you . . . !!

It’s Halloween. You’ve invited me, your good friend, to join you (and him . . .) at a local hotel/casino for a costume party. I spot you instantly as I enter the crowded room. You’re the “hot” cop across the room. That leather black mini-skirt can’t hide your sexy ass. And your beautiful breasts are fairly bursting the buttons of your low-cut black vest. I ache to kiss and lick you from the top of your officer’s hat to the bottom of your thigh-high leather boots. I long to taste every inch of your beautiful body.
He doesn’t deserve you . . . so sweet and kind to all the world. But in bed . . . behind closed doors . . . I know you’d be a wild woman, if you just had the right man. If you only had me.
Your costume is perfect!
“Hi Joe,” you say, as I walk up to you. You take one look at the anguish on my face, and you know. Your glance moves to my crotch, where the fabric of my skimpy costume can’t hide my thoughts. I blush. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” I say.
“I know,” you reply, “but you know I’m married.”
“I know,” comes my choked response. “And I know you won’t leave him. But I’d take you anyway. Even just for a night. And I’d cherish you, Cristina. I’d love you like you deserve.”
Cristina looks around the room until she spots him. That husband who ignores her every request. She locates him on the other side of the room, and – sure enough!