REFLECTIONS

By dharmon




As I sat naked looking at myself in the mirror, I had to admit that, for a thirty year old housewife, I didn’t look half bad. At 5 feet tall 115 pounds, I’m very petite and can usually pass for much younger than I am. In fact, just last week, I was out of town at a bar and they carded me at the door. I only have a thirty-four inch bust but very well defined nipples. In other words, when they’re hard you can see them from a half mile away.
I’ve been married for 11 years, no kids, to a man who is 23 years older than myself. So what
am I doing getting ready to go out to a party and fuck a bunch of strangers?
It all started, about 5 years ago when my husband had a stroke. He drives a truck, and on the local run there is a lot of lifting and going up and down stairs. When the doctor said he couldn’t do that any more he had to take a two night long haul that goes warehouse to warehouse with people to load and offload. We’ve been very happy, and I love him very much, and God knows he’s willing; but whenever we have sex he has chest pains. I don’t want him dying so I tend to make excuses when he is home.
When he’s not home I used to go out with some of the girls, but that got really boring after awhile so I started going out by myself. One Tuesday night I had gone to a bar a couple of towns away because they had a “Live” band and I love to dance. I wore a 50/50 button-up dress ( that’s button up on the side with one strap on the same side ), high top stockings and 3″ heels. I looked pretty good but not overly sexy.