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Once in a while, Kim had suggested to Mike that he should just go and sleep with an escort when he was too demanding, or constantly badgering her to fuck or dress up, while she felt overwhelmed with work and kids. Yet, she was pissed when she saw the suspicious charge on their credit card bill after he’d returned from his latest business trip to St. Martin. He had mentioned how the Island is the sin city of the Caribbean and told her about the Cigar Bar, where they’d go after meetings to smoke Cuban cigars and drink rum. He had mentioned, in passing, how places like that all had Columbian and Dominican prostitutes hustling for business. He always claimed that he’d never given in to any of their advances. But looking at this entertainment charge, she knew that at least this once, he hadn’t behaved like the innocent faithful husband he claimed to be.She maybe could have forgiven the digression if he’d been upfront about it. After all, she liked to think of herself as open-minded and not a prude. She wasn’t that insecure that she thought a night with an escort would ruin their marriage. But now she found herself thinking of how to get revenge for this act of unsanctioned infidelity. Kim was going through her mental list of masturbation subjects, wondering which one she could sleep with to get back at him. There was the muscle guy at the gym who would always chat with her. She didn’t even know his name, but he was hot and always gave off a vibe that he was into her which was flattering. Then there was John, the single guy at work, younger too, who sat in the cubicle next to her. She would ask him at times about his hook-ups and give him some girl advice. He was sweet, but a bit clumsy and shy. Then there was Mary, her Zumba instructor. She was hot and sometimes Kim would invite her into her imagination during some solo fingering action to assist her in getting over the edge. “Nah, that would be too cliché,” Kim thought. Perhaps fun to masturbate to, but it seemed too much work and too complicated to pursue. She bahis şirketleri was happy to keep them as her imaginary friends. “What can I do to pay him back?” she thought. “How can I make him truly feel that he crossed a line and make him suffer where it hurts?” Suddenly she knew. “Driving him wild and denying his cock!”She came up with a devious plan. She would seduce him as she’d never done before. Get him as horny and sex crazy as he’d ever been. Make him realize that the whore he’d been with was nothing compared to hot sex he could get at home. But, when she got him to that point, she would deny him. She would teach him a lesson that this woman doesn’t need him to get her pleasure. So he’d better treat her with respect if he wanted to get what his heart (and cock) desired.She set her plan in motion. Picked out her flirtiest dress: black, tightly hugging her breasts and hips. It was just long enough that it was passable to wear in public but short enough to reveal some delicious glimpses of the treats her body had to offer if she reached up or bent over. Showing off a flash of her lace underwear, the top of her stockings hugging her thighs, the rounding of a butt cheek. The cut-out right at the small of her back would show the tasty grapes of her hot lower back tattoo. It made her feel sexy and she knew it was always a huge turn on for Mike, making him fuck her even harder and deeper when she was on all fours. She got dressed, putting her hair in a high ponytail as she’d normally do to keep it out of the way to give him a good blowjob. Aiming to get his hopes up. Then she put on some dark red lipstick and her sexy black boots. The boots balanced her feminine side with a more masculine touch to show him who’s boss. She checked herself out in the mirror. Just right. “I’d hit that if I was him,” she thought approvingly. She snapped a picture showing off her backside, sticking out her nicely shaped buns and arching just enough to show a flash of her butt cheek and dark pink lacy underwear. She sent bahis firmaları it to him. “Stressful day, I’m going for a lunch walk by the waterfront. See you there?” she texted. He quickly texted back. “Meet you there? Where?” “Ah that horny sucker,” she thought deviously. And then she ignored him. The rest of the lunch hour she must have gotten at least ten messages from him getting increasingly desperate. Clearly, he was worrying that he was missing out.“Where are you? I walked down the waterfront trail, but not seeing you! Did I miss you?” She smiled, as she was lying comfortably naked, except for her warm socks, in bed at home. Just her, some lube, and her favorite purple dildo. Slowly playing with her pussy, in no particular hurry to make herself come. “I got him just where I want him,” she thought.When the lunch hour was over and she knew he was back at his desk, she texted him again. “Whoops, sorry I missed all your texts. Thought you were busy and couldn’t respond. I still had my phone on silent. Decided to get back early instead for some relaxing me-time. Will make it up to you!” Wink and heart emojis.Then she sent him an upskirt picture of her wet swollen pussy and black bush that she had taken earlier. “Whoops, silly me. Lost my underwear on the Lakewalk, did you see it anywhere?” she texted him knowing it would drive him mad and ruin any remote possibility of him being productive this afternoon. He’d be just sitting behind his desk or in a meeting, thinking about wanting to fuck her hot cunt. All the blood in his body and any intelligence he may have left seemingly concentrated in his big throbbing cock. He texted back an eye-popping out emoji followed by, “I’ll try to get home early.” She smiled deviously. “Mission accomplished!”Later, she heard him come home. Way earlier than normal. “Hey love, I wrapped up things as fast as I could, so we have some time before the kids get home,” he called out.“Oh, hi Mike,” she said from her home office somewhat absentmindedly. “Sorry but I’m in the middle kaçak bahis siteleri of something that I need to finish.” He walked over to the home office anticipating embracing his hot wife. There she sat in her old mom jeans and comfy unflattering sweatshirt staring at some boring spreadsheet on the computer screen. He never liked it when she wore that outfit, but he also knew he couldn’t expect her to dress up for him all the time. But in any case, not quite what he had expected to come home to. “Everything alright?” he said. “Oh yeah, just got this assignment that needs to get done. Can you be a help and get dinner ready and then take the kids to practice, since you’re home early?”“Uhm, yeah sure, OK,” he said. He left her office noticeably disappointed to do as she asked. He got the groceries, cooked dinner, and got the kids fed and ready for their round of evening activities. “I’m heading out to drop them off at practice,” he called. “Yes, see you in a bit. I’ll be ready for you!” she said. He got a glimmer of hope again. They would have about an hour in between drop-off and pick-up again. Just enough for a good romp without having to worry about being noisy or walking around naked while fucking in different spots around the house. “Sure thing!” he yelled up to her office. “Will be back in a jiffy.”As soon as she heard the door shut, she got up, changed back into her sexy black dress, put on a fresh pair of undies, and donned some of his favorite lipstick and perfume. Then she put her hair back up in a ponytail, just to mess with him. She picked out her hottest heels since she didn’t have to go far anyway. Then she also got a few things ready for him. “Hey babe, I’m back,” he called up from the basement. “I’m up here in the TV room, getting things ready,” she said. When he walked in, he saw her bending over, her fine ass and pink slip showing. One of her lips popping out on one side and some of her black bushy curls trying to escape. “I’m having trouble again with the DVD,” she said. “Can you help?” “Hmm, yes of course,” he said, excited about the idea of watching some porn together with this hotness and having sex on the family couch. He quickly moved over, placing his hand on her buttcheek, and said, “Let me take a look at this.”
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