I watched my husband leave for his “guys night out” and he didn’t even kiss me goodbye.We are both so angry all the time. Too much stress over our jobs is killing our relationship.I’m not sure if he even loves me anymore and I’m at such a low point. His walking out has pushed me down a road I never thought I would travel when I met him.Tonight, I will find someone that wants me. I will find my pleasure again.I’m standing in the bathroom, freshly showered, he likes my pussy trimmed. But tonight, I shave my pussy completely bald. Everything that he likes I’m doing just the opposite.Tonight, I’m going dark, tonight, I’m going sexy, and I’m going to play a character, a whore. I want to be fucked hard, I want to feel a cock hard inside my soaking wet pussy and I want to hear a man’s lust-filled grunts, as he pounds me without love or feeling.Tonight, I’m not thinking about anything other than feeling wanted again.I know what looks good on my body. I’m going to wear the black short leather skirt that he bought Ümraniye Escort me for my birthday. A push-up bra that hardly covers my tits, a white silk blouse that I’ll leave three buttons undone, black silk thigh highs, and black stiletto heels. The final touch will be diamond drop earrings and a diamond drop necklace that touches my cleavage. One last glance in the mirror and I’m feeling sexy. I spritz on some perfume in all the right places.If he doesn’t want me, fuck him!Saturday night in downtown Grand Rapids is very busy. Lots of clubs, a variety of choices to pick from.I decided on an upscale Wine Bar. They have valet parking, I’m not walking far in these heels.The valet opens my door. I watch his eyes as he takes a peek at my blouse and it makes me smile.The bar is all mirrors and soft lights, quiet corners for talking and a comfortable bar area for mingling with others.I choose to sit at the bar, so I find a seat near the end of the bar with a few empty Ümraniye Escort Bayan seats around me. I order a glass of red and wait.I’m sipping my drink just watching the room. My eyes land on a man watching me. Our eyes lock for a few minutes, he winks, I smile and nod. I turn my intentions to my phone. My husband just texted me, “Don’t wait up for me.”I text back, “No worries.”The bartender brings me another glass of wine and says, “Compliments from the gentlemen over there in a cowboy hat.” I turn in the direction the bartender points to and my eyes are locked again with the same man as before and he winks.I watch as he excuses himself from his friends and walks over to me. I notice everything in moments. He’s tall, walks with the confidence of a man used to being in charge and getting what he wants. He’s sexy and my heart is racing. Time to play.I can smell his cologne as he gets closer. My pussy contracts, my throat goes dry. Slowly, I lift the cocktail Escort Ümraniye to my lips as he leans close to my ear and says, “Pardon my boldness but a lady like you should never drink alone. May I join you?”I nod my head yes as he’s already pulling the barstool closer. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. We start flirting right away. He’s very charming. He takes my left hand, rubbing the diamond ring, he doesn’t ask and I don’t offer, we both know.~~I was with my friends drinking beer and playing poker when I looked at your location on my phone and saw you weren’t home. I zoomed in on your location, I couldn’t believe it. You’re at a bar, without me! I see red, I’m pissed and I’m jealous, you’re my wife.At first, I think about calling you but, instead, I decide to go there and remind you who you belong to. I sit in the back of the bar watching you as you sit at the bar. You don’t know I’m there as I see you in a leather skirt, short and tight to your ass, and your blouse has the top three buttons open, with your push-up bra that just covers your stiff nipples.You’re flirting with a man as you are both rubbing each other’s thighs. His hand slips under your skirt and I see you turn towards him, as you spread your legs wider, so he can reach your moist, hot pussy, as your hand rubs his bulge in his pants.