Bianca's Redlight Erotica

I knew being married would be hard. The only thing I didn't anticipate was the loneliness. My husband works all the time, which leaves me at home alone.
It got to be more than I could stand, so I started going out and hitting the local clubs. Looking back, I guess I was looking for trouble, but I didn't realize it until I'd found it. I like to attract a little attention when I go out. It's a good way to keep your bar tab down.
One night I slipped into a thin cotton dress which was cut high above the knee and low on my chest - and so tight it guaranteed I'd get all the attention I wanted. The club was typically crowded for a Friday night. All the regulars were there, including this guy who'd been flirting with me hard for the last couple weeks. He knew I was married, but that didn't seem to stop him. I wouldn't have been so encouraging, but he was damned hot, tall, I flirted with him all night. I even let him drag me onto the dance floor and grind me for a while. I could feel his cock through his jeans and it did make me more than a little curious. Of course, the more he drank, the more he tried to fondle me. I was enjoying it, even though I had no intention of letting things go further. I finally suggested he step outside to get some air. He said he would, if I went too. I agreed. The night was chilly and his eyes were glued to my nipples poking through my dress. He grabbed me and kissed me hard. I struggled to get out of his arms, but he was very strong. He finally stopped, saying, "You've been teasing me for weeks. It's time for you to give it up." I started to tell him no, but it was clear he wasn't listening to anything I had to say. He kissed me again, his hands grabbing my ass. I was crushed against him and the longer we kissed, the more I found I liked it. It had been weeks since I fucked my husband and all that frustration came rushing forward. This guy sensed the change in me and moved his hands forward, mauling my tits. He pulled open the front of my dress and pulled my thick nipples through my bra, just having my tits touched made me practically scream. I was busy rubbing his cock through his jeans. I wanted to fuck him so badly. He pushed me against a car, pulling up my dress while I worked on his jeans. The parking lot was small and not badly lit. Anyone coming in or out of the bar could have seen us if they'd looked, but all that mattered to me was getting that cock in me. Everyone in the bar could think I was some kind of slut, I didn't care. "Come on, baby, do it, fuck me," I begged this guy. Then he pulled my panties aside and slipped two fingers inside me. Again, I nearly scream, I was so wet sooo ready. I was positively gushing. He sat me up on the hood of the car and shoved his cock inside me. He was nice and thick and my pussy clung to him. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him farther inside me. I tried to be quiet, but it was hard. I know we must have drawn some attention. I came first, biting his shoulder to muffle my cries. Brian came right behind me shooting his load deep inside me. He pulled out and I hopped off the hood, trying to fix myself. My pussy was a dripping, gooey mess.
I felt so alive and yet guilty. I decided not to do that again, which is why I got into phone sex.
Best decision ever....