I hate stories of cuckolds, cheating wives, slut wives etc. They make me sick. They give me sleepless nights. I want to puke. But the web is full of them. So Why did this plot come into my head? Maybe if I write the story I'll be able to sleep quietly again...
My straight, married, work colleague get the best blowjob of his life from my twenty year old boyfriend. What a start to our first work Vegas trip since COVID.
He lost his beloved sister, the only person he ever loved or who loved him, followed by both of his parents. He rightly blames the District Attorney, and the drugged out vagrant bums who killed her and then were allowed to go free. With no reason to suppress his inner demons, he seeks revenge on the guilty.
Being this close to young horny males eyeing my breasts and legs as they often do. It started to make my mind wonder about being more sexual with the young guys sexual. So I started dressing in more revealing clothes where it was easy to flirt and tease them, just to see how serious some of them were about being flirtatious with me.