The question circled around my game and all the silliness. I don't know why, but I dared myself to go out pretending I was a married. Pretending I was a bored wife to see just how much attention I would get.
Admittedly, I really enjoyed flirting, using my seldom used sex appeal would be fun. At 36 years young I knew I was still young enough yet mature enough to gather plenty of man-interest. However the game I would play was also wild. I questioned myself why I even wanted to play these silly tease games. I mean, I was a successful businesswoman with a lot of money, two houses, wasn't that good enough? Did I really need to be a cock-tease?
Dressing, then acting, pretending to be a cheating wife putting myself out in the middle of the pick-up game would be wild. It would mean drinking, having men come on to me. Even touching me while trying to pick-me-up for a quick lay. I questioned myself whether it was possible for a stranger I had just met to successfully push my buttons and succeed in getting that quick lay. Not happened yet though. I hadn't been cornered yet, but had been close though. My nights usually ended with a kiss and a hug and a phone number exchange. So I decided to make the game more exciting conceding, the chance, not knowing if I would get caught and let a guy have his way with me.
Statistically one out of five women cheat. There's 258 million over 18 in the US alone. 52% are women that means around 27 million women have cheated or were about too. 27 million women spreading their knees for someone other than their partner. WOW!
I personally know two women who secretly cheated when their husbands couldn't get it done. Then there were three others who confided with me after they cheated.
Somehow nature has a funny way of finding its path. I'm quite sure, given the 27 million cheaters, there had to be many women who had cheated just to get pregnant. I wondered if 'nature by design' kicks in and women are easier to seduce if their partner fails to get the job done.
So tonight I would have fun pretending to be one of those whose husband couldn't get it done. Crazy for Baby type. My plan was to head to the hotel club for the games. I finished getting ready. Makeup, perfume, lipstick and finally jewelry. Earings, bracelets, necklace and finally I slipped into my heels. I was ready, looking in the full length mirror the woman was hot, very very hot. So off I went to play games.
The club was truly unremarkable. Just the standard resort hotel club. Dark enough in the back to provide cover for those wanting to be naughty, a bit. The difference between this bar and the many others I had previously visited was the crowd - every one here was a stranger.
My behavior entering the bar would be subtle - I would walk in confidently, find a seat where suitors could hit on me. So I, searched for a perch, choosing the far end of the long curved bar taking the only available seat. I admit the thumping electronic music was a nice prolog to the evening ahead.
My attire, however, was anything but subtle. I had grown quite comfortable in heels. Tonight was the same. The 4" pumps I had on matched my bodycon stretch wrap dress perfectly. I knew how to leverage my assets. I had transitioned from playing the conservative woman to a 'sexy available married woman' and perhaps even bed-able from the suitors perspective.
The tight red dress had only one purpose. To bring attention to the woman daring enough to wear it. It screamed 'this woman is hot, who wants to buy her a drink hoping to have their chance.'
Seeing sexy me, the bartender casually ignored others who had arrived before me, coming to me immediately. "What can I do for you, pretty lady?"
"Maybe something to match my dress." I answered naughtily.
He had seen single women like me in the club frequently. There was always at least one lady, sometimes more selling it. A hot women subconsciously looking for the right man to bed her before the night was done.
My behavioral transformation was amazing accompanying my physical transformation. The flirting would be relaxed. I knew I was desirable given the immediate attention. All the eyes watching me at the club was exciting and terrifying. I felt totally out of control being both sexy, available and dressed to party.
The game almost immediately kicked in. The stream of drink offers from different men wanting to talk me up, looking for a hook up, and leave with the hot bitch in red dress just kept coming. After only one hour three drinks had passed between my lips from interested suitors, but I eventually discarded each one when I became bored with their conversation.
I reapplied my red lipstick ready for more games. Then another cute guy took his shot talking me up. I liked him, his brash direct style. So I decided to play along.
"Wow, nice dress sexy lady!" He offered.
"Thank you young man!"
"First, I'm not all that young. Billy is my name, pleased to make your acquaintance." He answered obviously looking me over for a possible hook up.
"Hello Blly, and just to let you know l'm Married. Very nice to meet you!" We both laughed at my response.
"Okay Married, at least you could tell me your name?"
"Alright. It's Di, short for Diane. FYI, I don't plan on doing anything too crazy tonight." I lied. Even with my words Billy pressed on checking me out as I uncrossed then recrossed my legs intentionally selling my legs.
"Alright, alright. You can at least let me buy you a drink until your husband shows up."
"I'd like that, but my husband isn't here tonight. So no hurry at all." This, of course, was partially correct as I didn't have one.
"So Di, your husband is not with you and you're out drinking, flirting, beautifully dressed out alone tonight? Nice!" He answered. Or was it his cock answering?
"Well, I guess, sort of. Hubby is away on business and I decided to hit the beach to work on my tan this weekend. And tonight, felt like going out for a few drinks. I figured if I dressed up nicely, someone might offer me a drink or two and would be nice company for a bit."
"Well looking at you. Out, alone, in a very cute outfit you're gonna get plenty of attention. But you knew that, didn't you?" He asked.
"I guess I did. OK, I might have over done it, a bit, you know. I mean its the first time out alone in four years. It was between this dress, office attire, or jeans."
"So why tonight Di? Is your marriage on the rocks, not working out?" He asked.
"Honestly? I was a little lonely at home so why not have a beach weekend? I'm here now. Nothing wrong with that, right?" I answered avoiding the question.
"So a married women is out alone on Friday night. Doesn't sound like the best of marriages?" He asked trying to figure me out.
"Honestly. Lets not go there, ok!" I led him on letting him think I was unhappy and maybe interested in straying.
"Well Di, I think you might need someone to protect you. I could be your date tonight if you like?"
"So you think this girl needs someone running protection?" I answered highlighting my dress with my hands moving from my hips then lower.
"Oh yeah Di. You never know if a pervert might be lurking around the corner, now do you?"
"And?" I asked.
