Hi there, my name is Samantha, I'm 24 and... ugh... Married. Don't get me wrong I love my husband but I'm just not made for marriage. One reason that I shouldn't be married is that I am bisexual and needless to say my husband doesn't have tits and a pussy. Another reason is that I need variety in my lovers.
So let me tell you about how little ole me stays sane. I go down to the coffee shop on the corner and I pick up guys... or girls. It's not hard, I'm very pretty I stand somewhere around 5'7" tall, I weigh 115 lbs, have long red hair and dark green eyes and of course I have pretty tits, 36C. I don't think I am being stuck up, am I?
Anyway let me tell you about one of my favourite guys that I met down at that coffee shop. James, that's all I know him as, just James. It was the summer, and my husband had gone off on a trip to France for the month of July so I didn't even have to worry about getting caught. I went down to the coffee shop and ordered my usual and sat in a little booth all by myself. When he walked in I had a feeling that we would be getting together later on. He got a coffee and started looking for somewhere to sit, but by this time it had filled up and the only seat left was right across from me in my booth, so I tried to get his attention.
"Hey! Need a seat?" I called out to him; he looked over and started towards me. "Hi." I said as he got to my booth.
"Hi, thank you for the seat it's really full in here." He said, I wasn't really listening to him, I was busy checking him out, he was 6'5", probably around 220lbs, and he had short blonde hair and captivating blue eyes.
"Yeah..." I trailed off "I'm Samantha, how are you?" I asked him.
"I'm good, my name is James." He replied. We sat and talked and went through at least 2 more coffees. I learned that he had a girlfriend, which would make this a little tougher, but not too much. He also told me that he was a baseball player on the local minor league team. I didn't care about baseball but that was still cool.