This episode was originally posted by Xyzzy in 2012. I will remove if the original author requests its removal.
Sally sat alone at the club table. What had started out to be an outrageously fun adventure had become scary and confusing. She knew that she needed a good cry but strangely she really wanted to hit something instead, or maybe someone. Yes definitely someone, and she knew exactly who that someone was. "I can't believe I was attracted to that Latin shit," she berated herself. "I hate waiting and I hate worrying about Mark. He's so small and vulnerable now. I want him where I can see him. God those tits and heels," Sally thought and shifted around to accommodate the erection that accompanied her thoughts of Mark.
"Excuse me, Mark?" A busty red head with matching puffy red lips said as she oozed into the adjacent seat. "My name is Eliza. Senor' Roberto sends his compliments."
Sally frowned in puzzlement. She'd been sent complimentary drinks many times when she was single, occasionally even after she'd married Mark, but Eliza had not brought a drink?
"Oh my gawd," Eliza realized immediately. "This guy's not a player. This could be interesting."
Sally froze when Eliza placed her hand on what she believed to be Mark's thigh and slowly stroked it up Sally's now throbbing erection. Sally was petrified with wildly conflicting emotions. She knew that this was wrong, but at the same time it felt so incredibly fantastic. Telling herself that she was going to stop this, she moved her hand over the top of Eliza's hand and held it there against the damned wonderful frustrating pulsing erection as Eliza drove Sally crazy under the table.
"Shall we go," Eliza whispered into Sally's ear as she nibbled it.
Breathing fast and shallow with the red head on her arm and an erection that threatened to burst out of her pants, Sally told herself that there was nothing she could do about Mark and pushed the errant thought away as she glanced down repeatedly to watch Eliza's tits jiggle as they strolled out to the car.