She stepped into the shower letting the warm water cascade over her skin. Grabbing the sponge she lathered up her breasts and let out a sigh as the material touched her nipples. Her fingers traced their way around the nipple as she thought back to the night before. When she was traveling for business she always played a bit, those were the rules that her husband made for her. It was the reason their relationship was always so sexual. She would return and tell him every last detail as he slid inside her. Spreading her legs a little she watched as the water made its way to her engorged sex, warming the folds of her vagina. She used the sponge to soap up her pussy, cleaning the stickiness of last night's tryst. Last night was amazing she thought. Her mind wandered back to the unsuspecting guy at the bar. He was sitting at the end nursing a Jameson's, rotating the glass in a circle before taking a sip. She walked through the door as all eyes turned towards her and the
Life, sex and bipolar depression...