Follow her

"I don't do things like this either," he said. "But I think that would be fun."

She smiled at him.

"My name's Ann," she said.

"I'm Barry."

"Just follow me," she said, turning to climb into her car.

Barry couldn't believe he'd just agreed to go home with a girl who was practically young enough to be his daughter. Of course he also couldn't believe he'd just gotten a handjob in the mall parking lot.

A part of him felt bad knowing that he was on his way to cheat on his wife, but another part of him kept saying it was justified. His wife's lack of interest in sex had pushed him to this. If she hadn't denied every pass he made at her, ever romantic gesture he thought up, he might be home fucking her right now.

After about ten minutes they pulled into the parking lot of an apartment complex. He'd driven passed it a million times but had never been inside. It was mostly inhabited by kids from the nearby college.

Ann met him on the sidewalk and smiled, nervously. His eyes ran up and down her body and he forgot all about his wife. This was by far the hottest girl he'd ever gone home wife, and his cock was already rising to the occassion.

"I live alone, so we will have plenty of privacy," she said, taking him by the hand.

"Thats good," he said.

They walked up the sidewalk to where Ann unlocked the door to a ground floor unit. She smiled nervously at him again as they stepped inside.