Some guy hits on her… And she’s turned on (+20 Lust)

She had barely sat at the bar for five minutes before a man sat beside and offered her a drink.

“I insist,” he said, when she initially declined. “Don’t worry, I can afford it. No trouble for me and a free drink for you! Although if you wanna chat, I’m down with that. It’d be a crime to let a pretty girl like you sit and drink by herself.”

She got immediate flashbacks to her time as a hotwife, picking up guys at the bar so she could fuck them and send Michael pics. She tried keeping her composure as she looked at him, dressed business casual, but with small signs that he had cash to spend. Groomed hair and beard, good quality clothes and that cocky smile as he looked sideways at her, a glass of whisky in his hand. She knew his type, confident and eager. Back when she was single this would be an easy hook-up, if she wanted a good fucking. Some of the confident guys had skills, others… not so much. But she had to admit that confidence and that slightly dominant attitude was a turn-on for her, at least in the bedroom. So long as he wasn’t a possessive type, she was in for a good time. She idly wondered if he had a toned body under that shirt, and maybe a nice cock…

She looked away. What was she thinking? {if Love = True}She loved Ashton! What was wrong with her!? She shook her head, feeling guilty for even looking at a guy like that.{endif}{if Denial = True}Was she… Considering sleeping with that guy? ‘It’s because it’s been a while,’ she thought to herself. “I’m just on edge, that’s all. I’m not actually going to do it”{endif}{if Manipulation = True}Was she considering hooking up this guy? Sleeping behind Ashton’s back was one thing, but cheating blatantly before a date was such a stupid way to get caught! And yet… She confessed to still being tempted. Ashton was so damn meek sometimes!{endif}

But she couldn’t ignore the fact this whole situation was turning her on. It was like someone had dialed the clock back a few years, and she was readying for a good night, the sexual tension rising along with her libido until they finally went back home and fucked each other silly, all with the knowledge that she was a married woman. She closed her eyes, but she could still feel her body responding to this situation on its own, a habit ingrained in her time as a hotwife. She couldn’t deny it, the thought of cheating on her partner aroused her. {if Love = True}And deep down, she hated herself for it. Hated the fact that even as deeply in love as she was, her body was betraying her. And her arousal and self-loathing merged into each other, until she couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.{endif}{if Denial = True}It was like her subconscious was mocking her, and her attempts at changing her life. ‘Try as you might, you’ll always be a cheating slut,’ went the intrusive thoughts, and she gritted her teeth, even as she couldn’t deny how aroused she was by this.{endif}{if Manipulation = True}She hated how powerless she felt when she was aroused, how not in control, she felt. It’s why she liked seducing men, making THEM weak and **** to her charms. But moments like these reminded her that she had her wants and her needs, and she was as susceptible to the right temptation as anyone else.{endif}

She considered how to respond to him, while trying to hide how turned on she was.