Head to her house

The two of you decide that the safest way to go would be to meet at her house. As you finish your drinks, she scribbles her address on a napkin and the to of you get to your feet. On a whim, you grab Leigh, wrapping one arm around her waist, and pull her to you.

She meets you with a sex starved kiss. Your hand slides down to grip her big ass as your tongues move back and forth between each others mouths. Her hand rubs at your cock through the front of your pants.

After several minutes you hear someone clearing their throat. The bouncer has arrived to tell you to take it somewhere else. So you hurry out of the bar and each drive quickly to her house.

On the drive over, with your cock hard and ready for attention, you find yourself second guessing all this. You are on your way to have sex with a strange married woman at her house while your wife is home alone. This was not the life you had wanted for yourself. You had expected to always be a faithful and loving husband...

You remembered the feeling of Leigh's big ass in your hand. Her hand rubbing at your cock. Your wife hadn't touched you like that in years. If she had, you might be home fucking her right now.

A few minutes later you park on the street in front of a plain brick, single level house. Leigh is waiting on the front porch, clearly nervous that one of her neighbors might see her bringing a strange man in late at night.

When you start up the front steps she unlocks the door and rushes inside. You follow and then door closes behind you.