My One Night Stand: Oops, He Was Married!

Sometimes a girl just wants to have a one night stand

I love sex.  I want it all the time.  And while I enjoy having regular fuck buddies, sometimes I want no strings attached.  Just total stranger sex.  You, me, no need to exchange names or numbers.  Maybe a quick fuck at a gas station rest stop when we’re both so horny all we can think about is cumming.  Or maybe I see you sitting at a restaurant, alone, sipping a stiff drink.  I bet something else is going to be stiff when I saunter over to you.  There’s no reason to get to know each other.  Let’s just fulfill our desires.  Needless to say, I’m a supporter of the one night stand.  And I was absolutely craving one this weekend!

I decided to go treat myself to a cocktail at the new rooftop bar that just opened.  With the hopes of going home with someone I’d never have to talk to again.  And having the one night stand I so desperately wanted that night.  I put on my favorite little red dress.  And slipped on my five-inch fuck-me heels and was out the door.  Half an hour later, I was sitting at the bar, sipping a martini, and eyeing the guy across the way.  He was probably 30 years older than me, with gray hair and ice-blue eyes.  And when the bartender put another martini in front of me and said it was from the gentleman across the way, I knew he was going to be tonight’s one night stand.

I looked at him and gave him a sweet smile

And he came right over.  As he slid onto the stool next to me, he gestured to the bartender for the check.  Then he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“I don’t want to be too forward,” he said, resting his hand on my thigh. “But you are incredibly beautiful, and all I’ve been thinking about since I saw you walk in was taking you home with me.”

It’s like he read my mind!  Maybe I was giving off one night stand energy, but I was about to get what I wanted.  I stood up, telling him to lead the way.  As luck would have it, he lived in the penthouse apartment of the building next door.  While I looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bar we’d just left, he came up behind me and slipped his hands up my dress.  His breath was warm against my neck as he kissed me.  Soon, my dress was around my waist, and he had me pushed up against the window, fingering my juicy cunt.  I didn’t even know his name.  And I didn’t even care.

This was the one night stand I was looking for

He picked me up and brought me into the bedroom, dropping me down onto the bed, and unbuckling his pants.  The lights were off, so I could only see the silhouette of his hard cock as he pulled it out.  But I felt it when he plunged deep into my pussy.  He had my wrists held above my head while he gave me the pounding of a lifetime.  I was dripping wet when he finally announced he was going to cum inside of me.  Breathless, he pulled out of me, kissed me, and rolled over onto his back.  It couldn’t have been a better one night stand.  As soon as I heard him gently snoring, I got up.  I could easily slip out, never to be heard from again.

I used the flashlight on my phone so I could find my panties in the dark room.  And that’s when I started noticing things.  There was a framed photo on the bedside table.  Looking a little closer, I realized it was the man who just ravaged me wearing a black suit.  And right beside him was his wife in her wedding dress.  I glanced around and saw a man’s gold wedding band sitting on top of the dresser.  Quickly, I pulled my dress on, eager to leave.  I’d gotten my one night stand, and clearly, he was a married man.  I was halfway down the hallway when I heard keys jingling and a door open.  Then a voice called out.

“Peter, honey, are you home yet?”

Do you think his wife caught me?  Or did I have the perfect one night stand?

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