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You walked in, and I knew that before the night was through, I’d have you in my arms. I watched as you scanned the room, either taking it all in or looking for someone. Your eyes glanced over me, scanning past, but when they came right back to me once you’d finished, I knew that I had your attention. I smiled and turned away from you, knowing you’d catch the hint. Just a moment later, I felt you beside me, smelled your cologne for the first time. Your hand touched my bare shoulder, and I smiled up at you. We talked for a bit before you asked me to dance. You led so gracefully, your hands never straying from my lower back and hand. At the end of our third dance together, I asked if you wouldn’t want to go somewhere a little quieter, more private, so we could get to know one another better.

After you got my jacket for me and escorted me outside, we walked a bit until we came across this little bistro. We took a corner booth in the very back. It was well-hidden from all except the kitchen staff who came in and out of the doors, and the restrooms. We ordered drinks and an appetizer, and then snuggled together for a bit while we waited for those. My hand rested on your upper thigh, and I could feel your pants slowly starting to strain more and more. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I brushed my hand over your cock, apologizing as if my hand had slipped. That was all it took. Your hand found its way under my skirt and into my wet and throbbing cunt. My hand undid your fly and slid into your pants. That was when I noticed the man standing at the restroom door, staring at us, his hand down his own pants. When I finally got off, moaning as quietly as I possibly could, I noticed you were staring him down as you came. That was when I noticed the wedding bands on both your hands. I realized I had been allowed to help you cuckold your husband, and that turned me on all over again.

Mercy

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