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Strangers at a Coffe Shop - An Erotic Story (Stranger Sex)
Strangers at a Coffe Shop - An Erotic Story (Stranger Sex)
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Diana goes to the coffee shop to pick up some java for her husband and gets a shock. The clerk says she not the usual woman picking up his coffee. Or kissing him when she has it.
Furious, she decides to get even with her cheating husband and invites the young man to a hotel for some hot revenge sex. What happens next was totally different than she imagined. Can two wrongs make a right?
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EXCERPT:
“Are you sure that was the guy you were telling me about?” I asked. “He acted like he usually comes in and gets his own drink.”
“No; I remember his wife; she’s real cute and a really big tipper. Besides, they get pretty steamy when they kiss.” He looked down at the cup in my hand. “Even though I know their drinks, I don’t learn everybody’s name and all – except the beautiful ones.”
In spite of my current emotional state, I smiled at him. “I’ll bet you say that to all the women that come here.”
“Nope – just the…”
“Right.” The steam coming out my ears from learning my husband was having a tete-a-tete with another woman surely had to be visible.
“Well, it looked like you could use a compliment.”
“It’s that obvious?” I said, sobering.
He reached over and carefully placed his hand on the small of my back. I tensed at his touch. He leaned down close to my ear.
“That was really your husband, wasn’t it?”
I nodded jerkily.
“Is this the first time you’ve…caught him?” he said sympathetically.
Just like that, his voicing it made it real. Moreover, his phrasing jolted me. How long had this been going on? And with how many other women? I saw red.
“Yes,” hissed from deep within me.
“I’m so sorry. It looked like you didn’t call him on it, though?”
I stood there stewing and fuming. I couldn’t pinpoint why I’d felt like I needed to wait before confronting him.
“Maybe…you could…you know, get even first,” he said eventually.
It had to have been the ‘mad’ inside me doing all my thinking because I looked up at him, appraisingly, actually considering what he was offering. It had just been innocent flirting with him before…but now…I’d show that cheating son-of-a-bitch!
“When do you get off work?”
Furious, she decides to get even with her cheating husband and invites the young man to a hotel for some hot revenge sex. What happens next was totally different than she imagined. Can two wrongs make a right?
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EXCERPT:
“Are you sure that was the guy you were telling me about?” I asked. “He acted like he usually comes in and gets his own drink.”
“No; I remember his wife; she’s real cute and a really big tipper. Besides, they get pretty steamy when they kiss.” He looked down at the cup in my hand. “Even though I know their drinks, I don’t learn everybody’s name and all – except the beautiful ones.”
In spite of my current emotional state, I smiled at him. “I’ll bet you say that to all the women that come here.”
“Nope – just the…”
“Right.” The steam coming out my ears from learning my husband was having a tete-a-tete with another woman surely had to be visible.
“Well, it looked like you could use a compliment.”
“It’s that obvious?” I said, sobering.
He reached over and carefully placed his hand on the small of my back. I tensed at his touch. He leaned down close to my ear.
“That was really your husband, wasn’t it?”
I nodded jerkily.
“Is this the first time you’ve…caught him?” he said sympathetically.
Just like that, his voicing it made it real. Moreover, his phrasing jolted me. How long had this been going on? And with how many other women? I saw red.
“Yes,” hissed from deep within me.
“I’m so sorry. It looked like you didn’t call him on it, though?”
I stood there stewing and fuming. I couldn’t pinpoint why I’d felt like I needed to wait before confronting him.
“Maybe…you could…you know, get even first,” he said eventually.
It had to have been the ‘mad’ inside me doing all my thinking because I looked up at him, appraisingly, actually considering what he was offering. It had just been innocent flirting with him before…but now…I’d show that cheating son-of-a-bitch!
“When do you get off work?”
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