Cheaters, Lusty Lee Log #8

Lee strolls into a bar dedicated to cheating spouses. After establishing her undercover identity, she seduces one of the regulars. He’s not a great looker, but Lee’s fascinated by his unique dexterity.

Drink in his left hand, he takes his billfold from his pocket with his right, maneuvers a twenty-dollar bill out from underneath the top hundred, takes a five back as change, pushes the coins forward as a tip and slides the billfold back into his pocket, entirely unaware of the fascinating ballet he’d just performed. Such fingers deserve to touch my body, Lee thinks to herself. More importantly, my body deserves to be touched by such fingers!

Inside her hotel room, Lee backs herself against the wall. “Touch me,” she begs. His left hand beings to unbutton her blouse and his right gently squeezes her thigh just below her skirt. His fingers flutter up between her thighs and…

The next night, Lee spots her real quarry: He’s the quintessential bad boy—black hair slicked back on one side, hanging loose on the other, days-old stubble on his face, just long enough not to scratch, eyes radiating fun and danger and rebellion. Lee persuades him to join her in her hotel room where—