Preggo brunette in shower on webcam

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Preggo brunette in shower on webcam. We kind of mutually pretend that didn’t just happen as I drive us to the bar. I find out through small-talk that she has two kids (that answers that question) and is going back to school soon to get an Art degree.

Once at the bar, she reveals to me that she’s been here before and enjoys it as much as I do. We go in and play a few arcade games and I unabashedly annihilate her at air-hockey (well I mean I did warn her I was good), then we head over to the bar for drinks. We sit down on a few empty bar stools.

I’m not the heaviest drinker so I’m about to order an Angry Orchard when all of a sudden Angela straight up orders a pint of the manliest lager they have in the place. What the fuck? I can’t be outdone like this. I order the same thing. I would drink straight piss (basically lager anyways) if it meant I had a chance of impressing her.

Halfway through our pints our nervousness is ebbing away and I’m getting more and more flirty with her, and damn any future consequences that might have with her husband. I’m getting less worried about that though because at this point, she’s countering my flirting with even more flirting. Fucking hell it’s getting hard to think those barely covered breasts and her seductive voice. I’m losing my mind.

Something suddenly happens in the football game on the big screen they have hanging above the bar, and everyone in the bar is making a commotion about it. I look over and realize its existence for the first time that night, before looking back at Angela.

Right as I turn back to face her, I realize she’s leaned over and closed the distance between us. I react instinctively and kiss her right there in that crowded bar with I don’t know how many people watching. A coupe of guys made catcalls to us, thinking we were young lovers or something, and having no idea I was making out with another man’s wife. I just then notice that she doesn’t have her wedding ring on. When did that happen? Who cares.

I reluctantly pull away from our kiss before she says, “Want to get out of here?”

“You’re reading my mind.” I say and I pay our tab before we leave back to the car.

Any reservations I had about her expecting to just be “friends” with me at the bar had completely vanished. Hiding from her husband? Wearing revealing clothing? Not wearing her ring? All these grueling years of public schooling had specially prepared me to solve this complicated addition problem. I put two and two together.

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