This happened back when I was married, but I have since been divorced, so I'm not sure whether this is still appropriate for this page, please let me know if not.

A bit about me, at the time I was a married mother of 2, gym mad and naturally a bit of a flirt.

It must have been 8:30-9:00pm when I texted my son's barber whether he would be able to see them in the morning. He was a younger English lad and of a bit cheeky flirt himself but absolutely great with kids. Almost immediately he responds with "If you wear that sports bra you did last time, babe I'll see them whenever".

I think I went bright red straight away, I can't remember what I said back but obviously I clearly didn't shoot it down, we continued flirting over text for a while, him even calling me a prude for having a visible panty line with my leggings last time.

It was 11pm and we were still texting away when my husband went to sleep, I had not intention of stopping. In fact we continued till 3am, getting naughtier and naughtier, no pictures from myside but he did "accidentally" send me a dick pic that was "meant for someone else".

We called it a night eventually and both went to sleep, I mean he was meant to open the barbershop at 8am and we were meant to be his first customers. Now in the flirting, he kinda hinted we wanted me in the same outfit as last time, but just not with my "prude-y" panty line, but I thought a bodycon cotton dress with nothing underneath would be sexier.

We get to his shop and he is setting up with his intern, he gives me a cheeky smile, but obviously annoyed I didn't follow his outfit requests. They both get my lads set up on the chairs, he knows what they usually get, but he starts making comments to his intern about how annoying it is when people don't follow requests, an indirect at me. I make direct eye contact with him, before doing the cliche, uncrossing and crossing my legs, giving him a full view of my uncovered womanhood.

He doesn't say anything to me, just kneels over to my kid in his chair, gives him a fiver and says is it ok if his friend cuts his hair today, he needs to sort out mummies hair. My kid obviously nodded and then he gives another fiver to my other lad, smirks at the intern before pulling me by my hand to the stairs to the upstairs flat.

We were like animals, this is wild and passionate, thankfully he had a bed upstairs because this was no quickie, we were at it for at least 45 mins, devouring each other. I came at least 3 times and he had 2 pops himself. And yes, there were no condoms in sight. We got changed and headed back down, I think it looked fairly obvious that I had been fucked, and just my luck, the waiting room was full when we got down.

The cheeky fucker even charged me full price despite his juices running down my thigh whilst I paid, but ngl that was kinda hot. TBH that was the last time he charged me and they ended up getting almost weekly cuts