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When Ben left Philadelphia last fall, he’d been a gawky,
awkward teenager with zits all over his chin.

He’d been a sweet young man, always willing to babysit
Jada after we’d moved in, even teaching her how to play soccer in the front
yard.

A sweet young man who’d raised no notions of desire in me.

But this man that had come home from college?

That was a man and a man that could make women melt across
the country!

Now he really was a man, with a deep voice, beautiful
tanned skin, and the kind of body found on romance novels. Hard muscles and
lean lines that showcased his hard work,

And I couldn’t get him out of my head.

I called myself all kinds of names and told myself I was
being silly, but that spark of interest in his eyes, the grin that spread
across his face as I strolled up to him kept playing in my mind.

There’d been interest there, if I was only willing to
foster it.

Could I have an affair with him, though? Would it be worth
it?

I imagined straddling those strong hips of his and felt my
center turn hot.

And the strong length of his fingers, fingers that could
make me melt if he knew how to use them, just wouldn’t leave me alone.

I ran up the stairs twice that day, up to bed to get
myself off before Joe came home, fantasies filling my head no matter what task
I was doing.

I imagined Ben bending me over the island in the kitchen,
fucking me right there hard and fast into an orgasm that left me shaking, as I
washed dishes in that same kitchen.

That was one dirty young man, in my mind at least.

I couldn’t stop the shiver of pleasure that ran down my
spine as I cut carrots for tonight’s pot roast, the image of Ben in my kitchen
making my pussy throb again and up the stairs I ran once more.

I simply couldn’t stop myself.

Even after Joe came home, complaining about a client and
how miserable his day was, I was still playing the memory of those strong
fingers stroking the lock of my dark red hair through my head.

All evening my head was full of Ben and I almost burned
dinner daydreaming about him.

To try and distract myself, I’d put on a sexy dress,
electric blue and one that usually caught Joe’s eye, in the hopes he’d notice
me and fuck away my distraction. But Joe only went up to shower and get on his
computer, telling me to call for him when dinner was ready.

I felt rejected and deflated, glancing down at the dress
and wondering what exactly was wrong with me if my husband didn’t even notice
me in his favorite dress.

I heard a knock on the front door soon after dinner, once
Joe had sequestered himself in his office once more, and went to answer it,
feeling as blue as my dress.

I opened the door to see the object of my fantasies
staring back at me.

“Wow, Mrs. Robins, you look hot!” Ben stammered his eyes
wide as he took in the sight of me.

My spirits quickly rose and I gave Ben a naughty smile.

“Why thank you, Ben. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to see if Joe needed some things done around the
house this summer. I don’t want to waste time getting a summer job while I’m
home so I thought I’d see if anyone needed a hand around here.”

“Oh sure, honey, come in. I tell you what; I’m usually the
one that handles all of that so we’ll leave Joe to whatever he’s doing.” I
leaned against the door as I spoke to Ben, knowing the dress was low already
and that leaning towards him would let him have an even better look at my
cleavage.

I didn’t think Ben’s eyes could get any wider, but I was
wrong!

“Oh, um, wow. Uh, so do you need some help?” Ben asked,
his eyes never leaving my cleavage.

“I have quite a few, um,
jobs
you can do Ben. Why
don’t you come over in the morning and we’ll get you started?” I gave another
grin but Ben didn’t look up.

Apparently he liked what he saw, but finally he broke his
gaze away from my firm tits and grinned at me.

“Sure thing, Mrs. Robins, I’ll be over bright and early.
Where’s Jada?” He asked, looking behind me to the quiet house.

“She’s with my mom this summer. I’m all alone during the
days now and I sure do miss my baby. But you can keep me company when you’re
here.” I said, brazenly winking at him.

Ben gave a rather mature grin at that point and I knew,
for good or bad, that he was on the line, waiting to be brought out of the
water and onto land.

“That sounds great. Good night, then, I’ll see you soon.”
Ben said before hopping off of the wraparound porch and heading across the
street.

I had to have sex now, that grin, his eyes, the smell of
his cologne was driving me mad with longing and I didn’t care what it took, Joe
and I
were
going to have sex tonight!

I went to my bathroom and let my hair down. Joe and I had
separate bathrooms and mine also contained a storage closet for all of my
“playtime” clothes.

I decided tonight was a no-nonsense kind of night and went
for a combination of a leather corset, black silk panties, thigh high leather
boots that tied up the front, and a black diaphanous robe meant only to be gift
wrapping, not an actual article of clothing.

I went back to the mirror and reapplied makeup,
highlighting my gray eyes as the hot rollers in my hair worked their magic. I
stepped back as I took the curlers out, studying my image in the mirror.

If I wasn’t fuckable nobody was.

The woman that stared back at me was made for sex.

The dark pink lipstick around my full lips made my lips
look like they were begging to be fucked and the makeup around my eyes gave
them an exotic tilt that was alluring.

Joe wasn’t going to know what hit him.

I went into his office, lit only by his desktop computer’s
monitor and hit the panel of switches on the wall, setting the lights to
spotlight an area in the middle of the large, high ceilinged room with colored
lights so he could see me.

I pressed play on my phone’s music player and began a slow
waltz around the room as a slow deep bass began to play, going to the pole we’d
had cleverly concealed in the room. It looked like a curio cabinet but a gentle
push after unlatching the lock saw it roll back against a wall, gently coming
to a stop.

I had taken lessons a year after Jada was born and
practiced to stay fluid and supple. I’d considered joining a contest or two,
but it wasn’t the sort of thing a lawyer’s wife did so I always dismissed the
idea but I was pretty good at it.

My husband’s attention came to me as I pushed my ass
against the pole, the round flesh surrounding the pole in a suggestive manner
as I dipped to the ground, my left leg coming up to wrap around the pole.

As the lyrics began, a sultry voice full of longing
playing over the bass, I wrapped my hands around the bottom of the pole,
pushing the rest of my body up the steel beam like a snake.

The robe dropped from me as I climbed and I let it fall in
a puddle on the floor.

I climbed up the pole, letting my body slowly fall back down
before I stopped my fall with my thighs.

I bent back so that Joe could see my face as I writhed on
the pole and saw his eyes glued to me.

He shifted in his seat, sitting back and adjusting his
hard cock in his pants with a leering smile. He loved it when I played the
stripper.

I pulled the corset free, letting it fall as well, leaving
only the panties and the boots chosen because they didn’t interfere with my
pole dancing but still looked sexy.

I spun down before throwing my legs over my head once more
and letting my body swing out, friction and muscle control holding my body away
from the pole.

My husband’s tongue came out to wet his lips, his right
hand holding his cock, still in his pants and I gave him a sultry smile.

He grasped at his cock, pulling it up through his pants to
show me he didn’t have any underwear on and was ready for me.

I lost myself in the pounding bass and the feeling of
flying while still being tethered and executed a few moves that had Joe gasping
at just how limber I was as I turned flips and climbed up and down the pole.

I spun a few more times, my long hair flying around me
before I came to rest on the bottom of the pole, my legs spread above me, my
head resting on the ground and Joe finally came to me.

He pushed the panties away and ran his tongue from my clit
down to my pussy, making me gasp.

“Need some attention pussycat?” Joe asked, taking his cock
out of his pants finally.

“Mm, I do. I’ve been lonely without you home today.” I replied,
flipping around to take his hard length in my hand before swallowing it down my
throat.

Joe liked being taken as deep as I could get him and his
hand bunched in my hair now, forcing my head further down on him.

I loved when he did that. I can be an independent bitch sometimes,
but I do like a man taking charge in bed sometimes. The dance was my way of
letting Joe know that.

“Fuck yeah, baby, take my cock. I’m going to fuck you in a
minute, but for now just keep quiet and suck my cock.” Joe strangled out,
knowing I couldn’t reply with his dick down my throat.

I smiled, loving the dirty words, the control he
displayed, and reveled in the moment.

I was about to get fucked for the first time in three
months!

I stroked Joe with my hand, not forgetting to give his
balls some attention, and soon he was on the verge of losing his control.

“You’re a good little dick sucker. Emily, but I want that
pussy.” Joe ground out, pushing me against his desk.

I thought he was going to give me a little more tongue
action, or at least finger me a little bit, but he just rammed his cock into me
instead.

I was wet enough at that point that it was painless but it
was unexpected.

Then I remembered one of the fantasies that had sent me up
the stairs earlier in the day and suddenly it wasn’t my husband standing behind
me, it was Ben.

Ben’s hard, young, slick body pounding into me.

I remembered what Joe’s cock had been like when we were
seven years younger, harder than stone, and I imagined that now, driving into
me.

“Deep baby, deep.” I called out to him and Joe pulled my
ass into a position guaranteed to get him deeper into me.

I started coming immediately and I imagined it was Ben’s
cock I was coming on not Joe’s.

“That’s it baby, like that.” I encouraged as I came,
wanting a better orgasm, that one hadn’t lasted long enough.

I wanted to come as hard as I’d come that morning, I
wanted to scream so loud the neighbors heard me and turned their lights on to
look for a wild animal.

It wasn’t to be however, and Joe was soon dumping his
load, not bothering to tell me.

I stood still, my ass in the air, as he finished, trying
to hide my disappointment.

He thanked me with a kiss on my ass before he handed me my
robe and corset, dismissing me from his mind already.

I guess it could seem like I’m naïve that my husband
really does just treat me like a whore, but it’s not always like that. I gave
him the signal, that’s how I
wanted
to be treated tonight.

In the past, however, it had taken the time to ensure I
got off properly. That little pop at it that I’d had was more of an appetizer
than the whole meal.

But my husband had a very stressful job and a lot going
on. It was a step in the right direction for us anyway.

We’d had sex.

I took a shower, combing my hair out before climbing into
the empty bed, using my phone to scan through social media, commenting on the
pictures of my daughter that my mother posted. Jada looked ecstatic to be
playing with baby chickens, cows, and goats.

I smiled happily before putting the phone down. This had
been a long day and it ended on a disappointing but hopeful note.

Just before I fell asleep I remembered the arrangements
I’d made earlier in the evening and asked myself once more if that was really
the path I wanted to take.

Then I remembered Joe leaving me disappointed, and that moment
when I remembered how hard his cock used to be.

Joe could still get hard, he wasn’t that old at 35 after
all, but there was a stiffness missing, a force when he came that was missing.

I imagined Ben coming on my tits, the force of his load
coming out, and how some of it might land on my face, and knew I wanted it at
least once.

Wanting it and doing it were two completely different
things, however.

I chewed on the knuckle of my thumb as I considered the
question, ignoring Joe as he finally slid into bed.

I just wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I knew what I wanted,
but yet…

I turned to Joe, letting my leg fall over his hip as I
told myself to shut up and go to sleep the question best left until tomorrow.

The End of Book 1
of 5

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