The Journey Part 3 - Night moves (fm:slut wife, 2779 words) [2/3] show all parts

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It'd been months, maybe longer, since they'd had a proper date. Better yet, it had been Chad's idea. He'd even made all the arrangements; the babysitter, the dinner reservation, the whole thing.

He'd been doing so much, lately. Not only was he more helpful around the house, and with the kids, but their sex life just kept getting better and better. Wilder and wilder.

The toys, the role playing, the fantasies; Taylor felt like a teenager. There were nights she couldn't get him into the bedroom fast enough; she hadn't felt like that since they were first dating. Even her girlfriends noticed the difference, how connected they were. How "handsy" they were. How she was glowing, all the time.

She couldn't explain. They wouldn't understand. They'd think it crazy what she was doing. They wouldn't see how freeing it was, to perform her him, to pretend.

She could almost hear their voices, full of judgment. "You're pretending to fuck someone other than your husband, and he likes it?"

It sounded insane, even to her. But there they were, again and again. What started as so weird, so gross, had become something else entirely.

"Ready?" she heard Chad call, from the living room.

"One second," she called back, rubbing lotion into her bare legs. The little black dress was more than little. It was tiny. She loved how confident she felt.

A few moments later, they were in the car, headed to dinner. Chad had his hand on her leg, the whole way. He kept sliding it higher and higher. She almost told him to pull over and fuck her right along the side of the road, but she'd waited so long for a date night. It was going to be special.

Dinner was at one of the most expensive restaurants in town. She couldn't believe he sprung for it. They'd talked about it a thousand times, but she didn't ever expect to actually go.

As dinner ended, she asked if they were headed home. "How late do we have the sitter?" Taylor asked, glancing at the clock on her phone.

"As late as we need," Chad said. I have another surprise.

Rising from the table, he reached out and took her hand. Leading her from the restaurant, they stepped out into the warm downtown air. Taylor couldn't remember the last time she'd been out in the crowd. It felt like the old days, as people made their way here and there. Couples and singles, all out, enjoying the night. Almost all of them younger than them, but she thought they fit in just fine.

Chad offered his elbow, and she hooked her arm through. They made their way down the street, Taylor wondering where they might go.

A few blocks later, they arrived at a brick building she'd never noticed before. A long line of younger people, all dressed in their "going out" clothes, snaked way from the door. Chad squeezed her hand, and walked up to a strong looking man standing at the door. Taylor couldn't hear as they talked, but a moment later, the doorman was opening a velvet rope, offering them entrance.

Taylor took back her husband's arm, and followed him into a dark corridor. A few steps later, they entered a giant room.

"A nightclub?" Taylor asked, immediately realizing there was no way he could possibly hear her over the thumping music.

A very pretty girl in a tiny dress greeted them, and led them up a set of stairs to a balcony. A table, with a couch, was waiting of them. In

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contriman05 writes Wed 14 Aug 2024 06:17:

Fantastic! Looking forward to Part 3!

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