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Sunday morning, June 11, 2028

I awoke Sunday morning knowing, hoping, that my wife was still horny from the night before. I knew she hadn’t really been satisfied and I wanted her still that way when she had her business meeting Monday evening.

To that end, even though I wanted to, I didn’t make love with her that morning. I planned on no more sex before Monday night. We had a busy day planned Sunday so I woke her right before I jumped in the shower. Their shower is at the end of the hall, so I borrowed Addie’s bathrobe, peeked out to be sure no one else was wandering around the hall, then hurried into the bathroom for my shower, taking my clothes with me.

After my shower, I took the bathrobe back for Addie and told her it was her turn. She was still lying in bed but awake. God, she looked good sitting back against the headboard, the blankets up to her waist. It would have been awfully easy to climb back into bed with her, and my little man was awake and ready. Instead, I threw her bathrobe to her and asked her to hurry so we could get home.

We had told the kids that we’d hurry home in the morning and take them for a ride in the Jeep and a picnic. We hadn’t told them where, but it was going to be an all-day trip.

While Addie was in the shower, I straightened the room and made the bed. Although I was certain that Kayla would want to wash the sheets, we still wanted to leave it neat.

Addie had a minor problem; all her clothes were in the master bedroom where she’d been changing with Kayla the night before, except for bra and panties which were on the floor in the living room.

After Addie got out of the shower, we didn’t see any sign of life, so we presumed that Kayla and Ethan were probably still sleeping, or at least still in bed. We didn’t hear any kind of bouncing or groaning noises, so assumed it was probably sleeping. Addie found her underwear on the living room floor and put them on, then opened the master bedroom door enough to peek in. After the night before, privacy and modesty didn’t seem like such an issue.

Ethan and Kayla were lying on the bed, spooning with Ethan in the back, his arm wrapped around his wife. His backside was exposed down to a little below his butt. Ugh! Addie couldn’t stifle a little giggle, though. She quietly opened the door enough to slip through and tippy-toed to where her sweatshirt and pants were across the back of the chair, then found her shoes. She tippy-toed back out and I quietly closed and latched the door behind her.

Before we left, Addie found paper and left a note on the kitchen table, saying, 'Sorry, had to run. Taking the babysitter home, then taking kids for a drive. Loved last night. Will pick up clothes later.' I could have written it, but it wouldn’t have been legible. Why can women write nicely and men’s handwriting looks like chicken scratches?

As soon as we were outside the door, on our way to our car, Addie told me, “I’m still horny. It’s going to be a long day.”

I couldn’t help but grin. Then, like any good, red-blooded male, I stepped behind her and put my hands under her sweatshirt, moved up to cup her boobs and pinch her nipples. She slapped my hands away, saying, “Honey, don’t; the neighbors.”

I looked around. Not another house in sight. It didn’t matter, she pushed my hands away and pulled her shirt back down. I couldn’t help but grin, though. I hoped that horny feeling lasted. And I got to cop a feel.

Before we got onto the freeway, there was a McDonald’s so we grabbed a sausage egg McMuffin, breakfast burrito, and a couple of diet cokes to satisfy our morning hunger. Well, maybe not all of our morning hunger. The rest would simply have to wait… until after Monday evening.

It’s only about fifteen minutes from their house to ours so we didn’t have much time to talk about the night before, only that we'd both enjoyed it… a lot.

Everyone was still asleep when we got there. Addie woke up the babysitter, she got dressed, and I took her home, giving her an extra twenty-dollars. She’s a gem and we don’t want to lose her. She plays games with the kids, reads to them, and acts more like a loving big sister than a paid babysitter. The kids never complain when she’s coming over.

While I was taking her home, Addie got the kids up and dressed. They were eating a bowl of cereal when I got back home. While Adriana fussed with kids, getting them ready to go, I started packing the Jeep for our little day-trip. Hot dogs, relish, buns, and drinks in the ice chest; firewood and pitch shavings to start the fire; wiener sticks (yep – we still use willow sticks, it’s more fun); marshmallows, paper plates, cups and plastic silverware.

When all was ready, we loaded the kids in their car-seats and were off, in a gale of hen-shit, as my dad always says. I have no clue where that saying came from, but he always uses it and I guess it must be hereditary cuz I do too.

Just out of Ontario, there’s a gravel road shortcut along the Snake River all the way to Richland, Oregon, then down the highway to Halfway and finally Oxbow on the Snake again. Our destination was to go down the Snake to a steep, little dirt road up the side of Hells Canyon, Hess Road. It was put in when Idaho Power put in a power line up out of the canyon.

The road goes up over 6,000 feet within about five miles. The kids love it when daddy has to put the Jeep in 4-wheel drive to get up a road. It’s always so emotionally uplifting and fun watching and listening to Kevin and Katie waving their arms and squealing for Daddy to go faster.

Hells Canyon is beautiful in mid-June. Before, we’d been there in late July or August when the grass is dry and brown, but at least then the huckleberries are out and thick on the rim. On this trip, everything was a deep-green and you can see for miles up and down the beautiful canyon. We even got some good pictures of a group of five big-horn sheep about thirty feet off the side of the road. The kids were jumping up and down in their seats, pointing at the big horns. After that, we saw a big flock of chukars and another of top-knot quail.

The road gets progressively rougher but less steep, closer to the top. About three-quarters of the way up, we start getting into timber and it’s fully forested at the top, then down the draw on the other side to the Imnaha River. At the top, we meet Forest Service Road 39, a paved road, quite a relief after bouncing up the mountain for the last five miles.

We took the short detour up to the Hells Canyon Overlook, a point on the top of the ridge with a beautiful view up, down and across Hells Canyon. It was a beautiful, clear day and we could easily see the Seven Devils Mountains on the Idaho side (the Snake River is the border between Oregon and Idaho). The Seven Devils peaks are over 9,000 feet elevation, making Hells Canyon the deepest canyon in North America.

We watched a Golden Eagle, wings outstretched, probably at least six feet, spiraling over the canyon. Never once did we see his wings move. I wondered what it must be like, seeing this from high in the sky, able to soar above it all. I suspect the eagle is more interested in a meal than the beautiful scenery, likely something like the grouse or chukars we saw earlier.

By the time I had taken enough pictures, we were hungry, so we drove down to the Imnaha River and stopped at Ollokot Campground to build our fire and cook lunch. We try to spend a few days camped there every other year at least. The Imnaha is perfect for kids playing and swimming in the river by mid-August. Earlier, like now, it’s too cold and high with snow runoff. It’s still pretty, though, and the water rumbling through the canyon is the prettiest music ever.

I built a bonfire, and Addie and I sat on the picnic table watching and listening to the river while our two little people ran circles around us, pretending to be airplanes. The summer before when we were there, Katie set up blocks of wood in a circle, kind of like a miniature fort and it was her store. She sold us pine cones, pretty rocks she’d collected from the river, and other treasures she found. This trip, they wanted to look for rocks along the river bank, but we couldn’t let them get close to it.

It took almost an hour for the fire to burn down to the right kind of ashes to start cooking our hot dogs. By then, we were getting hungry. There is nothing in the world like a good hot dog cooked on a willow stick in an open bonfire, followed by roasted marshmallows for dessert. Kids tend to think their marshmallows should be roasted right in the middle of the flames. They take after their mom with a serious lack of patience when campfire cooking. I cook my hot dogs and marshmallows with just barely enough heat to cook through and get nice and juicy. When they’re split all the way down the side, they’re done. Marshmallows, same thing, nice and brown and melted almost ready to drop off the stick. Mmm, good.

After lunch, we started heading back towards Boise, about a four-hour trip through Baker City. Katie, Kevin, and even Adriana slept part of the way. When we got to Boise, about eight that evening, we went to Kayla and Ethan’s house to pick up Addie’s clothes we’d left there that morning. I wouldn’t have worried about them that night, but I planned on her wearing some of them the next day.

Kayla hugged me much longer than she ever had before, and Adriana did the same with Ethan. Obviously, our friendship had changed; for the better, I hoped. I had been afraid there might be some awkwardness after the night before, but it seemed just the opposite.

We only stayed long enough to pack Addie’s suitcase and garment bag, then we were off for home, finally. It had been a long day. Hopefully, I thought, our four-year-old and six-year-old would be ready for bed shortly.

They weren’t. So, we got the Chutes and Ladders game out again and it was two games later until we could see little eyes start to droop. They both insisted they weren’t sleepy yet, but that’s what kids do. Adriana sat in the middle of the loveseat with a little boy on one side and a little girl on the other, reading Rapunzel to them. They both love fairy tales, and there are so many to choose from. I couldn’t help myself from snapping a picture of the three of them all snuggled up together.

They were both asleep by the time Addie got to the end of the story. I carried Katie and Adriana took Kevin and we tucked them in their beds.

I was exhausted when I finished brushing my teeth and climbed into bed. Addie showered, so she was several minutes behind me. I think I was almost asleep when I felt her climb into bed beside me, then her lips were sucking one of my nipples. I couldn’t help but groan. I didn’t want to make love with her; I didn’t want her to have any more sex before her appointment Monday night.

I think it was a little out of my hands, though, as her lips moved down my tummy, and my arms, all by themselves, wrapped around her body. I felt a soft, sexy nightie over her skin, then her warm lips wrapped around the head of my cock. By then I was totally lost, in full-fledged moaning mode. I don’t think I could have resisted her with a barrel of Imnaha River ice water dumped on me.

By the time she quit sucking on my cock, it was so hard it hurt. She straddled me and impaled her hot, slick pussy over my cock, grinding herself down as far as she could. “Think we can go five minutes?” she asked.

My eyes were tightly closed, just trying to absorb the incredible feelings going through my body. “Kayla and I were going to show you guys our new nighties, but we didn’t quite make it. Do you like it?”

I opened my eyes to see and feel the lacy, silky baby-doll she was wearing. “Ohh, yeah,” I tried to say, but I think it came out more as, “Mmfff, aarrhh.”

Then she started sliding up and down on me, pushing down hard every time. She was supporting herself with her hands on my chest and pushing up and down on my cock. Addie’s face contorted into a grimace like she was already nearing a climax.

I remembered, with a degree of dismay, what I had done to her the night before. I wanted to make her come and come hard. I gripped her waist and rolled us over, then pinned her arms above her head and pummeled into her as hard as I could. I knew I wasn’t a Tanner by any means, probably not even an Ethan. But that sure as hell doesn’t mean that I couldn’t try. And thinking about an unknown Daryl doing exactly this to her, my cock was hard.

Addie was thrusting her hips up into me with every plunge and there were weird noises coming from her… or were those from me? Unfortunately, I don’t have the stamina that I wished I had. I guess the good side is that that night I didn’t need it. When I couldn’t hold my orgasm back any longer, I felt Addie’s body tensing and shuddering along with me. My orgasm was one of the hardest I’ve had in a long time with my wife. Was it as hard as with Tanya? Probably not, but it was pretty damned fantastic.

A few minutes later, after Addie was able to breathe normally again, the only thing she said was, “Wow.” That was my exact reaction as well. That night, we both went to sleep, well satisfied. It had been one of the most perfect days we’d had in a long, long time.

Addie was in the shower the next morning when I woke. I smiled to myself, remembering the night before. Then my eyes popped open with the realization that this was Monday. I had plans for Monday. I jumped out of bed, threw on enough clothes to go outside and retrieved the bags we’d picked up from Ethan and Kayla’s the night before.

Addie was out of the shower but still in our bathroom with the door closed. I had peeked in the kids’ rooms and they were still sleeping. Sunday had been a long day for them and they were obviously enjoying their recuperation.

I looked through Addie’s garment bag and found the outfit I wanted her to wear. She’d promised to let me pick one and even said that’s what this one was for. The short, red leather skirt and sheer blouse. I would have loved her to wear it without the bra, but wasn’t going to push my luck quite that far.

When I found the lacy bra and panties, though, I couldn’t help but smile. In my excitement Saturday night, I hadn’t realized how sheer the top was. I laid them all out on the bed for her, anxious to see her reaction when she discovered I seriously wanted her to wear this to work. I suspected that she never thought I’d actually ask her to wear something like this to work… or to her surprise meeting that night with Daryl.

She finally opened the bathroom door, her hair dry and brushed out, her light work makeup in place, ready to get dressed. She saw what I’d laid out on the bed and stopped, looking over at me. “You’re serious?” she asked.

I couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin from appearing on my face. “You promised,” was all I said.

With a bit of a frown on her face, she looked back at the clothes I’d put on the bed. “I did, didn’t I?”

She dropped the towel that had been wrapped around her and put on the panties and bra, then the little skirt and finally the blouse. My cock had attained a large degree of hardness watching this little display. I don’t know what’s sexier, watching my wife undress… or dress.

When she finished, she stood in front of our full-length mirror appraising herself, “You know how horny I’m going to be all day, don’t you, wearing this?” Then she went on, teasing me with, “I might have to call Ethan, see if he has an empty house we could check out; see if they’ve changed their minds about how far they’re willing to go.”

Would she do that? Without me there? Surely not. But, that was kind of what I was hoping for later that night, wasn’t it? Before she left, she went back into our dressing room and then I noticed she’d put on a darker shade of red lipstick.

I knew it was going to be a long day. After Addie left for work, the kids woke up. I made breakfast, then took them to their daycare so I could be productive, too. Addie was going to spend the morning with Kayla in Boise, so I drove to Mountain Home and showed our manager there the pictures of the clocks we were getting so she could decide how best to display them.

Adriana had hired women managers for all her stores. The Mountain Home manager, Susan, was in her fifties, an extremely smart woman with lots of retail experience. She’d been thrilled when Adriana picked her out of the sixteen applicants. Susan had hired one part-time employee as well, to help out during busy times.

I spent the morning there, helping Susan move things around in preparation for her new display. After lunch, I picked up the kids and we went to the park/playground, then back home. My mind wasn’t ever far from what Addie was doing, how she was coping with the sexy clothes she was wearing.

As evening finally came and I knew my wife had met with her old lover, I was a total nervous wreck with wondering how she had reacted. Was she already in his arms, or maybe even further?

Adriana

My husband Matt had arranged a business meeting between me and a prospective vendor. The vendor was to supply handcrafted leather products for sale in our retail stores. Unknown to me, Matt had arranged for me to meet with my old high school boyfriend Daryl who was now in the leathercraft business.

Matt had encouraged me to dress sexy for this meeting. I had -- but that afternoon I went home and changed. I built my business on careful selection of products, customer service, and integrity, not on sex appeal. I dressed like the professional business woman that I am and didn’t follow Matt’s boyish idea of dressing like a floozy for this meeting.

When I met our client and discovered it was Daryl, I was stunned. I didn’t object to meeting an old boyfriend per se, but to have been tricked by my husband was tantamount to having been betrayed. I hid my shock from Daryl and explained our encounter as mere coincidence; that my husband knew nothing of Daryl’s significance in my life.

The meeting actually went well. Daryl had brought along samples of the work of his atelier and made an appealing business proposal. My stores would allot him space to market his products and I would feature a new line of goods to sell. His business would have a new retail division and I would have new customers. We could both profit. We quickly agreed to terms.

Having wrapped up negotiations, the conversation turned to old times. We shared some fond reminiscences, both acutely aware that we had given our virginity to each other. Daryl was easy to talk to and time passed quickly; The longer we talked, the more an old longing took hold. Daryl was a good lover, actually much more than that. If he hadn’t disappeared into the military, I don’t know what might have happened between us. We may even be married now.

Soon it was time to leave. Before parting, Daryl and I arranged another meeting. I would prepare a contract, then visit his studio and review some ideas he had for the new designs he intended to display in my stores. We bid each other goodnight and parted with a handshake and a perfunctory hug. Even though I wanted more, I was still too much in shock and angry with my husband.

“Why did you do that?” I raged upon returning home. I was furious and couldn’t control my emotions. “And you wanted me to dress like a tramp? For a meeting with an old boyfriend? Have you gone crazy?” I thundered. I wasn’t done yet.

“I have a good mind to throw you out of my business and out of my life,” I threatened. Had the meeting with Daryl not gone so well and offered the prospect of handsome profits, I might have made good on my threat. Besides, I did love my husband.

Matt recoiled at my tirade. “I just thought…”

“I don’t care what you thought. Stop thinking before it gets you into trouble.” 

I slept on the opposite side of the bed that night, as far from my husband as I could get. I simply couldn’t believe what my husband had done to me.

Matt

Well, that had gone well – not!

It certainly hadn’t been the reaction I was expecting. Now, I was scared to death that I may have destroyed our relationship. I didn’t sleep at all that night, lying in bed and listening to my wife intermittently crying.

Next morning, Adriana dressed and left the house without a word to me. Her anger hadn’t dissipated even the tiniest bit. I managed to get through the day, putting on a brave face in front of the kids as if nothing was wrong. That night, we had T-ball practice and as long as we were around the kids, Adriana, too, acted like nothing had happened. But, when we got home and went to bed, she again slept on the far side of the bed, facing away from me.

It wasn’t until Wednesday evening that Adriana finally calmed enough to tell me that she had another meeting with Daryl on Friday to take him a contract proposal. At that point, I was frightened; after two days she still wasn’t speaking to me, except absolute necessities and to put on a show for our kids.

What if, in her anger, she went to Daryl. What I had hoped for on Monday, I was deathly afraid of now. Thursday evening, after our T-ball game and we’d all gone to bed, I even suggested to her, “Honey, if you want, I’ll take the contract to Daryl.”

“No, you started this, I’ll finish it.” She was still speaking with flames of anger.

Those words inflamed my fear even more. I didn’t want her seeing Daryl again; I didn’t want her “finishing it”, fearing what that might mean. I guess what scared me most was wondering if she was still in love with Daryl and if she slept with him, would she leave me for him? Is that what she meant by “finishing it”? God, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want her to see him again but didn’t know how to stop it.

Adriana

The day came to visit Daryl’s shop. He met me at the front door and ushered me to the drafting tables.

Daryl was in his element in his studio. He had become a serious artisan with an intuitive business sense. He showed me some patterns and described his idea of a dedicated showcase featuring his premium handbags, wallets, passport folios, and belts. A polished mahogany signboard would be inscribed with his company name and insignia.

Daryl exuded an aura of self-confidence which I found appealing, much as I had so long ago. Leaning over his drafting table, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his leather, we were shoulder to shoulder, often touching. Our faces were close as we perused his drawings. I remained in his studio until closing time, admiring his plans and his workmanship. We retired to Daryl’s office which, not surprisingly, was outfitted in a leather motif. We refined our business plan and to celebrate, Daryl invited me to dinner. I accepted.

I wouldn’t have agreed to anything other than business appointments with Daryl had Matt not arranged our initial meeting the way in which he did. Despite Daryl’s and my promising retail agreement, I still harbored anger toward Matt for his juvenile plan of a tawdry showing of me to an old lover. I admit I found Daryl attractive and the old feelings inside me were strong, but fidelity to my husband was my intention, notwithstanding the activities of the last few weekends.

Dinner with Daryl was relaxed. I found myself increasingly attracted to him. He was handsome, confident, and had become even more charming. He had a way of making a woman feel like a woman, even more than he had in high school. After two glasses of Chardonnay, I had to fight the urge to take his hand while leaving the restaurant. We walked to his new F250 pickup and got in.

“Come on. I’ll show you where I live,” he said.

“Will I meet your wife?”

He laughed, “No, I don’t have a wife. I’ve never met the right girl, since…“

I knew what he was about to say, and it frightened me. Propriety should have compelled me to decline his invitation, but it didn’t. I knew what would happen and I wanted it.

Daryl owned a spacious center-hall colonial house. It was readily apparent that the tasteful furnishings and tapestries were selected with the insight of an artist. Colors complemented colors, wool rugs complemented Brazilian cherry floors, wood complemented leather, which was everywhere. He had beautiful leather wall hangings. It was cozy. I loved it.

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“I started with wine, I’ll remain with that.”

“I have a nice Carignane. You’ll like it.” Daryl was obviously much more of a wine connoisseur than me or Matt.

We toasted our new business relationship and then Daryl led me on a tour of his roomy house. It had three bedrooms with two and a half baths. He led me into the master bedroom and I followed, anticipating what I knew would very shortly be happening in that bedroom. A Stickley king-sized Mission-style bed was centered between two nightstands. Two double dressers added symmetry to the room. Silk ceiling-to-floor drapes adorned the windows. A full-length mirror framed in dark leather stood in the corner. I stood gawking.

Daryl moved closer and, taking me in his arms, kissed me. I kissed back. We broke and stared into each other’s eyes.

“I’ve thought about you often, Adriana. I’ve missed you.”

“I think about you too, Daryl. I have fond memories.” I sighed, reflecting. “We were too young to fall in love.”

“And I was too young to know,” he sang. I laughed at his quip. But then he added seriously, “But now I’m not too young.”

The fourteen years that elapsed since we had last made love disappeared and we began to disrobe. We were no longer kids hiding from our parents. We undressed each other without teenage awkwardness, standing and admiring each other’s nakedness.

Daryl had kept in shape. He retained a full head of hair. His body was toned, his hands were those of a craftsman, and his legs were sturdy. His penis was erect.

“You still have it, Adriana. You’ve kept your teenage shape and your curves are lovelier yet. May I?” he asked, holding his hands up to my breasts.

“Of course.” I eagerly anticipated his first touch.

Daryl took my breasts in his hands and rubbed and lifted them, evaluating their weight and shape. Apparently satisfied, he gave them a healthy squeeze to assess their firmness. His fingers on me felt so good.

“Just like I remember. Full, round, and firm.” He drew his attention to my kitty.

“You keep her shaved,” he observed.

“No, it’s waxed, much smoother.”

“She’s beautiful.” 

When Matt first dared me to shave during our game of strip poker I considered it an affront. I always kept myself trimmed and I think I look pretty good down there. Was he not satisfied with my natural look? Was he not satisfied with my sex? This was a personal issue that should have been kept private. I resented his dare in the presence of another couple. I had sat staring at him and considered refusing him. Now I was glad I didn’t. I loved the smoothness, the feel of a man’s hands on my bare skin.

Daryl gently pushed me onto his bed. He spread my legs and drew his face to my smoothness. He hesitated, admiring me up close. He toyed with my lips as he inspected, torturing me with wanting him and then audibly inhaled my redolence. He followed with a few gentle pecks and then more pronounced kisses. The want inside of me was becoming nearly unbearable. Kisses became full-length licks. He then turned his attention to entertaining my swollen clitoris. He’d forcefully drag his tongue up my slot, then would decrease pressure just before arriving at my clit and gently nurture her. Oh God, it felt good.

This contrast of forcefulness and tenderness was something I had never experienced. Matt was certainly adept at bringing me to climax, but his style was different. And forget about Tanner; making love with him was too coarse an affair for such nuance. Lying back and enjoying Daryl’s gentile attention, I vowed that I would have Matt adopt this technique.

Daryl’s tender ministrations soon brought me to a rousing finish. It came suddenly, like an explosion. I lost control and squirted on his face. This wasn’t common for me and I felt embarrassed. Daryl, on the other hand, was pleased with himself and with me.

“I knew you were a sexy girl the first time we made love,” he purred and kissed me. “You were sexy when you gave me your virginity. And you’re even more so now.” He wore my emissions proudly.

With that compliment, he mounted me. I was ready and had no compunction about making love with Daryl. Matt had surreptitiously arranged this tryst, even insisting I dress for sex. He must have known or wanted this to be the denouement of our meetings. I consider myself a good wife and was only too happy to oblige Matt’s wish, even though I could tell he regretted it now.

Daryl teased me by rubbing the head of his generously proportioned penis up and down my slot. He paused at my opening and with our eyes locked, he gently pushed in.

The feeling was a combination of nostalgia and the present. We were revisiting our teen years and our discovery of love. I remember Daryl as an awkward teenager, finding his way in the field of love. He probably remembered me the same way. But Daryl was no longer awkward, and I was no longer an ingénue.

Once fully inside me, Daryl paused. We remained motionless, our genitals and our thoughts as one. Memories of my first time flooded back. My original reaction to lovemaking was that of indifference. It hurt and it was messy. It didn’t hurt now. And messy was sexy. I felt so sexy now.

We soon established an easy cadence, moving together like practiced lovers. Daryl put me in several positions: on top, on my tummy, on my back with feet in the air, and on my hands and knees. He made me masturbate while he was inside me. He enjoyed my sex as he pleased, but always in a respectful manner. He moved his member from my kitty to my mouth several times, gently slapping my cheek as he did. He’d kiss my hot spot before reentering. His endurance was unbelievable. I don’t even know how many times I came.

Daryl’s eyes rolled as he finished deep inside me. He remained on top of me, panting for several minutes. He pulled out, still semi-erect. I took him in hand and pulled him into my mouth. I cleaned him up, savoring the taste of our sex. Daryl rolled beside me, spent.

“Wow,” he gasped. “It was never like that before.”

“We’re grown-ups now. We know how to please each other.”

“You certainly pleased me, Adriana. Your vagina is a work of art. And a feisty little kitty, too, I might add.”

“You brought out her best,” I giggled.

We shared some more pillow talk and kisses, then rose and dressed. Daryl drove me to my car and we parted like the lovers we now were, again. He didn’t ask me if there would be a next time but I think we both knew there would be.

Matt was in bed reading a book when I got home. It was well after eleven and it didn’t look like he’d got past page one.

“How did the meeting go?” he asked as I kicked off my pumps.

“Good. We struck a deal. Daryl will supply us with leather goods. I’ll allow him floor space to display his wares. The terms are generous for both,” I replied, facing the mirror and removing my earrings.

Matt stared silently at my back for some moments. “You’re awfully late. It took you that long to work out a simple arrangement?”

I turned toward him with impatience. “No, it didn’t. We worked it out quickly. Then he took me home and screwed me like a whore. And I loved it. Isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked pointedly.

Matt winced, not sure if I was being truthful or if I was still just being angry with him for his silly idea. He didn’t answer.

I retired to the bathroom without another word. I cleaned myself and removed my makeup. When I emerged, Matt turned the light out. I slid into bed next to him and gave him a hug.

“Let’s not stay angry. Let’s celebrate our new business agreement instead,” I said to my husband.

Matt was game and I proceeded to direct him in my newly-learned technique of cunnilingus.

Matt

I didn’t know if she was telling me the truth or just venting her anger, but when she came to bed directing me how to lick her, and I tasted the strange flavor of her pussy, my doubts evaporated.

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Thank you very much, SoHuggable for co-writing this story with me.