Author's note: This is a work of fiction. No harm is meant by it.
Prologue
She sat in her car, having just dropped her daughters off at school. Even though a mom now and pushing forty, she still had that perky youthful look that didn't require anything more than a little lipstick. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a little ponytail and she was dressed like most of the other mothers she had seen in the drop off line: yoga pants, hoodie and tank top.
She looked at the number she had written down on a post-it note again and shivered at the thought of what she was considering. Was she doing this for the right reason? She wondered.
In the end, she stopped trying to think it out and went with what her feeling told her. Her hands shaking, she punched in the numbers on the screen of her phone and waited. With her other hand, she sent the audio to her phone, not trusting it to be secret if it was being blared from the car's speakers.
On the third ring, the call recipient picked up the phone. "Hi," she said in as calm and upbeat tone as she could muster. "Is this..."
She paused for a moment listening to the voice on the other end before continuing. "Well.. wow... ok... so Janet... Janet Silver ... yeah she's great...how do I know her? Actually its funny, her kids go to school with mine and we met doing a fundraiser last year."
She paused and then felt embarrassed as a nervous giggle escaped. Why couldn't she be cool like the people she played? "Yeah,.. I guess I did forget to introduce myself. My name is Kristen... Kristen Bell...."
"Ahh that's so sweet of you to say. I'm really proud of that ..." she paused again listening.
"So Janet said you could help me with something. I'm setting up a little something for when my husband gets back... oh ... ummm... well we've talked about it a little in the past... no... we...G-d... we're kind of boring, especially since the kids."
After listening to the other person for a moment, "No... well to tell the truth I have a little experience, well more than a little to be honest." She could feel her cheeks flushing red as she admitted to life before Dax. All of her transgressions had been discrete, but admitting to any of them was both embarrassing and arousing as memories she hadn't thought of in years came rushing back.
"So yeah... look, I have to admit, I know that Janet does some work for your company and handles some of your other books. And for this, ... I... I wanted someone who was professional so that it was clear where things start and end."
She waited for a moment, not realizing that she was holding her breath until the person on the other end stopped talking. Kristen then gave a relieved giggle, "I'm so glad you understand, I felt so ... I'm that kind of person but like I felt like I sounded like one of those people who ... thank you."
Kristen listened again as the person on the other end of the phone spoke, her smile getting a little broader. "That's totally doable. I'm not exactly sure when my husband is going to get home, but it should be the three weeks from yesterday... yeah the 18th... oh thank you. I can text you the rest, ok? Wonderful."
A few moments later, she disconnected the call and gave a contented sigh. There was no turning back now, Kristen thought to herself.
And that made her feel even more at ease as she drove off to her yoga class.
Part 1
Kristen sat in the back of the car she had hired to pick up Dax. She smiled at herself, running her hand to smooth the hem of teal halter minidress. Had to make sure no one could see she was wearing stockings and garters underneath. She had chosen the dress because of the way Dax looked at her when she wore at a premiere the year before. She had on matching, peep toed 5-inch stiletto heels and her hair was slicked back giving it a wet look.
She smiled broadly as the door open and Dax stooped in to look. "Babe! I could have Ubered...wow! You look amazing!" He looked like he usually did, although with maybe a bit more tiredness around his eyes. He had been here for 30 days since he finally admitted to falling off the wagon to her.
They must have had him exercise because the bloat from all the pills he had been taking had made him look puffy and out of shape. But the Dax who was leaning into the car had that leaner look back, like he was ready to go back out on his motorcycle and race.
Kristen turned up the wattage on her smile as she cocked her head a little bad patted the seat next to her. "Don'tcha want a ride big boy?"
Dax smiled and slid into the cabin and sat next to her. They hugged for a moment, holding each other tightly. Dax whispered, "Babe, I'm sorry...I.."
Kristen shushed him, putting her manicured nail on his lips. "We're not going to talk about that. We're going to have date night. The kids will see you tomorrow and they're ok with that."
An hour later, they arrived at the Beverly Hills Hotel and were shown to Bungalow No. 7. As soon as the bellhop was out of the room, the tiny blonde lead him through the suite and into the bedroom. Once there, she tossed her handbag with not the bed and then pushed Dax into a chair near the foot of the bed and straddled his legs. Leaning forward, she gave a series of soft little kisses up his neck to his ear.
She nibbled on the earlobe for a moment, pushing his hands back down as he tried to feel her up. Kristen purred for a moment in his ear, and just as he always did when he wasn't stoned, his head fell back and she knew his eyes were rolling back.
"Now mommy missed her husband while he was gone for 30 days," she whispered in his ear. Her hands were now running up his body as purred once more. She lowered herself a little, pressing her still perky b cups through her dress against him.
"Oh babe," said Dax, squirming as he felt his erection caught uncomfortably in his pants as his teased him. "I missed you... g-d I missed you..."
"Shhhhh," said Kristen, putting her finger on his lips once more. Sliding off him, she stood up and tapped the face of her Apple Watch, turning on the playlist she had queued up on her phone. As the music came up, she started to work her body in time with it, spinning in place and then bending at the waist for a moment, looking at him from between her legs and then standing again.
Kristen undid the zip on back of the dress and then pulled off the halter. She had not been wearing a bra but her hands covered his breasts as she moved closer to him once more. Straddling his lap once more, she leaned in and pulled her hands away, revealing her breast to him, letting one nipple and then the other hang just out of reach of his mouth.
Dax was turned on. Even after years of marriage and children, he still found his wife to be sexy and gorgeous. And everything she had done, they were all high on his list of things that made him a drooling, horny fool. His cock needed some relief, caught in his pants at an odd angle. "Babe.."
As he opened his mouth, leaned in, silencing it with a nipple. "Good boy," she moaned, feeling his teeth on her nipple, running her fingers through his hair. "I bet my man wants something more than a nipple, doesn't he?"
He nodded eagerly, suckling the nipple. Kristen continued running her fingers through his hair, saying in throaty whisper "Tell mama what you want."
"I wanna..." Dax said, gasping, trying to focus through the haze of lust, "I wanna make love to you babe. It's been so long!"
Kristen rewarded him by moving her knee between his thighs, gently nudging his stiff cock with it. A moment after that, she let her hand trail down his body, grasping his shaft through his jeans. "Looks like someone really wants to have fun."
