Erin Takes a Lover
As she felt Blake looking at her, Erin couldn't help thinking about something her husband Steven had said.
Steven had arrived at home just as the Amazon delivery driver was leaving. She meant to toss out the joke as a kind of meaningly tease.
"Oh, you caught us," she'd said. "If you'd come home earlier, you would have seen him bending me over the kitchen table."
She'd thought he'd laugh, or make some joke about being jealous, or chasing the man down, but instead he'd just smiled a crooked smile.
"I might have liked to see that," he'd replied instead. "I don't blame him. You look amazing today."
He'd kissed her cheek as he passed by her and went into the house, leaving her frozen there for a moment. When she did turn and step back into the house after him, he hadn't dropped onto the sofa like he would have normally done after a long day at work. Instead, he'd put his briefcase away in the closet and he was walking back towards her, smiling.
"You really do look sexy," he'd said, and then he'd kissed her again, this time fully on her lips. The kiss lingered, then intensified. She felt him hard through his pants.
"Really? Now?"
"Right now," he'd answered, and he led her eagerly to their bedroom.
They'd made love and it had been wonderful. Better and more passionate than it had been in a while, she'd thought. He was clearly so turned on by her, and she wondered if it was all because of her joke. She didn't know quite why, but she decided to push it a bit farther.
"Oh yes, just right there," she'd moaned as he rolled his hips in that one way she liked. "You're almost as good as him."
Her tease worked again, and he ratcheted up his enthusiasm and his efforts, using his hands to hold and caress her, his lips to kiss at her neck, all while grinding and thrusting deep into her. He managed to hold on long enough to allow her to reach orgasm first, and he moaned with such appreciation as she tightened and spasmed around his still-thrusting cock.
She'd laid back in the afterglow, once he too had reached climax, still feeling so wickedly pleased with herself.
"Clean me up, baby," she purred. "With your tongue."
"Really?" he'd asked, but with a smile rather than disbelief or disgust.
"Really."
He'd gone down on her with passion and dedication. He didn't just lick her clean, no, he'd worshipped her with his tongue while seemingly slurping up every drop of his own load. There had been something so naughty and kinky about it, that she'd found herself almost surprised while his ministrations brought her to the peak again, and she'd cum, wet and hard, against his lips.
He had smiled up at her after, his lips and chin soaked. Her skin glistened and glowed and tingled, and she'd pulled him up to kiss him. They'd laughed and kissed and just melted into each other's arms. It had been a perfect moment.
And so, as this man Blake ogled her in the break room at work, oblivious or indifferent to how obvious he was being, she imagined telling her husband about it, using this simple event as a trigger for another night of passion between the two of them. The thing was, she wasn't just thinking about it as a trigger or a story.
Erin was still relatively new at work. She and Steven had just moved across the country, and there was a lot to get used to. The city was much bigger than where they had come from. Home seemed like a small town compared to where they were now. They had a new home and she had a new job, and they were only just barely thinking about a new social circle. They'd even talked at home about how they had a chance to actually re-define themselves.
One thing about living in a smaller town was that everyone seemed to know everything about you, and more than you'd like about your business. The one time she actually dared to go out and buy herself a vibrator, she'd driven an hour and a half to the next city over, just because she didn't want to be seen in the store by anyone she knew.
Erin gave herself permission to wonder, perhaps just for a minute or two, if the new, big-city version of herself was the kind of woman who wanted a man like Blake to look at her like this, and maybe do more than look. He was a handsome man who managed to look a bit kind as well. He looked 'normal' in the way she liked -- strong and sort of fit under some ordinary softness, and not like one of those muscle-bound gym devotees who was far more into himself than anyone else.
If it turned Steven on so much to just be teased about her being with another man, how might it affect him to actually see it? What if it was Blake who was at her house when Steven came home. What if she was really bent over with him thrusting into her from behind? Would Steven just stand there and watch? Would he walk up to her and join in, kissing her hungrily while this other man's cock was thrusting into her? What if, after, it was Blake's cum that Steven was licking out of her tingling and well-used pussy?
She forced the thoughts out of her mind, as she realised they were making her a bit hot and bothered. She could feel herself getting a touch warm and wet and, if she wasn't careful, Blake might be starting at stiffened nipples soon.
Later in the day, after a few hours of being relatively disciplined with her thoughts, she ran into Blake again while getting a coffee. She struck up a conversation with him. She didn't try to flirt with him, but she didn't really try not to either. She was just being friendly, and just finding out a bit more about him. She was new in town, after all, and getting to know the people she worked with. It turned out that he was unmarried, a couple years out from an apparently amicable divorce -- he described the situation as two teenage sweethearts who got married too young and at least realized they had made a mistake before they really disliked each other or had any kids to complicate things. He lived alone, had a few hobbies like carpentry and bowling, and had some good friends.
He just seemed to Erin like a really nice guy - the kind you'd see smiling at the end of the bar in a pub, laughing with his buddies. Erin, however, also happened to be imagining him unbuttoning her blouse and sliding his large hands into the cups of her bra to tease her sensitive nipples before turning her around and bending her over and railing her. She blushed and smiled, nodding as he described a recent night out and hoping that her reactions weren't noticeable. She wasn't sure that "office slut" was part of the new her she wanted to define. She wasn't totally imagining things, she was sure, as she felt confident that Blake was flirting back.
At home, Steven was so sweet and thoughtful. Ever since they'd moved, he'd seemed so attentive. He never complained or hesitated when she asked him for anything, even hopping right back up again when he'd just sat down, just because he realized her drink was empty or she was thinking about a snack.
"Do you want to go out tonight?" she asked on a whim.
"Out? Sure," he answered. "What did you have in mind?"
"Actually, I'd love to go dancing. I saw a flyer someone put up at work about a club that looks fun."
"Wow, I haven't been to a club in ages," he mused.
"Is it a silly idea?" she asked.
"Not at all. Sounds fun, and why shouldn't we have a fun night?"
"Okay, great. I'll get changed," she said.
They bustled about, with Steven deciding to take a quick shower. When he came out, looking quite handsome in a newish pair of black jeans and a crisp, well-fitting red shirt, Erin was eager to get his reaction on the outfit she'd chosen.
"Holy fuck," Steven said, drinking in her appearance.
She stood before him in black knee high boots, fishnet stockings, a short and tight pink skirt and a white sink tank top. The straps of her black lace push-up bra were peeking out at her shoulders.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "It's not too much?"
"You could never be too much," he answered with a smile, then stepped close to kiss her.
"Thank you, but I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard, or that I'm looking too slutty."
"Babe, you look incredible. I'm going to be seeing a lot of jealous looks, since I get to be with you. I almost want to just take you to bed right now."
"I've already done my makeup, so we're going out!" she laughed.
"Oh, alright," he said, smiling right along with her.
"Besides," she joked. "Maybe I'll get a better offer at this club."
