Dan stirred behind me, and that woke me up. I was thinking about calling Dave and going home early, and not spending the night. After all, I'd fucked Dan, and that was the point of this. I told Dan, and he seemed fine with it, and handed me my phone, grabbed his robe and left the room. I put my phone on the pillow, sat up, and took off my heels. Picking up the phone again, I swiped away from the picture of Dan's cum pouring out of my pussy and called the house phone. No answer. I tried again, in case Dave was on the toilet or something.
"That's odd," I thought. "He's out."
I tried a video call to his cellphone, and got a muffled response. The camera was covered up.
"Uncover the camera," I told him, and he appeared. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and he looked flustered.
"You just woke me," he said.
"Uh huh, where are you?"
"I'm at home."
"Just a sec," I said, and swiped over to the phone dialer, and called the house again. I waited until the third ring. then hung up.
"No you're not," I told him, "I just called and you didn't answer."
"No," he said, "I'm on the phone with you, so I ignored it."
"I didn't hear it ring," I said. "Where are you really?"
"I'm at Steve's."
"Without a shirt? Let me say hi to Steve."
"He's just nipped out."
"And left you there alone? That's kind of rude."
I knew he was hiding something.
"OK, I'm at hers, alright? Are you happy now?"
I hung up on him. I was fuming. I thought this was supposed to make us square, and we could try and move on from there, but it seemed more like this was just an excuse to get me out of the house so he could spend the night with her. Again.
I thought about going home then, to confront him when he got in, but that would probably be in the morning. Maybe I should go and start packing my stuff up to move out. Maybe I should start packing his fucking stuff, so he could move out. I didn't know.
I got up, and opened the door to the bedroom.
"I'm done," I called, and Dan headed back in.
"You OK?" he asked. He sounded genuinely concerned.
"No," I said, "he's fucking his hussy again."
I don't know why, but I wasn't sad. I was angry.
Dan reached out to give me a hug. I put my arms around him, and he held me tight.
"You'll be fine," he said.
"I already am," I said back to him. "I just haven't decided what to do yet."
We hugged for a little while longer, then I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"But now I'm going to have a shower."
I went to the bathroom, and started the shower running. I sat down and took my stockings and garter belt off, and Dan came in and gave me a towel, opened a drawer and took out a toothbrush, putting it on the towel. When he was gone, I pulled the butt plug out, and washed it off under the shower with some soap as the water got hot. I put it next to the sink.
I got in the shower and washed up. Standing under the hot water felt good, and it felt like the tension washed away too. Fuck him. I was going to go out with Dan and have some fun. I'd see where the evening took me, and whatever happened, happened. I wasn't going to feel bad about myself because my husband wanted to fuck somebody else, I had the world at my feet.
I got out of the shower and started toweling myself off. Dan had obviously heard the water stop, as he came in.
"I'll take a quick rinse," he said, stepping in and turning on the water.
"Jesus Christ," he said, "how do you stand it so hot?"
I wrapped the towel around myself, put some toothpaste on my toothbrush and headed out into the living room, brushing my teeth. Dan was done really quickly - guys always are, and he came out naked and cleaning his teeth too. I finished up and went and spat, and rinsed the toothbrush. I came out and watched Dan finish cleaning his teeth. His cock was jiggling, and I watched it, fascinated. It's not often I get to see Dan's cock when it isn't hard, or even when it isn't going inside me one way or another.
When he'd finished, he went and put his jeans on. Good, I didn't want the distraction at the moment. I was sort of sitting on the arm of his sofa when he came back into the living room, using his brush to brush my hair straight.
"So what do you want to do?" he asked me.
"I want to go out and have some fun," I said.
"OK, fun, or fun, fun?"
"Oh, definitely fun, fun," I said, knowing he knew I was talking about sex somewhere.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I guess I'll get dressed and we can find a bar, then see what happens."
"OK, do you want me to run down to the car and get your clothes?"
"Ah shit," I said, remembering, "I sort of didn't bring any clothes."
His eyebrows went up, quizzically.
"I was making a point to Dave, and I hadn't actually planned on leaving here."
"So you're going out naked?"
"No," I said, "I can probably use one of your shirts."
I went back into the bathroom. I hung the towel over the shower rail, then sat on the toilet and put my stockings and garter belt back on, then clipped the stockings to the straps.
As I came out, Dan wolf whistled to me, and I grinned. I needed the positive reinforcement then. I went and found my thong and bra, and slipped them on too, settling the straps of the thong high on my hips. I went back to the bedroom, and Dan followed me. I put my heels back on.
"OK, let's look at your shirts."
He opened the closet, and I looked at his shirts, finally settling on a maroon denim type thing. I put it on, and it covered my bum fairly well. I rolled the sleeves up so they weren't hanging off my arms, buttoned it up and stood in front of the mirror. It looked shapeless, like I was wearing a man's shirt.
"Do you have a belt?"
He handed me a black belt, and I put it on. It was a bit long, so when I'd buckled it up, I wrapped the end of it over the top and let it dangle down my side. It actually looked OK, I thought.
"How do I look?"
"I think you looked better before, but that looks fine," he said.
"Alright then, make yourself pretty and we can go out."
He grabbed a shirt, then walked into the bathroom. He came back with my butt plug.
"What do you want to do with this?" he asked.
"Do you have any lube, and I'll put it back in."
He grinned, and opened the bedside drawer.
"Give me that," I said, "I need to warm it up."
I took the butt plug from him, and put it in my mouth to warm it up.
"Bend over," he said, still grinning, taking a tube of lube from the drawer.
I bent over and held the end of the bed to steady myself.
I felt him lift the tail of the shirt over my back, then move the strap of my thong to the side. I felt something wet against my bum, and I thought it was the lube, but a few seconds later I realized it was warm, and it was his tongue, wiggling its way a little way in. I'm guessing twenty minutes or so wasn't enough time for my bum to close up fully again. I clenched my sphincter, and he pulled his tongue out, and put the cold tube there instead. I felt the lube squirt out, and inside me. He rubbed it with his finger, making sure it was all around, and squirted some pretty deep inside. He came around and took the plug from my mouth, then slowly pushed it in.
"All done," he said as the base settled in place.
I reached back and fixed my thong as I stood up, letting the shirt fall back down.
"How do I look?"
"Fine," he said. "You want to go somewhere nice?"
"I'm thinking we could have more fun in a dump," I said.
We headed out, stopping at my car so I could grab my coat, and ended up walking a short way to a crappy little dive bar.
Dan ordered a couple of bottles of beer and we went into a cramped little back room. There was a pool table. I like playing pool, especially against guys, because they always assume a girl can't play. There were five guys in there, playing pool, and I went and put some coins on the table.
Dan had found a chair by the wall, so I went over and started kissing on him to get things warmed up.
The current game finished, and one of the guys came over while another guy racked the balls.
"Miss, you're up," he said.
"Are you all finished already?"
"Yup, it's your turn."
"Who wants to play me?" I asked, taking off my coat.
"You're not playing your friend?" the guy asked.
"He doesn't play. Well, I'm not very good, but I like to play with balls."
The guys all seemed to be looking at me. I guess they'd got my innuendo.
"I'll play you," the guy said. "We don't have to play for money or anything."
"Oh good," I said, smiling at him, "I'd hate to lose too much."
He broke, smashing the balls all over the place. I didn't want to scare anybody off by being too good, so I sashayed over to the table, and made a big deal about bending over. I shot badly and went to give him the cue back.
He touched my hand as he took it. Game on.
I watched him putting some balls down, and when it came time to take the cue, I stroked his fingers as I did.
I stroked the cue absentmindedly, like it was a cock, and ran my tongue over my teeth while I decided on my shot. I could see them looking at me.
This time, I put one of the balls in a pocket, but left the white just rolling away. My next shot just touched one of my balls, and set him up for an easy shot.
I handed the cue back, and he licked his lips as he reached out to take it from me, holding my hand on the cue.
"Do you want to make this interesting?" he asked.
"I don't want to lose all my money," I said, pretending to look nervous.
"Nothing like that," he said. "You lose, you take something off. I lose, I take something off."
Finally, a game I could get behind.
"Like strip pool?" I asked.
He nodded.
I looked at Dan, then back at him.
