This is the second chapter in the "Her 45th Birthday Dilemma" series of stories. This series is about a woman, Jenna (a.k.a. "Jade"), who is turning 45 years old soon. Her yearning back to a time in her past when she was an exotic dancer has begun to take over her thoughts. And now, she has acted upon those thoughts for the first time by dancing at a private Superbowl Party. For the lead up to this part of the story, see the first chapter in this series.
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The 20-minute drive home was a mix of emotions. Jenna (a.k.a. "Jade") was exhilarated at what she just did, and a bit worried that her husband would suspect something when he returned from his business trip in a few days. Could she hide her emotions? Could she put this into the proper perspective of something she
had to do
before turning 45 years old? So many thoughts, the minutes flew by and she found herself pulling into her driveway at home.
She noticed that there were lights on in illuminating the kitchen window, and she was sure she had shut them off before leaving. Perhaps one of the kids got home and raided the fridge and forgot to turn out the lights? That has to be it, they were always doing that then going up to their rooms to play video games or watch TV. She tossed the thought from her mind, got her travel bag of "dance clothes" and headed into the house.
Taking out her key, she placed it into the lock and turned ... it was UNLOCKED already. Those kids!! How many times has she told them to lock the door behind themselves. She called out to her almost adult aged kids (both approaching 18 years old now).
"Brandon!? Kimberly!?" there was no answer.
She dropped her bag in the foyer, then closed and locked the door behind her.
"How many times have I told you two to LOCK the door behind you when you come in the house!?" she exclaimed loud enough for them to hear upstairs.
Suddenly, a deeper man's voice responded, "Oh, sorry honey! I was in a rush to get back and grab a bite. I didn't get anything to eat on the flight home. "
It was her HUSBAND Brad. She stopped in her tracks, she was frozen in place. He was not supposed to be home for days from that trip. How will she explain her travel bag in the foyer? Does her face clearly show her secret? She desperately needed to shower to wash off the glitter that remained on her tits, which was now hidden by her conservative shirt.
She took a few steps back to the foyer, grabbed her bag, and tossed it into the hall closet. She returned to walk toward the kitchen, turning the corner to see her husband's ass, covered in his boxers, as he bent over rummaging in the lower shelves of the fridge. The view looked good, he did have a cute butt, and his legs were muscular and strong, especially when they were between hers and pounding his massive cock into her pussy.
"Hello dear, I wasn't expecting you home so early. What happened?" she sheepishly asked from the kitchen doorway. Trying to be nonchalant as if she just got home from a shopping trip as she awaited his response nervously.
"Well, the important part of the conference was over for me, and all they were going to do was go out and party all night. I decided I wanted to come home instead, so I redeemed my ticket for an earlier flight home. To be honest, I missed you, and was surprised when you were not here when I arrived." he responded calmly and logically (as he usually was).
He missed her and came home early. Now she felt like shit. She just had a great night of topless dancing, and then did a lap dance and fucked a stranger, who came on her face and tits, all for money. Granted, she made about $800.00 this one night, but it didn't make it right. She was a swirling vortex of mixed emotions; guilty, sad, embarrassed, confused and excited. A combination of all the above. She had to get out of this situation somehow before she broke down in tears.
"Well, I was bored, what with the kids pretty much on their own at this point, so I went out shopping for a few hours. I'm going upstairs to change and freshen up, OK dear?" she tried to calmly and honestly state as her heart was pounding, and she was welling up inside.
"Shopping? What did you buy? Anything interesting, you know, sexy?" Brad asked as he quickly stood up from his foraging and turned to look her in the eyes. A devilish smile on his face, as if he also had a hidden secret.
Jenna was surprised, as Brad has not mentioned her sexy buying habits in years. She used to go out and buy sexy outfits when the children were young, and their marriage was new. But it seemed the last few years had been a routine of him traveling for work, and her keeping house and managing the kids. He was a great provider, but she wanted more of the spark she had when she was dancing. That free swinging young woman that felt no shame for anything she did, was proud and confident in herself.
Tonight, she had that same feeling again, and it seemed to begin to retreat back into obscurity with the unexpected arrival of her husband. However, this question of his put her off balance and surprised her since his sexual desire seemed to have warned the past few years and he had not been that bold in openly looking enthused about the possibility of her buying something sexy.
She was unsure of how to answer, and hesitated, perhaps a bit too long. Brad noticed the pause, and was about to comment when she spoke up, "Not really. But I do have something you might find sexy. Would you like me to put it on for you now? It would only take a minute or two." She was thinking of the Cowboy Cheerleader outfit in the travel bag that now rested in the hall closet.
"Sure, I'd love to see you model it for me. I'll meet you in the TV room, OK?" Brad eagerly said as he darted from the kitchen toward the TV room.
Hmmm...he must be really horny tonight she thought. I guess that is what he meant about "missing me". Once Brad was out of sight, she went to the hall closet, grabbed her travel bag and went to the upstairs bathroom to change. She took a quick shower, freshened up her pussy for him, and began to dress. Braless, she put on the cutoff football shirt, the short skirt with no panties, and the cowboy boots. A little spritz of perfume on some key areas, and in only about 20 minutes she was ready. She headed down the stairs and toward the TV room when she heard the sound of sports on the TV. Odd, since she knew Brad was not a big sports fan usually. Sure, he would get into the playoffs and big games but those were not going on right now. The only game that met that standard was the Superbowl game. The SUPERBOWL!! OMG she thought, he must have DVR'd the game and was watching it now!!
Not knowing what to do she hesitantly called out to Brad in a shaky voice, "Brad, are you still interested in seeing my outfit? I hear the game on and don't want you to stop it just for me."
Brad shouted out to her, "Hell no baby, come on in, I want to see it, the game is almost in halftime anyways. You gotta love DVR's fast forward through the commercials and the game goes so much faster. Come on in when you are ready"
Well, it's now or never, she realized she had less butterflies in her stomach when she was going to do this exact same thing earlier tonight for a room full of strangers. Yet now, she was hesitant to do it in her own home for her own husband. But, even so, she found she is getting aroused and wet again. This was exciting her again, the return of the showgirl, two times tonight. Like old times doing 4 sets a night, nude on stage.
