Domestic Bliss
"It's so good to have you here." David had given her a little complacent smile as he sat down for his meal. "So good for us to have a weekend like a family should."
David's approved form of weekend seemed to consist of Dee racing round preparing meals and ferrying the youngsters to their various sports and social appointments. Meanwhile, David had been on the sofa watching TV or snoring his head off. Had all their weekends been like this until not so long ago? Until Saturday had become her day to be with her new man, with Shaka.
How she wished she could be with him right now. Back here she was just some sort of an unpaid domestic servant. Shaka knew how to treat her as a beautiful woman, as a sexual being, as someone desirable. He knew how to break her free of all the restraints, the suffocating bonds of 'propriety'. He knew how to let her express who she truly was. More than that - he relished his time with her and wasn't afraid to show it. He valued her.
"DEE!"
Oh no - he'd woken up again. What now?
"Maddy and Leah have left some toys in here. Can you tidy them up?"
Her blood boiled at it. It almost made it worse that he didn't know he was doing it. He just assuming that she only existed to make his life easier. Some men might deserve that, she knew one at least, but David wasn't one of them.
How she desperately wanted to be over in the Capital with Shaka right now, at this very instant. She never understood how desperately she needed him until she was forced to miss him like this. It had just been too dangerous - too close to the most fertile part of her cycle. If she had gone to him today there was a very real chance that she would have come back with new life growing within her. Their child. She knew all that but still, growing all through today, had been that longing, that need to be with him.
She felt a rush of desire pass through her. She fought with the conscious level of her mind to combat that most basic of desires. That most certainly could NOT happen. There were three reasons - young Davey, Maddy and Leah. Her marriage and David - she'd cast them aside in a heart-beat. That realisation caused a momentary shock for her but it was too obvious to even make a pretence of denying it to herself. However, there were the children. They were the game-changer. They were the reason she could never leave David, could never ... escape from this marriage.
She blinked back tears at something Davey had said to her. It had been just the other day. She'd asked him how he felt about the move, how he liked his new home and school.
He had thought carefully about it - as an eight-year old sometimes will. "I loved living at home, our old home, but I'm still glad we moved."
She had smiled at how serious he seemed. "Why's that Davey?"
"Because you are so much happier here."
She'd had to fight to keep the smile on her face. That was the thing about children, especially your own children. They could pick up on things very quickly. The most unexpected things. Davey knew that she was a lot happier but, thank goodness, he didn't know why. He didn't know it was because Shaka made her feel alive again, made her feel desirable and valued again.
Davey had seen it. Well, he was a sharp young man. In that he certainly seemed to take after his Mom rather than his Dad. David senior didn't seem to have noticed a darned thing - except that he had to look after the children one day a week. What about the girls? Well they were younger. It brought it home though. She couldn't blow their young lives apart by being selfishly stupid. She had to be so careful.
Her husband had accepted the 'professional development' story. He didn't like it - but he'd accepted it. She left every Saturday morning and returned late at night. That she could get away with. She just had to be SUPER careful.
But it was so darned difficult. She wanted to be with Shaka tonight, she NEEDED to be with him tonight. She was an addict needing her fix. Part of it was Shaka's fault. He'd made it clear he didn't like anything coming between him and his women. No condoms of course but also no diaphragms or pills, even morning-after ones. To be one of Shaka's women meant giving yourself up totally and unconditionally. She had agreed but sometimes it was so damned hard.
Walking the Walk
Dee was feeling positively over-dressed. She wore a little red dress that Shaka had picked out for her. Held up by a couple of the thinnest shoulder straps it plunged at the front to reveal plenty of side-boob and then hugged tightly to her curves until it ended about half-way down her thigh. The red was vibrant, demanding attention from anyone that saw it. She had to move carefully. In a dress like this you couldn't wear panties. Her shapely legs were bare down to a pair of moderate heels, a little treat she had bought herself.
She wore a necklace, almost a collar, of silver links. That had been another present from Shaka. Apart from her 'Shaka hoops' it was her only jewellery - well if you didn't count her rings of course. Shaka insisted she wore those whenever she was out with him.
All in all an outfit that would have had her husband spitting feathers of prudish outrage but Dee still felt positively over-dressed. It was all a matter of comparison. Her new friends, almost her new sisters in this new life, Georgia and Anna, were to blame. They both looked like street walkers!
Georgia was wearing a little black top - lace over the breasts and then perhaps four inches of latex laced extra tight. So she was showing an awesome cleavage just like Dee but you didn't need to look too hard to see the dark of nipple through that lace. The top also ended a good inch above her navel - leaving it and a lot of flat toned white stomach exposed. Dee had been around long enough now to know how a certain group of Black men loved to see that. It was almost a challenge to them. A beautiful white woman at their club flaunting her flat belly was a job only half done. If Georgia's top was tight then her pants were almost painted on. Black latex again with a belt at the top. The pants extended down to a couple of inches above her ankles - again leaving the pale skin exposed. That was no mystery to Dee either now. If you didn't leave your ankles exposed then how could a potential Black bull see your anklet? Georgia's had four little charms attached. 'I', then a heart to symbolise love, then a small black cockerel and finally the Queen of Spades motif. She wore black kitten heels that laced up at the front and left her toes exposed. There were Black guys that really loved a shapely pair of white feet too.
Izeye looked like the cock of the walk - not surprising really. He didn't just have Georgia on one arm but Anna on the other and she looked just as amazing. Her blonde hair hung down to her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. She wore her Master's collar and hanging from it was a top of black netting that clung tight to the upper part of her body and obscured almost nothing. Her breasts were barely covered by one thin strip of solid material within the mesh. The pale skin of her arms and shoulders was left exposed as was perhaps three inches above her skirt. That skirt was also black, of tight PVC, and came down only half way to her knees. Then there was another couple of inches of enticingly bare perfect pale skin before the black garters that held up her stockings. On her feet were a pair of kitten heels - black as well, save for the startling flash of scarlet from their soles. She had an anklet of her own, 'B', 'B' and 'C' along with that QOS symbol.
Dee might have felt that she had to up her game but for the reassuring presence of Shaka. She had learned to dress to please her man. He had made it clear that he liked her looking 'classy but available' when she was with him. He liked every man there to know that she was his and that made her proud.
The crowd at the club was pretty much all African-American with just a scattering of white and Hispanic women. The beats were heavy and unambiguously 'urban'. The DJ knew how to please his crowd. It was positively deafening. The evening had effectively been playing out as a silent movie for Dee since they had arrived! The light show illuminating and then hiding the hundreds of dancers.
