Thanks to Todd172 for an early read, and thanks to my Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958 for her guidance and editing.
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I don't know what was worse, that damn alarm clock going off or the sun shining in my eyes because Steve had forgotten to pull down the shade, again.
I looked over my shoulder at him gently snoring away. That man could sleep through an atomic bomb, and, of course, his back was turned towards the window. I suppose I could have faced that way, but it would have meant sleeping on my right shoulder, which was always uncomfortable for me.
We had had one of our two or three times a week sex sessions, and Steve made sure I got off as usual, but the old spark just didn't seem to be there.
Some of the girls at work were talking about Kelly Brock, the new girl in Accounting, and how she was always bragging about her lovers. I was taken aback.
"I thought that she was married," I said.
"Oh, she is," Jane giggled, "but she says that after dating Paul for three years and two years of marriage she got bored with the "same old, same old," and decided to look up one of her better endowed boyfriends.
"She said that the sex was out of this world, even better than she remembered it. She thought that maybe the illicit nature of it made it more exciting."
"She claimed that her husband also benefitted," Sally chimed in. "She said that she was so hot after being with her lover that she practically attacked him when he came home."
"He didn't mind sloppy seconds?" I asked.
"Oh, he never knew," Sally said, "Though after he commented one time about how wet she was, she started making sure she cleaned up before going home."
I could feel my pussy moistening and wondered if this might be the solution to my problem, but the idea of cheating on Steve horrified me.
I was turned on enough that I talked Steve into bed before dinner, not that it took a lot of talking, and we had one of our best love-making sessions in a long time. As I basked in the afterglow, instead of realizing how much my own attitude had helped us, I started to wonder, if just the fantasy of a lover had this kind of an affect, how much more would an actual lover do?
The girls in the office were planning a Girls' Night Out for that Friday. I tended not to go, but I thought I'd go, maybe have a chance to talk to Kelly.
When Steve came home, I nervously broached the subject.
"Um, Steve, some of the girls are getting together after work on Friday, have a bite to eat, then maybe go out for a couple of drinks, maybe a little dancing."
"Sounds like fun, Honey. Why don't you go with them? It'll do you good, let your hair down, get away from the old ball and chain."
I wondered if he would be so willing if he knew the thoughts running through my head. Not that I was planning on cheating this Friday, or anything, but this might be the foot in the door.
"Are you sure, Honey? You won't mind me dancing with other guys?"
"You dance with other guys all the time. Why should it bother me now?"
"The other times you're with me, this is different."
"Honey, I trust you. It's not like you're going to sleep with any of them," he said with a chuckle. "Just be sure to leave space for the Holy Spirit during the slow dances."
I was glad that Steve was looking down and didn't see the look on my face when he mentioned sleeping with them. Fortunately, I recovered quickly.
"Okay, Steve, as long as you're sure."
"I'm sure, Babe. Maybe I'll get a few guys together to go to the sports bar and watch the Celtics game. We'll drink beer, eat with our fingers and belch, with no women to correct us."
Friday came quickly, and as I dressed for work I gave extra thought to my lingerie. Not that I was expecting anybody to see it, except for maybe Steve when I came home, but I wanted to feel sexy. Back in the drawer went the plain white Playtex bra and granny panties. I pushed aside my red and my black Victoria Secret thong sets, and pulled out my white lace bra and bikini briefs.
As I put them on, the silky feel sent a shiver through me, and I had to shake it off, reminding myself that I wasn't going out to cheat on Steve.
I took similar care with my outfit. It obviously had to be business appropriate, but I also wanted to stand out that night. I chose a black leather skirt that was only an inch or so shorter than I usually wore to work, but it had a zipper that I could pull up to show a little more leg. A button-up semi-sheer blouse with a blazer for the office completed the basic look. I didn't expect that the blazer would last long once we hit the club. I wore low-heel pumps for the office, but had a pair of four-inch strappy heels to change into in the car after work.
A quick spritz of my usual cologne and I was ready to rock-and-roll.
Steve gave me an admiring once-over as I gave him a quick kiss before leaving for work.
"Now, you make sure you behave yourself," he said with a grin, never giving a thought that I ever wouldn't.
When I got to the restaurant, the girls were all aflutter.
"You won't believe who's going to be at the club tonight," Jane said with a giggle.
"Who? Kelly?" I said hopefully.
"Better!" Sally said, "Jonathon Richmond!"
Jonathon was a relatively new addition to our office, and if I'm going to be honest, I had a bit of a crush on him.
I won't say that he was some sort of a Greek god, or anything, but he was certainly pleasant to look at. He was a few years younger that Steve and me, with an athletic build, broad shoulders and narrow hips. He wasn't overly muscled, but seemed to be in good shape.
He had been the subject of more than one of my masturbatory fantasies, and I have to admit, his image intruded on a couple of my love-making sessions with Steve.
I was nervous as a schoolgirl when we got to the club, and felt both relief and disappointment to find that Jonathon wasn't there.
After we got our first round of drinks I started a quiet conversation with Kelly.
"Um, I feel a little funny bringing this up, Kelly, but I've heard rumors that you like to . . . um . . . uh . . ."
"You don't have to beat around the bush, Susan," Kelly said laughing, "I sometimes cheat on Paul."
I was shocked by her frankness.
"Don't you feel guilty? What if Paul found out? What if he decided to cheat?"
"First of all, if I found out that he cheated, I'd cut his balls off!. Yeah, that makes me a hypocrite, so sue me.
"Guilty? Yeah, I guess I did feel a little guilty, at first, but I was having so much fun I got over that quickly.
"Paul wasn't missing out, I gave him all that he could handle. Even after I had a session with one of my boy toys he was worn out before I was.
"I honestly don't know what I would do if Paul found out. In my dreams he would see that my play time wasn't hurting anything, and would let me continue."
"You don't really believe that do you? I would be lucky if Steve did nothing more than kick me to the curb."
"No, I don't really believe that. As I said, that was my dream scenario. Maybe he would forgive me if I swore to stop, but I don't honestly think that I can, so I suppose we would probably have to divorce."
"That doesn't sound like a risk that I would want to take," I said.
"Well, if you're careful, it's not that much of a risk. I've been doing it for two years now, and Paul doesn't suspect a thing."
She must have sensed my indecision.
"Look, Susan, this isn't for everyone. For me, the thrill of the chase, the fun of exploring a new lover is worth whatever risk there may be. Your mileage may vary."
"Thanks, Kelly, I guess I'll have to give it more thought."
She patted my hand.
"You do that," she said, "meanwhile, I think I see a likely prospect." She got up and headed toward the bar.
When she got up, Jane and Sally came over and sat on either side of me.
"So," Jane said, "We saw you talking to Kelly. I guess it's safe to assume what you were talking about?"
I blushed and nodded my head.
"And . . ." Sally said.
"Well, she certainly made it sound exciting, but it would just kill me if Steve found out and I lost him."
"If I were you," Jane said, "I'd be careful. Keep the drinking to a minimum, have some fun, tease a few guys, but leave them wanting. You'll probably be a little wound up; take that energy home and turn it loose on Steve. I'm sure he'll appreciate it, and pay it back in spades."
I knew in my heart that she was right, and had made up my mind to follow her advice, when Jonathon came into the club, and all of my resolve just vanished.
He spotted us and walked over to our table. He took each of our hands and gave each of us a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"May I join you, ladies?" he asked.
"Please," we all said at once, feeling a little embarrassed at our eagerness.
He just smiled, sat down, waved the waitress over and ordered a round of drinks.
I must have been day-dreaming, because Sally elbowed me in the ribs, and I looked up at a bemused Jonathon.
"Susan," he said, apparently for the second time, "would you care to dance?"
I snapped myself out of my fugue state enough to nod yes, and he took my hand and led me to the dance floor.
He was a perfect gentleman (Darn it!), kept his hands to himself and didn't try to get too close. In fact, he backed away when I tried to get a little too close.
After two dances, we returned to the table and he danced several dances with the rest of the ladies.
I did dance with some of the other man at the club, but kept coming back to Jonathon.
He was the perfect wingman, keeping the pussy hounds at bay, and making sure we got to our cars safely.
My juices were really flowing, and it was a minor miracle that I didn't get into an accident before I got home.
I was so hot to trot that I was shedding my clothes on the way to the bedroom.
Steve was already asleep, but fortunately for my purposes, he sleeps in the nude.
I pulled back the covers, gently pushed Steve onto his back and started sucking his cock to life.
Steve was soon awake, with a silly grin on his face.
"If this is how your Girls' Nights Out are going to end, maybe you should have them more often!" he said as he stroked my hair.
As soon as I had him nice and hard I climbed on him. I immediately sank down onto his thick cock, almost coming on the spot.
Steve started massaging my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumbs as I once more neared my peak. As I rocked back and forth, I could see that Steve was nearing the end. I reached down to my clit and came with a rush just as I felt Steve shoot his hot load deep into my pussy.
I collapsed onto Steve, resting my head on his chest, as he gently stroked my hair again.
