Note to readers: thanks again to everyone for the feedback on the first two chapters! To those who have expressed frustration at the pace, just remember real life stories will take more time and have more detail. If you just want fast-fuck-fiction this probably isn't a story for you.
To all the moms who asked about the diet, it was South Beach, with a rigorous (4-5 days/week) cardio and weight-training routine. The secret, I found, was doing very deep breathing through both cardio and weights – that seemed to really help shed the pounds. Adding a twenty or thirty minute walk a couple of times a week (again, doing deep breathing throughout) helps too.
Hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it! Tammy
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Sunday was mostly routine – going to church, doing the laundry, making dinner, picking up the house because the cleaning service came on Monday. After dinner, while two of the kids played in the family room and the third was upstairs on the computer, I sat at the kitchen table with Jack, going over the week's schedule.
"OK, tomorrow I've got a staff meeting at the office starting at 1, that might go long so why don't you plan on picking up the kids after school unless you hear from me?"
(I should add that Jack is a self-employed inventory management guru, consulting for Web and other retailers, and, like me, he also works out of the home office).
"So we'll go shopping tomorrow morning?" he asked, arching his eyebrows hopefully. I smiled back at him – this week would be anything but routine, in one respect anyway. "Mmmm-hmmmm," I said with a mischievous smile. "We'll go out shopping as soon as the stores open at 10." His eyes sparkled with anticipation, and we moved to discussion of Tuesday.
"I've got United Way in the morning of course," I said with exaggerated innocence. Leaning across the table, I whispered conspiratorially, "that might go long too, so why don't you plan on picking up the kids after school unless you hear from me?" Jack leaned back across the table and kissed me gently on the cheek. "I'd be happy to, Tam. I'll even grill up some more chicken and burgers for dinner if you run
really
late."
"That's so thoughtful of you, sweetheart," I replied, coyly turning my head and batting my eyes.
"Or maybe I should invite Derek over for dinner," I said teasingly. "Do you suppose he'll like white meat?"
Wow
, I thought,
saying that felt SO deliciously nasty!
Jack's eyes widened and his face broke into a huge grin. He walked behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. "Everyone loves white meat, as long as it's dressed properly," he whispered. "We just need to make sure it's extra moist for him."
One of his hands slowly dropped down inside my polo shirt to fondle a breast. The tingle between my legs told me we'd be trying to get the kids to bed a little early tonight.
"Don't worry, honey," I said, my breath quickening as the tingle traveled throughout my body. "Making it extra moist won't be a problem."
"And if the meeting goes
really really
late," Jack added, giving my breast a steadily tightening squeeze, "I'll even take care of breakfast for the kids on Wednesday morning."
Again I marveled at what a powerful aphrodisiac my Derek fantasies were – here we were, getting each other all hot and bothered about the ridiculous idea of Derek catching a glimpse of my bra and then screwing me for hours and hours and hours in just two days time.
After backpack and homework checks and baths and bill-paying, we once again found ourselves locked in our bedroom. Jack dimmed the lights, walked behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, giving me little brush kisses on the back of my neck. "Put on your black corset and stockings," he said in a low, no-nonsense voice. "And wear the highest heels you've got." With a firm slap on my ass, he sent me on my way.
I picked out the corset and stockings from my lingerie drawer, and went to the walk-in closet to change. The mysterious tone in Jack's voice was making me
very
hot – but he couldn't possibly top last night's surprises.
Could he?
After taking off my clothes, I put on the corset, carefully connecting each hook, leaving my breasts completely exposed. I pulled on the stockings, and secured them to the corset's garters. Looking at my assortment of shoes, I selected a black pair that I rarely wore because the toe made them somewhat uncomfortable. Noticing the thin layer of dust on them, I retrieved the panties I had worn that day from the hamper, wiped them off and slipped on the shoes.
Taking a deep breath and tottering a bit on the unfamiliar high heels, I walked back into the bedroom towards my husband. Jack was standing at the foot of the bed, his arms behind him.
"Turn around, and put your hands behind your back," he instructed tersely. My heart raced as I turned my back to him, and slowly brought my wrists together. I closed my eyes as I felt the cold metal of our handcuffs click around one, then the other, wrist.
He walked in front of me and stroked my cheek softly with his hand. "I have waited for so many years to watch you be taken by another man, Tammy," he said, kissing my cheek and squeezing one of my breasts.
"Back in college," he said in a low voice, "I had actually planned it out with Mike, that guy in the frat who you thought was such a stud?" I struggled to remember who Jack was referring to, somewhat surprised that he had had this fantasy even then.
"We were playing quarters one night," he continued, "and I told him that you were hot for him," he said nonchalantly, a finger lazily circling around my breast. "He suggested getting you a little drunk one night and doing a three way." Jack lowered his mouth to suck and gently bite my nipple, then stood up again.
"I agreed, but I didn't want to do that until I'd taken your ass, so unfortunately it never happened."
My mind reeled –
a three-way with Mike, the body-building jock who lived on the second floor? When we were juniors in college? What else have I missed out on??
Jack turned away and picked up something from the bed. He held it in front of me, and I gasped as I gazed down at a tall leather collar with a large metal ring hanging down from the front.
