We all knew what it looked like, especially her husband. At their younger daughter's birthday party in the bowling alley, his wife Madison had finally served herself a slice a cake before leaving the kids and the other moms to check in on her husband. Finding him talking golf in a smaller room with a few other dads, she walked up to me and asked about my older daughter, on the same soccer team as hers.
"She's a little down about the last game, but she'll recover," I said.
Half-way through her follow up about that dreadful Sunday, she looked around.
"Oh no," she said, "I forgot a fork." She held her cake up as if to reinforce her dilemma.
"I think you can do it little kid style...with your hands," I responded. "I mean, nobody's paying attention."
"Thanks for the encouragement," she responded, smiling a little as she took a swipe at the white frosting with her finger, then a real bite of the cake.
As we returned to talking, I noticed a little frosting on the side of her mouth. Of course I planned to mention it, but she was now ranting about our kid's new middle school principal, so I politely waited. Suddenly, the conversation of the men died down, and her husband announced,
"Maddie, you have a little something on your cheek."
The upscale suburban dads turned to look at this beautiful brunette, a former college cheerleader and wife of a very wealthy hedge manger. They watched eagerly as she tried to wipe it away with her hand.
"It's the other side," her husband Adam directed. "Here," he held up his handkerchief and waved it in our direction. "Take this Robert, and get it for her."
By the time I reached for it and gently went back to wipe it from her cheek, I noticed her pale face turning incredibly red. Scanning the room from her perspective, it was easy to see why. It's not like these guys—real gentlemen married to her close friends—were outright catcalling her or anything. But it was obvious that suddenly we had fixated on the only woman in the room, and by far the hottest at this kid's party. On some level she knew that we were all fantasizing about her blowing us.
As a married man getting little sex these days, that alone gave me enough to obsess about, going home to jerk off on the image of her looking me in the eyes as I dabbed at her cheek with her husband's handkerchief. But before she left to join the other moms, I got even better material. As she stared at the ground burning in shame, Adam became really fatherly with her, showing off for his golf buddies. "Maddy...what do you say to Robert, for cleaning your face?"
Seeing her so embarrassed, I almost wanted to save her by saying it was nothing, but she looked so incredibly hot, I couldn't resist watching her reaction. Looking up, she sort of half-smiled, and whispered... "Thank you, Robert." As she walked away holding the rest of her cake, we all visibly stared at her tight ass in her yellow shorts. Her husband watched us watching her, nodding in approval.
If this sounds too sensational or made up, then you have to know Adam. He manages over a billion dollars of other people's money, including mine and most every other father at that kids' party in our affluent town. Of course he still sometimes acts like "one of the guys," but usually he's a little more removed from us, and he's a lot more of an alpha male. He insists on getting things his way.
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The following week when he called me to his office I just assumed it was to talk about my investments. From the moment his personal assistant let me in, however, I could tell he had something else on his mind. He offered way too much small talk, even asking about my daughter, which he never does. Finally, I took the initiative.
