Helen Watson was becoming obsessed with the idea of seducing Dave.
Her husband Max had a reputation as a tough hard Macho man, yet at home all he did was sleep and watch TV.
When she tried to take him to bed he resisted, claiming he was tired or suffering from football injuries.
He showed no interest in sex with her, other than have her suck him off while he played with her boobs.
Before the new cheerleading squad was appointed, he had not only been a raging bull on the footy field but was a raging bull at home in bed.
Helen recalled a night when everything had changed between them, leaving her physically and mentally scared of his violent temper. That night he had arrived on their doorstep drunk with lipstick smeared all over his mouth. He had sneered at her claiming she was “Fucking old meat.”
He had laughed at her anger. “Your thirty fucking five, if I want someone that old I can fuck some of the team’s wives,” he jeered.
“There is a ton of twenty year old stuff nearly half your age that love to get me in the sack.” “They’re not only younger, but they are better fucks” he added.
“I’ve fucking had your insults” she screamed “you can have your team floosies, I’m leaving, their’s a ton of men who will want me.”
He had thrown her against the wall; slapping her hard yelling, “Don’t you get any fucking stupid ideas.” “Your mine and you will always be mine. If I ever catch you with another man I’ll kill both of you.” She knew he meant it. She was his trophy wife, to parade around in front of his mates. His pride would be hurt if she left him, especially if it was for another man.
For over a year she had done as she was told. Every time she thought of arguing or ignoring him, she remembered the murderous glint in his eyes when he said, “I’ll kill both of you.”
She had started to drink and smoke and spend his money extravagantly, but nothing she did could satisfy her strong sexual urge.
Watching Stacy and Dave on Sunday morning had set her mind scheming. A lad like Dave would be her answer.
Max was contemptuous of the town’s younger brigade. Fucking kids he would moan, when asked by his sponsors and backers to turn up at a game or speech night. “There isn’t a kid in this town worth a shit,” he used to tell her as they drove home.
Knowing he had the local male population bluffed, she felt certain that Max would never suspect her of cheating, especially with an eighteen year old.
She could get Stacy to cover for her. They could share him; it was the answer to a maiden’s prayer. Well hardly a maiden she grinned to herself.
After cricket practice yesterday she had invited Dave to have coffee this afternoon. “If I’ve got the guts I’ll start today,” she thought.
She took a leisurely bath before dressing to go down town and wait for Dave. She took special care to dress in her sexiest outfit.
She always dressed to excite, today she was all the more careful, making sure that her dress highlighted her figure.
Helen made two or three changes as she dressed, making up her mind to be more adventurous at every minute.
No bra, no stockings, no thong, she decided before discarding a dress that reached her knees. She replaced it with a light white silk dress, much shorter, and so sheer that you could see right through it against the light.
She smoothed the dress down over her thighs, cupped her hands under her breasts, and stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror, “I’m ready” she said, “I’m ready.”
Talking to herself as she planned his seduction she mused. “I’ll check everything out so nothing goes wrong.”
“My god” she thought later as she parked her car away from her normal parking area, “I’m getting nervous; I’m acting like a kid on my first date.”
At the coffee shop the proprietor who knew her as a regular customer greeted her, “Can I help Mrs Watson?” “No thank you, I was looking to see if my friend’s son had arrived,” she answered.
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“This place is no good:” she decided. He’s a bloody old sticky beak. If he sees me with Dave he won’t keep his eyes off us.” “I want some privacy.”
Thinking hard she recalled a new coffee shop and bar that has just opened down at the unfashionable end of the mall.
“I’m not known there, the people who run it are from out of town, it will be a lot safer,” she decided.
Dave’s mobile rang as he was having lunch, “Can you talk?” Stacy asked. “Yes!” he replied, getting up and moving away from Malcolm and the others.
“Thanks for ringing I really miss you,” he said when he was far enough away that he couldn’t be heard. “I have to be quick while the boys pack the car. I don’t want them to know that I’m talking to you,” Stacy said a hint of urgency in her voice.
“What’s up?” he asked. “I’ve only got a minute so listen,” Stacy replied. “I’m sorry Dave but our family will have to go away for a while.” “What for?” Dave asked his voice rising
“Fred’s mother has had a heart attack she is very ill.” “Fred’s rushed to her bedside; the boys and I are driving down this afternoon, I don’t know when we will be back.”
“I’m going to miss you Davey boy,” Stacy whispered, a tremor in her voice. “I’ll ring you when we get there.”
Before he could reply, Dave heard her being called. She said “goodbye,” and hung up.
. Dave was devastated, he had had only one thing in mind all day, how to arrange things so he could be with Stacy again tonight.
“Just my fucking luck” he moaned.
He was angry and disappointed when Malcolm collared him, “Hi! Coming down to cricket practice” he asked.
Dave was about to tell Malcolm to fuck off, when the words cricket practice reminded him of his ride home yesterday after practice, with Mrs Watson.
“Shit!” he thought. “She invited me to coffee this afternoon.”
For some reason he thought better of telling Malcolm what he was going to do, instead he just shook his head, saying “not today I’ve got a few things to do.”
Dave started to smile as he thought of Mrs Watson. “Christ I hope some of my mates see me with her, they won’t believe that she asked me to have coffee.”
A broad grin broke out across his face, as he remembered the way her boobs had swung down in her top, giving him an eyeful.
He licked his lips as he remembered how her skirt had slid up showing what he thought could have been a small patch of hair.
He was starting to raise a horn as he remembered how she had slid around on the seat and whispered in her husky voice, the invitation for coffee after school.
Even with those thoughts in mind, Dave did not give the slightest thought to the possibility of fucking her.
She was out of his class.
He was more than satisfied fucking Stacy Turner.
Mrs Watson was a body to dream over but she was only a dream.
Stacy Turner was real, he had fucked her, he would fuck her again, she filled his thoughts, he wasn’t going to jeopardise that certainty.
As far as he was concerned everything revolved around Stacy Turner, nothing else counted, nothing else mattered.
Never the less the idea of meeting Mrs Watson made his heart beat quicker. She was a top bird. The amazing fact that she wanted to have coffee added to his ego, already inflated from his conquest of Harry’s mum, Mrs Stacy Turner.
Entering the Mall he spied Mrs Watson coming towards him. He gasped, she looked fucking fantastic. He gasped again, when he caught her against the sunlight.
“Shit” he thought “I don’t think she’s wearing anything under that dress.” He was not the only one who was watching Helen Watson.
Every male in the mall followed her progress, watching as she greeted Dave with a kiss and took his arm, before leading him back down the mall.
Dave couldn’t believe it; his heart was beating at a hundred to the dozen. Here he was arm in arm with the woman whose body had been described by one of his team mates as “A walking wet dream.”
Not only was she beautiful and sexy, but she was the wife of the states toughest footballer. That fact alone making her invitation all the more exciting.
He was enjoying the jealous stares from the men and women who were watching them closely. He was so proud to be walking arm in arm with Mrs Watson that his pride bubbled out into words.
“Mrs Watson” he stuttered, “your so beautiful, every one is looking at us. I, I, I, mean they are staring at you.” She didn’t respond so he went on “I’ve seen a crowd stare at a people before, but I have never been part of it.”
“You know what? I think they’re jealous.” “They would all like to swap places with me, so they could be with you.”
“Thank you David,” she whispered huskily kissing him on the cheek. “Let’s get away from them,” she urged, leading him quickly through a department store into the car park.
“I’ve found a new coffee shop I want to try” Helen Turner explained to Dave, “its new, it’s a bit quiet, but lets try it.”
She could have taken Dave anywhere; his mouth was dry, his brain swirling with unasked questions, as she led him to a secluded table in the near deserted coffee shop.
The coffee shop and bar had been open a week, it was dark and cool inside making her nipples stand out.
Sitting facing Mrs Watson, Dave didn’t know where to look; Her dress had slid up dangerously high, attracting his attention.
If he was right and she didn’t have any thing on under it, she shouldn’t catch him staring down there.
When she leaned forward he could look down and see most of her boobs swing forward in the top of her dress. “Shit,” he thought, “I can’t let her catch me looking down there either.”
He licked his lips as his mouth became drier. Not knowing where to look. He just sat there blushing.
“My god Dave you’re blushing,” Helen Watson said “are you embarrassed being with me?”
Oh no I’m really proud to sit with someone as beautiful as you,” he exclaimed. You’re so exciting I don’t know where to look.” He spluttered in embarrassment his face redder than ever.
