Flirting With Trouble
written by:
Jake Marlow

"I don't know. Who's going to watch the kids?" Kaitlyn asked.

"My parents will be more than happy to take the kids for the night. You're not breast feeding anymore, so that's not an excuse. You know we need to get out and have fun like we used to," Hank replied.

"I know, and a date night sounds like fun, but we could just go and grab dinner and come home. Then your parents wouldn't have to keep the kids all night. We could be home by nine at the latest."

"Being home by nine is not a date night. We've done little else but focus on being parents for over a year now." He crossed the kitchen and put his arms around her. "I want to go out and show off my sexy wife. I want to prove to you that you've still got it."

"That's sweet, and I know I do, I think, but it's been so long. I think I'm too rusty." She melted into his arms and pecked him on the lips.

"I am sure it'll all come rushing back to you. Some things you're just naturally good at."

Hank gave her a real kiss and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth with a sigh. She did know he was correct, it wasn't just lip service. It had been too long since they connected as a couple and not just as the parents of three small children. Kaitlyn didn't feel their marriage was suffering and their sex life was still great when they had time for it, but she knew if they didn't pay more attention to their relationship, things could always go that way. Their neighborhood was littered with unhappy marriages, almost all turned unhappy by inattention. At least she and Hank had always been open with each other and made the effort to keep things fresh, which gave them a leg up on a lot of other people. The hot kiss and Hank's body pressed against hers reminded her that it had been over a week since they'd made love and she couldn't resist him.

"Okay, we'll go out Saturday night if your parents will babysit. Just don't get too jealous when I end up with more numbers than you again."

"Maybe my game's improved."

"But I have a couple things going for me that I didn't have before."

"You have a point. Hmm, actually it feels like two," he said, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples to hardened excitement through her t-shirt. She'd gone up a full cup size since her last pregnancy and they had not gone back down like they did after the first two kids. Her butt had filled out more too and Hank never missed the chance to let her know how much he liked her new curves.

Just as Hank slipped his hand under her t-shirt they were interrupted by a five-year-old persistently demanding his favorite Curious George DVD and Hank was forced to retreat to the living room to find it while Kaitlyn got on with the business of making dinner. For the moment, the discussion of their date night was abandoned, but only temporarily.

Kaitlyn knew Hank was excited to go out and play again because he insisted that she go out and buy a new dress for the occasion. She tried telling him she had several perfectly good dresses hanging in the closet, but he said he wanted to see something new. So with the baby in tow, she headed off to the mall later in the week. It felt weird to be looking for a flirty dress while pushing a stroller and she called her best friend for moral support.

"I think you should surprise him," Gretchen said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean get some little, drop-dead, sexy minidress. You deserve it."

"I don't know. That's just not me."

"He'll like it, trust me. You'll turn some heads and he'll like that even more, whether he admits it or not."

"Oh, I know Hank would like it, that's not the point. You know I don't like being the center of attention. It's not my style."

"That's the point. Do something different. Branch out. I know the girl-next-door thing works for you, but you need to let the sexy off the leash every once in a while. If I had your figure I'd get the sexiest little number I could find."

"Thanks, but I'm not you. Shouldn't I wear something I'm comfortable in?"

"Sometimes being sexy means being a little uncomfortable. Come on, Hank wants this to be a special night, so go for it," Gretchen chided. Kaitlyn had told her how Hank pursued their date night, just leaving out a couple details.

"You're right. I'll look around, I promise."

"I want more than that. Promise you will buy something unlike anything else you have."

Kaitlyn was examining a little black dress just as her friend said that. The dress was short, but didn't show off too much and she would probably pair it with black tights. Is she reading my mind, she wondered. It would be a little sexy, but more cute, which was her signature look. She was always the fun girl, the one who was everyone's pal. One of her male friends told her long ago that yes, she was everyone's pal, but that all the guys wanted to screw her too, precisely because she was so cute and her open personality made her seem so attainable. She'd turned pretty red at the time.

Gretchen was relentless and by the time she hung up, Kaitlyn had promised she would buy a sexy minidress, not just something cute. She regretted it the second she said it, but she would keep her word. Gretchen signed off saying, "I promise, you'll thank me. And Hank had better too!"

Moving to the cocktail dress section of the store, Kaitlyn couldn't believe the dresses she was considering. As she held up one of them, she thought, Should I be pushing my baby daughter while considering a dress that barely covers my ass? It seemed surreal. She put that one back on the rack, but ended up taking several back to the changing room. The baby got cranky in the changing room and Kaitlyn ended up giving her a bottle while wearing a too-tight, one-shouldered little turquoise dress. She was very careful not to dribble anything onto the skimpy dress because she did not want to buy it. After trying out two of the dresses twice, both black, she finally settled on one. She wasn't sure how she felt about it, but it was just what Gretchen was talking about and she knew Hank would love it.

Kaitlyn refused to let Hank see her dress, only telling him they should go somewhere fancier than usual. He suggested they try the hot new club downtown. She went so far as to send him out to drop the kids off at his parents without her. She would meet him at the club.

Once he was gone, she had a glass of wine and took her time getting ready. She kept her light brown hair short because she felt she could never do anything with it and tried several things before finally deciding to wear it up. She also put on a little make-up, something else she rarely did. For the first time in a long time, she was feeling like a woman and not just a mom. Finally, she slipped into the dress and a pair of three-inch heels and posed in front of the mirror. She'd fought the urge to wear tights or pantyhose because they were wouldn't have worked with the dress. The heels pushed her to five-foot-nine and really worked for her long legs. This just might work, she thought, smoothing the tight dress over her slender body. It hugged her new curves, but showed off how genetically blessed she was. Even a month after giving birth she'd shown no signs of having been pregnant. Only she saw her flaws, which was why she ran five miles every day. She cupped her breasts and lifted them. Although she was bigger up top now, she was still glad she'd gone with a push-up bra to fill out the low-cut neckline. But on the way out the door, still feeling self-conscious, she couldn't resist grabbing a sweater and throwing it in the car.

All the effort paid off as soon as she handed off her coat to the coat-check girl and walked into the club. At first she was uncomfortable with the way guys were checking her out as she walked toward the bar, but her stride grew confident by the time she reached Hank, who sat sipping a martini. She tapped his shoulder and when he turned, his jaw dropped. Kaitlyn glowed as his eyes trailed up from her legs, following the long line of the zipper that ran up the front to her cleavage before finally meeting her pale eyes. He was definitely not looking at her like the mother of his kids. It had been a while since she'd seen that. Noting he was not wearing his wedding ring, she decided to play fair and slipped off hers, and put it in her clutch. While a wedding ring could be a detriment for a guy, she knew from past experience it could be an asset for a woman looking to be picked up.

"You look incredible," Hank said, momentarily forgetting his role.

"Is this seat taken? Kaitlyn asked with her best smoky, sexy voice.

"No, let me buy you a drink. I'm Hank."

"I'm Kate." She shook his hand and swept onto the barstool next to him, finding it harder to sit in the little dress than she'd anticipated. She pulled on it, but it still hardly covered her lap.

Once again she wondered if the dress was too much. It was a little black number that barely hit mid-thigh and hugged her body. The neckline was low, showing off cleavage she'd never felt she had, and the back was even lower, making it hard to find a strapless bra that didn't show. It was supported by two slender, gold chains. The only thing that made her feel better was that a lot of the women around her were dressed similarly to her.

"What are you doing here tonight?" he asked after ordering her drink from the sexy blonde bartender.

"I have a blind date," she replied. "If he shows."

"I can't imagine anyone standing you up."

"But he hasn't seen me yet. Are you meeting someone here?"

"Just hooking up with friends."

"Do you boys come here to pick up women?"

"Only if we're lucky."

"Here's to you getting lucky tonight." They toasted.

"So what does a sexy woman like you need a blind date for?"

Kaitlyn laughed. "I hope that's not your best line or maybe you won't be getting lucky tonight."

"I don't know. I like my chances." Hank scoped out her legs again.

"Good luck with that." She looked around, like she was scanning the bar for someone, a signal he wasn't picking her up tonight.

"Well, good luck with your date," he said, leaving a tip on the bar and standing.

"Thanks. Maybe I'll get lucky too. Thank you for the drink." She smiled warmly.

"Nah, the guy will be the lucky one."

Hank moved on and so started their little game. It had been so long that she felt butterflies as she sat there alone. The game was simple. Whoever collected the most phone numbers by the end of the evening won. The only rules were that neither of them could ask for a number. Hank always told her beautiful women had an unfair advantage in these situations, but she just laughed since she had a hard time seeing herself like that. She did, however, usually win. There were no stakes, it was all for the thrill of it. It was fun to get out and flirt and since they both trusted each other there was no danger. It wasn't like they were actually trying to take anyone home, although he told Kaitlyn if a woman ever hit on her she could feel free to do it.

The bar in the middle of the club was huge, all smoked glass and chrome and subdued lighting. The bar top changed glowing colors on a continual basis, going from cerulean to pale rose to seafoam green to violet. She could see Hank far away on the other side of the bar and he was already talking to a petite redhead with a toothy smile. Her husband never had any trouble meeting women. He was only about average height, but he was a handsome, confident guy with thick, black hair, usually kept short, and a solid build. His easy smile and rugged good looks made flirting easy. Until she really got to know him, Kaitlyn did not take him seriously when they first met. He was a fun boy to fool around with, but not husband material. It was only when she saw his heart and what a strong, good man he was that she knew he was the one. But just because she was deeply in love with her husband didn't mean she couldn't have fun flirting with other guys. They always had their best sex when they got home from playing their game.

Over the next hour or so the club started to fill with people, and it got harder to see Hank across the bar. Kaitlyn started thinking the dress might not be working for her because no one had approached her yet. Her husband talked to three women in that time and she was pretty sure the younger blonde he currently chatted up had already given him her number. She thought she saw Hank hand his cell phone over to the girl. Kaitlyn turned on the stool so she faced out toward the dance floor and the seating areas, hoping she'd be more noticeable, even though it meant she no longer had the bar for cover. Now she had to be extra careful with her short dress. It worked like a charm. Several of the men who passed her, even the ones with dates, looked her way as they passed and then one of them stopped.

"You can't tell me someone stood you up," he said, standing beside her and leaning in so she could hear. The club had become quite loud, with thumping music and the hum of dozens of voices, making conversation difficult.

"Excuse me," Kaitlyn said, looking up at a tall, handsome man several years her senior. Most of the crowd seemed to be in their twenties into their early thirties, she was thirty-two, but this man was a couple years older than Kaitlyn. He wore an expensive, dark suit with a matching dark shirt and no tie.

"I said I can't believe some guy stood you up tonight. I've noticed you sitting here for a while, looking around. I'm Brett."

Kaitlyn offered her slender hand. "Maybe you should have come over sooner. I'm Kate."

He seemed to notice her lack of a wedding ring. He wasn't wearing one either, but she thought she saw a tan line from one. "I didn't want to get hit by a jealous boyfriend, although it may have been worth it."

"No jealous boyfriend that I can see," she said, looking around. "And you never know if you don't try." She waited for him to look up from her legs before continuing. "I was supposed to meet someone, but he seems to be late."

"Then it will be my pleasure to step in and buy you a drink. I'll keep you company until he arrives."

"If you insist."

Kaitlyn drained the remainder of her current drink and waited while Brett flagged down the bartender. He wasn't a bad looking guy, but not quite her type. Still, she wanted to take a few minutes to see where things might go with this guy. But if he was married, she wasn't sure she'd be able to get a phone number. He handed her a fresh drink and they got into more small talk. Brett said he'd been out with clients and was just trying to unwind before heading home. He was cagey when she asked if he was single, which only reinforced her impression that he was married. When she was sure she was not going to get his number, she feigned receiving a text message.

"Looks like he's coming after all," she said.

"That's too bad. I was really having a good time."

"Me too."

Kaitlyn thanked him again for the drink and when he left, she started looking for her next mark. When she glanced across the bar, she saw Hank was still talking to the same woman, which bought her time. Now that the club was really hopping she didn't have to wait long before she was approached again.

Paul may have lacked finesse, but he more than made up for it with charm and confidence. His brown, curly hair was past his collar and unruly in a totally planned way. He was also very direct, telling her right off the bat how hot she was. He wasn't creepy about it, staring at her chest the entire time, but his eyes did keep flicking back down. Flirting with Paul was much more fun and she lost track of time. He wanted her to come back over and hang out with his friends, but she said she was waiting for someone. He asked for her phone and when she took it out she quickly went into the address book so he wouldn't see the picture of the kids that served as her wallpaper.

"Come over after your friend gets here if you want. Just text me," he said, entering himself into her phone.

"Thanks. Maybe I will." And I would too, if I wasn't married she thought. Paul was just her kind of guy and it made her feel good to know she could still get the attention of a guy in his early twenties.

It went a lot like that for the next couple hours. Kaitlyn had no shortage of guys coming over and trying to pick her up. A couple weren't bad looking, but most were not her type. Club guys just were not her type. Still, she had a great time flirting with the mostly younger guys and it kept building her confidence higher and higher. She decided that wearing the dress was a great idea and actually found she liked the way the guys were looking at her body in it. Leaning forward to give a view down her dress always drew the eyes and, while she made sure she wasn't flashing anyone, she wasn't as concerned about how little the dress covered. But she was still self-conscious about dancing in the little dress. The best part was that she was racking up the phone numbers. She was sure she was on her way to an easy victory again.

Her phone flashed and it was a text from Hank, asking to meet by the bathrooms. She knew he wanted to check and see how she was doing. When she hopped off the barstool she realized the alcohol was hitting her harder than usual, but then it had been a long time since she'd done any serious drinking. As she squeezed through the crowd there was the usual ‘accidental' groping, but it seemed to be more aggressive in the dress, like guys took it as an invitation to press their luck. It was wholly inappropriate and a little exciting.

Hank waited for her at the end of the hallway, past the bathrooms. To his right was a door marked "No Admittance." She put a wiggle into her walk and he smiled in appreciation.

"I don't think I stand a chance tonight. Damn, you look hot."

"You're not trying to make excuses for losing, are you?"

"Oh no. You've got it going on. I just can't compete. Maybe we should get out of here now."

When he kissed her, Kaitlyn realized that all the flirting and attention was having more of an effect on her than she thought. As her tongue battled his, she shimmied against him and he kneaded her little ass. She felt a familiar bulge and pressed into it while stroking his hair. For a hot minute she forgot they were in a crowded club.

"Maybe we should get out of here now. I concede," Hank said breathlessly.

Kaitlyn checked his watch. It was half past eleven. "I don't know. If we go home now, is it too early to count as date night?" she teased.

"The date's not going to end when we get home." He inched her skirt up to the curve of her butt and she actually hesitated before stopping him from going higher.

"I'm not ready to go home yet. I'm having fun."

"I'm having fun watching too. I thought you considering giving the guy with the long hair a shot."

"He was pretty hot. Can I have him if you get your little blonde friend?"

"Nah, but there is this girl with dark hair I had my eye on."

"Really? I'll have to check her out."

"Okay, one more hour and then we're done."

He pulled her into another hot kiss, this time sliding his hands up to the sides of her breasts and she let him get away with it because it felt very good. She only pulled back when he started fiddling with the zipper nestled between her breasts.

"I'm not ready to flash the whole club," she warned and pushed his hand away. "And besides, we can't get too carried away or you'll blow my cover that I'm here to meet guys."

"Then get to it." When she turned to go, he smacked her on the ass and she turned and stuck her tongue out at him.

Kaitlyn's seat at the bar was gone, so after ordering another drink she stood away from it by a pillar, where she had a good view of the dance floor and Hank, who made a beeline for the woman he'd been talking about, although calling her a woman was a stretch. She couldn't have been more than twenty-two or twenty-three. Her hair was jet black and it fell to the middle of her back and from the dark features of her pretty face, Kaitlyn guessed she was probably Hispanic. She wore a gray, sequined tank dress was even shorter than Kaitlyn's dress and looked like it was painted on her petite body. She was the polar opposite of Kaitlyn, but she could see why her husband was attracted to her. The girl just oozed sex appeal. It was sexy that Hank had the confidence to approach a girl like that. Kaitlyn was attracted to her too, and thought if she was ever going to fulfill Hank's fantasy, this girl would be a good candidate. It's been too long since I kissed a girl, she thought with a smile.

"Why are you standing there by yourself? You should be dancing with me."

"Sorry?"

"I said you should be dancing with me."

Kaitlyn barely had time to see who was talking to her before he grabbed her hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. She quickly downed her drink and set it on a high top table as they passed it. They edged past some other couples and found a little spot where they could move. She had no idea what was playing, she didn't generally listen to dance music, but it had a driving beat and it was perfect for dancing. She'd had enough to drink that she was ready to have fun and not worry so much about how she might look dancing in her little dress.

"I'm Kate," she shouted over the music as she moved to the music.

"I'm Tariq," he replied, moving closer.

Tariq was tall, broad and exotic, with dark skin and a smooth, shaved head. His expensive clothes did not hide his great body, but emphasized it. He looked to be a little younger than Kaitlyn, and she felt special because she was sure he could have his pick of the women in the club. When he moved close, they touched. She moved closer too, and they pressed together as the beat drove their bodies. This is more like it, she thought, putting her hands on his solid chest. A big hand on the small of her back held her in place and they gyrated together. The contact was exhilarating and she lost herself in his big, brown eyes. He moved very well and it was easy to lose herself and let him guide their dancing.

The songs all blended together and Tariq grew bolder as they danced. The first time he put his hand on her ass she stopped him, but after that she didn't because his strong hand rubbing her ass felt good. She was sure she felt his hard-on grinding into her and she teased him by going out of her way to rub into it. It was impossible not to think about how Tariq would be in bed, and her dirty thoughts increased her arousal even more. She wondered if Hank was watching them dance and hoped he was enjoying the show. He liked seeing that other guys wanted her. It made him feel like a hero when he was the one to take her home.

"You are so sexy, Kate. You really know how to use your body," Tariq said, his lips brushing her ear. He was behind her with his hands on her hips. She ground her ass back into his bulge.

I can't believe how crazy I'm being! Kaitlyn thought. Wearing the little dress made her feel like another woman. She slid down his body and his hands brought her dress up until she was sure her ass was hanging out. Before she could come back up, he slipped his hands up her body and just barely cradling her breasts. His fingertips massaged her and she quickly came back up. His hand held her stomach, holding her tightly to him, and he worked his bulge into her ass. It seemed so intimate and her heart was pounding. This guy is so hot, she thought. If I wasn't married... She didn't want to consider the possibilities.

"We should get out of here and find somewhere more private." With his slight accent his words poured into her ear like honey.

"Let's take a break first," she said breathlessly. His hands were all over and while she liked it, Kaitlyn knew she was right up to the line of what Hank would be okay with.

Tariq led her off the dance floor by the hand and she looked around, but couldn't see Hank anywhere. She told her new friend she was going to run to the ladies room and she'd be right back. The plan was to find her husband and get out of there. It's been a while since we had a quickie in the car, she thought. She took the long way around the bar to search for Hank, but she still didn't see him. When she went back to the bathrooms, Kaitlyn got quite the shock.

Back in the corner where they'd met up before, Hank was making out with the hot Latina chick. Kaitlyn stopped dead in her tracks. Hank was against the wall and the girl was in front of him and all over him. His hands were on her arms, but as they kissed they moved onto her back. He didn't have to pull her against him because she was rubbing all over him, but his hands did move down to her ass.

Although they'd had discussions about this, it was shocking to see it happening. She and Hank had decided that maybe a little kiss or two would be okay if they were feeling it and having a really good time, but she didn't think they would really go for it. Kaitlyn didn't usually go in for such public displays, although it happened a few times when she'd had a lot to drink and was feeling particularly horny. It was not likely to happen with a complete stranger, though. Hank was more open to it, she knew, but that didn't make this any less surprising. Maybe he saw the way I was with Tariq and thought it was a green light.

Kaitlyn just wasn't sure what to think. They were very open sexually, but she'd never thought about seeing her husband with another woman. She was jealous, for sure, but it was also a little hot to see some a sexy girl throwing herself at her man. Kaitlyn turned on her heel and left him to it. He could have his fun now and she would deal with him later. For now, she decided, turnabout was fair play.

Tariq was right where she left him and she dragged him back onto the dance floor where she was determined to have fun playing with her boytoy. When she shimmied against him this time she let his hands roam freely. He seemed to really like her ass, which Kaitlyn didn't get. She never thought there was much there. She also enjoyed feeling just how solid he was under that tight, black silk shirt. This guy spends some serious time in the gym, she thought. She crouched down in front of him again, sliding her hands down his chest and smiled up at him with her face directly in front of his crotch. She knew her ass had to be sticking out of the little dress, but didn't even care. Turning around, she slid back up his body, thinking, I can't believe I'm being such a ho! Tariq blatantly groped her breasts as she came up, flicking her hardening nipples with his fingers. They moved as one with her body firmly against his and her dress was so dangerously close to flashing everyone around them.

Kaitlyn held tightly onto his hand when he led her off the dance floor, away from the bar and toward the back of the club. The lighting grew dimmer and there were several couches spread out with people lounging on them. The small area behind the couch was cast in deep shadow and she couldn't make out much more than the shapes of people back there. Hank should have brought his squeeze back here, she thought. She knew what was on Tariq's mind and let him press her against the wall in the back corner.

Tariq brushed a lock back from her forehead and kissed her, quickly, teasingly at first, just brushing her lips with his and Kaitlyn chased after him. She grabbed his head, held him, and got what she wanted. She flicked her tongue into his mouth and he leaned into her, pinning her against the wall. His head felt so smooth. She loved rubbing it. His hands moved up and down her sides, brushing her breasts and ass and she raised a leg, crooking it around him. He kneaded her ass and hiked up her dress to grope her through her panties. It was so dark in that corner and she was so horny that Kaitlyn didn't even care. She was too busy rubbing his well-muscled shoulders and arms.

His lips travelled down the side of her neck and her head tilted back and her eyes closed. She gave in to the moment. He cupped both her breasts and his strong hands felt great, even through her push-up bra. It was not heavily padded and he found her nipples, stroking them with his thumbs. They were so sensitive just months after she finished breast feeding. Tariq was firm, but not rough and he handled her body expertly. Her pussy tingled, anticipating his touch. Kaitlyn was so into it that she did not notice when he tugged down the zipper and opened her dress to just below her breasts.

"Hey, we can't do that here," she protested and covered his hands with hers.

"No one takes notice of what happens back here," Tariq purred. "On purpose."

The next protest died in her throat when he kissed her breasts. Words formed in her mind, I can't, I'm married, but they didn't reach her lips. Tariq's lips were so smooth, his kisses so hot and Kaitlyn was drunk and horny and weak. The black, lace-trimmed push-up bra was a demi-cup and with just a squeeze he was able to expose her nipples to his inquisitive tongue, which circled and flicked at the stiff pink nubs of tender flesh. She moaned and dug her nails into his arms, clinging to him. She kept thinking, Just another second, but kept letting him go. Even when his hand slid up her thigh and pushed under her dress she didn't stop him. Her wet, lacy black panties stuck to her shaved lips when he touched her. Pleasure flooded her body and it pulled her out of her haze.

"I really need to go," she told Tariq and pushed him back with trembling hands. She smoothed her dress down and pulled the zipper up quickly. He grabbed her again and she gave in to another kiss, but just for a moment.

"At least give me your number, Kate."

Ever conscious of the game, she handed him her phone instead and he typed in his number. "I hope you call," he said.

"You never know."

Hank was waiting at the bar with a glass of water and he eyed her suspiciously when she joined him.

"I was starting to think you weren't coming back."

"I was, uh..." Kaitlyn was completely flustered and realized she was totally flushed the way she always got when she was fooling around. It embarrassed her to no end when she was younger.

"I know. I came looking when I couldn't find you. By the way, your dress isn't zipped."

Horrified, she realized he was right. She practically spilled out of the dress. Her husband was expressionless and he thought she was in serious trouble. She started to zip up, but he put his hand over hers.

"Leave it. I like it." Hank smiled and then pulled her into a lusty kiss. She was so relieved she thought she was going to faint. "Let's get out of here."

They left the club arm in arm and Kaitlyn huddled close to him. He did not say anything else about Tariq and, to assuage her guilt, she told him what she saw.

"I saw you with that hot little number by the bathrooms."

"Adrianna? She was pretty hot, wasn't she?" He beamed with pride.

"Hank, about what you saw..."

"I didn't really see anything. It was dark and all I could really see was you and some hunky guy over in the corner."

"We..."

"I don't want to know any details, babe. It was a surprise, but if you saw me with Adrianna, I understand. She kissed me, by the way."

"I saw how hard you were pushing her away," Kaitlyn laughed.

"I have no defense. She was hot and she kissed me and I liked it."

"I know we talked about this. I'm okay with a little kissing, if you are. I had a lot of fun with Tariq..."

Hank looked at her lowered zipper. "It looks like he had some fun with you."

"Stop being so flip. I was just going to say, we just need to be careful that we don't cross any lines."

"I agree. Tonight was cool, but I don't want to go any further. I don't want to turn into some crazy swinging couple."

"So you're okay with everything tonight?"

"I'll show you just how okay I am," he said and pushed her against the car.

Kaitlyn grabbed and kissed him, pulling open the top buttons of his shirt so she could slide her hands inside. She loved running her fingers through his chest hair. She suspected Tariq waxed his. Handsome as he was, she preferred a real man like her husband any time. She let him have at her zipper and he pulled it down well past her breasts. Hank sat her up on the hood of their car and she listened carefully, but didn't hear any voices or footsteps echoing through the parking garage.

"You look so incredibly hot tonight, babe. Seriously, I have never wanted you more," he breathed while kissing her chest. He freed her breasts just as Tariq had, but he knew exactly what she liked. She moaned loudly when he lightly nibbled on her.

"So this is better than my worn old t-shirts," she breathed, barely able to get the words out. His lips closed around her nipple and he suckled her, sending shocks through her. She fumbled with his belt buckle.

Hank pushed the dress to her waist and pulled down her panties. They hooked on one of her heels and hung there. She was dripping wet and only wanted him inside her. Their little bit of playing around had them both out of their minds. Kaitlyn reached into his boxer briefs and grasped his hot shaft. He pushed his pants down and pulled her forward. With her legs spread wide, she rubbed his head into her slick cleft and he shoved forward, burying inside her.

"Ohhhh God," she whimpered softly and wrapped her legs around him.

"I love you, babe," Hank moaned. He thrust hard into her.

"I...love...you...too...ohhhh...babyyyy..."

Kaitlyn had no more words. They kissed, tongues dueling, but mostly she hung her head back and stared at the gray, concrete ceiling while Hank drove into her. His cock filled her over and over, her humid walls clung to him and the heat of their friction spread through her body. Tires squealed as a car came up the ramp and passed them. She didn't know if the people in it saw her and she didn't care. She dug her spiked heels into him, spurring him to go faster. She needed to climax so badly and it built inside her with the suddenness of a summer thunderstorm. Kaitlyn whimpered and moaned and squeaked out a high-pitch cry when that storm drenched her, leaving her shaking and clenched. It was the most intense orgasm she ever had. Hank only went on for a few moments more before her tightening pussy brought him off too.

"Kaaiittt..." Hank cried. His shafted pulsed inside her, filling her with his thick load.

They clutched at each other, kissing frantically for a few minutes more before he stepped back and pulled up his pants. Kaitlyn laughed joyfully and grabbed her panties from her heel and stuffed them into her clutch. She scooped her breasts back into her bra and zipped up and hopped off the hood of the car. She pulled the dress down to cover herself.

"I can't believe we just did that! Did you see that car pass?" she laughed. "Oh my God!"

"I was a little too busy to notice." He kissed her.

"You did seem very focused."

"They could have stopped and taken pictures for all I care."

"Maybe that'll be next time."

Hank held the door and Kaitlyn purposely flashed him when she slid into the driver's seat.

"So how many numbers did you get?" she asked.

"Six, I think."

She went through her phone and counted up her new friends. "Wow, a new record. Fourteen."

"I wonder why," he grinned, leering at her body.

"I'll have to wear this dress more often."

"You won't hear any complaints from me."

"I guess I win."

Hank checked her out one more time. "I'm not so sure about that. I'm feeling like the winner right about now."

"Stop it, you crazy man. Get your car and get home so we can have round two."

As they pulled out of the garage, Kaitlyn was already wondering when they could go out and play again.

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