I’ve been married 6 years, and my husband is great in bed. But after we’d tried every position, and made love every way two people can, we both realized it wasn’t enough. We started sharing fantasies, some of them pretty wild. Then we got a little braver, and started living some of them out. The first was when my sister and I surprised my husband, Danny. Then we gave a ‘tip’ to a room service waiter that he’ll never forget. There were others. But still, I wanted more. I guess I needed…a little danger.
After talking it over many times, we finally decided to go for it. We’d scouted out all the bars off the highway, and picked a few that seemed about right. Not too close to home, not too popular, slightly rough crowd. That night we cruised them all, until I found the one I wanted. We stopped in the parking lot.
“Are you sure about this?” Danny asked.
“Not really,” I replied. “But I guess I’ll never know until I try, will I?” I was a little scared, but I was also already getting a little wet thinking about what lay ahead.
“You can still back out if you want to,” he reassured me.
I thought about it for a moment.
“No. I’m going to go for it. I might never have the nerve again.”
“OK, Babe,” he answered. “Whatever you want.” And he gave me that loving smile that says he’ll do anything for me.
I took off my jacket and tossed it in the back seat. Underneath, I was dressed more like a tramp than I’d ever dared outside of our bedroom before. Sling-back black heels so tall I could hardly walk in them. A black leather skirt that was just barely legal. Red lace crotch less panties. No stockings. A very very low-cut black leather top, with quite a bit of red lace bra spilling out of it. I pushed by tits up a little with my hands, not that they needed the help, but what the hell, might as well make the most of it, right? I pulled my long dark hair forward over one shoulder.
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