Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep4

"And the only day that this can happen is my birthday?" I accused, my tone venomous.

"I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you," he apologized, looking incredibly guilty.

"Did it ever occur to you to send someone else?" Mom asked.

"Yes, why can't James or Eric go?" I demanded. "They're senior partners and more experienced than you."

"I'm the one who's been leading this case the entire time," he explained. "It has to be me."

"Fine, whatever," I said, waving my hand at him, too angry to even shed a tear. A caring husband would know it wasn't fine, and would do whatever it took to make a fuss over his wife... but he just mumbled another apology before suggesting he'd leave the two of us alone.

Once he'd trudged upstairs, Mom gave me a hug and said, "On your birthday I'm taking you out after work for a special evening."

"You don't have to," I said with a heavy sigh.

"You're right, I don't, but this is non-negotiable," she said in the way that meant a decision had been made and no amount of arguing was going to change it.

We each poured ourselves another glass of wine and continued venting about our men, although we didn't talk at all about Jake or black cock... although that night after Emery was asleep I masturbated to both. He didn't wake up, but I was so pissed at him I wouldn't have cared if he had.

.....

Friday, as usual, I wore pantyhose underneath my casual Friday jeans, and three inch open-toed shoes.

As I hoped, Jake wandered into my room before first period and noticed my outfit.

"Connie, not only are you the only woman around who regularly wears nylons, but you may be the only woman in the entire state that wears nylons underneath her jeans," he noticed, gazing admiringly at my feet.

I shrugged, deciding to flirt back, still angry at Emery, and Mom's words lingering in the back of my mind, "I like to dress professionally on the outside, but a little sexy underneath."

"Are you trying to excite me?" Jake asked.

working?" I

plead the fifth," he said, raising his

glanced down at his crotch and bluntly said,

laughed, just as

"You may have to pay for your crimes

wit, "As long as the punishment fits the crime, I'll throw myself upon the mercy

panties were damp... although unlike yesterday I'd escalated the

him the rest of the day and then it was the weekend... and I suffered through flirtation

me out for a pre-birthday supper at the most expensive restaurant in town and did all the right things, including the rare going down on me once we were back home and not expecting anything in return (which he didn't get), but the entire time I kept wondering if Jake would eat pussy better,

by Jake and his hopefully huge dick. While the other half, I

Yes, he was inconsiderate.

consumed

down he was a good man and a good

and rare, I sure didn't want a divorce or to dive back into the

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a

dress up for Jake as the new school week progressed, I considered it harmless banter and naughty fantasies

European brand that had a sexy seam

style that showcased my toes and hated the unattractive although practical reinforced toes (man, I wrecked a lot of pairs of nylons... my average being three days worn before I got a run somewhere), but these were

out of my four inch heels and walked around my room in my nylon-clad feet... desperate for

me.

new student art work on the bulletin board when I was startled to hear him speak, not even aware he'd entered the room,

are?" I

hard to get,

overdrive, "Well I do like things

after a beat, responded slyly, "Do you

know," I shrugged, throwing my small dicked husband under the bus

said, blatantly checking out my legs.

new," I admitted. "I thought I should try something

week," he said, his flirtation as

suggestions?" I asked