Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night - Sex Stories

Yes, Ma'am Ch. 02 - Dirty Movie Night

... continued with a grin.

Maggie gasped and then smiled back. "Men."

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Maggie was quiet on the way home. About halfway home she cleared her throat and laid her hand over mine on the gearshift. "So, about those wild oats I was talking about."

I chuckled. "I'm listening," I said.

"When I was young, we didn't have the internet. If we wanted ... adult films, we had to go to an adult theater."

"Did you?" I interrupted.

She chuckled. "No, I never had the guts. But one of my female pals told me a story once about how she had gone into one and watched the people in there. She told me about a woman who allowed a stranger to touch her all over as they watched the movie."

She was quiet again for a while. Finally, she got around to the point. ''I used to masturbate to the thought of doing that. It was the hottest fucking thing."

I pulled up to a stop sign and checked for any cars behind me. I looked over at her. "Would you help me, create that?" she asked softly.

My eyebrows shot up. "I don't think we still have a place like that in town. The internet killed them. You want me to invite a stranger over while you watch porn?"

She laughed. "No silly.You be the stranger. We could ... umm ... role-play it." She had the cutest hopeful/uncertain look on her face.

I looked at the time as I pulled away from the stop sign. We still had at least two hours before we could expect Bobbi home. They were going to Paige's apartment tonight after dancing. Bobbi loves ...

... to dance, but it's something she enjoys far more among women, than leering men. I'm sure the women are still leering at her, but she just feels free to cut loose a little bit more. As a guy, and knowing guys, I surely couldn't blame her.

I shifted into third and then moved my hand to Maggie's leg. I slid my hand up her leg and felt the lacey top of her stocking.

It took no time at all to come up with a plan. "Go upstairs and wait. Give me about twenty minutes and then come down when you see the lights go out downstairs."

I felt her shudder a bit and then she put her hand over mine on her leg. She slid it slowly up until I could feel the warmth between her legs.

Then I watched Maggie's face fall as we pulled into the driveway. I followed her gaze and spotted an older man sitting on our front steps. A pickup I didn't recognize was parked out front. I heard Maggie groan and mutter, "Fucking hell."

She stepped out of the car the moment I set the brake. The man rose and smiled broadly. I got out of the car and then just stayed where I was. I had a feeling this wasn't going to be a fun night after all.

I hadn't seen my father-in-law Hank since Bobbi's and my first wedding anniversary party, three years prior. Even with more than ten years since the divorce, it was a rough day for all three of them. Hank is a tower of a guy, fifty-something, and every inch the quintessential American cowboy. When you see him in the boots and hat, you believe it. He'd grown one of ...