Wife & the Black Loan Shark: Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Wife & the Black Loan Shark: Pt. 01

... going to be fine, James. I love you," she says. "But just give me space."

James realizes he is walking on eggshells and nods in agreement. James and Shannon go about their days at work. They have dinner at home and even watch one of their favorite shows that Wednesday evening.

"James?" Shannon asks after the end of the show.

"Yes? What is it hon," he says.

"Some of the girls from work want to go for drinks tomorrow night to celebrate a birthday. I am going to go," she says.

She finds herself lying to her husband. She has never lied to him before about going out.

"Oh, umm, OK, umm...I was hoping we could maybe go to dinner," James says.

"Maybe another night, James. I need to go with them," she says. "I need the space."

"Oh....I...umm...umm....Ok," James says.

James and Shannon go to bed and don't discuss it further. In the morning, James again asks her not to go out later that evening.

"James, stop it. Please. Why are you pressing me," Shannon says.

"I mean, I just, I mean, but....," James stammers.

"I said I needed some space, James," she says. "And I've gone out with people from work before and you don't make a big deal out of that."

"Yes I know but..." James says.

"But what," she interrupts. "If you hadn't gotten us into this mess, maybe I wouldn't need the space."

James feels like he just got punched. He knows she's right.

"I know. I know. OK," he says, letting it go.

James and Shannon later head off to work. Without ...

... telling James, she again leaves work a little early to make it home to change for her date with Tyrone. She secretly ordered some new dresses from online and they arrived.

She decides on a halter top style dress, open back, dress held up by a strap around the back of her neck. She clearly can't wear a bra with it. It's also pretty short and shows decent cleavage. She's standing in front of the mirror just a few minutes before 6 p.m. when James walks in.

James stops in his tracks. "You're wearing that?!" he says, shocked. "You can't go out in that?"

Shannon glares. "And why not?"

"It's so....it's so skimpy."

"The girls want to go to some new fancy wine bar."

"But....are you even wearing a bra?" James questions.

"Seriously? I can't with a halter top," she says, glaring again. "Besides, what does it matter?"

"I just don't...you know...want some creepy guy hitting on you," James says, immediately knowing he messed up by saying that.

"Excuse me? You don't want a guy hitting on me at the wine bar while I am out with my girlfriends but you'll give your wife to another man to fuck to get out of debt?" Shannon exclaims using the word fuck, which really sets James aback.

"I mean...I....that's...umm...umm...I am sorry. I didn't mean that," he says. "I am sorry. I am sorry."

Just then, Tyrone texts Shannon. "I'm on the corner," he texts.

"Susan is here outside to pick me up. I am going. Don't wait up," she says, grabbing her purse and storming out.

James ...