One Last Dance - Sex Stories

One Last Dance

... the iPhone out and started the video, maxing the volume. I laid the phone on the floor by the door and knocked on it. Not waiting for an answer, I turned and walked away.

I went to my office and locked my door. We were alone this afternoon, but our kids will be back for dinner. It is game night, so we will play a family game without fail. We are not putting this on our kids now.

I drafted an email to our family attorney, Daniel Crane. He has handled all our family business for over thirty years.

"Dan,

I have a problem brewing. I am unsure if it is a problem, but it brings that lack of a Prenuptial Agreement into play. I need you to draw up a Postnuptial Agreement. I want it hard. I will give Beth $100,000 in cash, her car, and 25% of the house's value in cash. Her items and some family items will be used to decorate her new home. That is all.

Also, please draw up divorce papers for infidelity. Leave the date open at this time. I have no plan to file them now.

Both of these documents will be used as a scare tactic if I need it. We will execute the post-nup once I determine what has happened. Can you have them ready on Monday afternoon?

Please call me when you read this message.

Troy"

I shut down my laptop and lay on the sofa, closing my eyes. I thought of what I had seen and heard. I could not understand how this could have happened. I wondered if it was something between Beth and Travis or if he was a predator after his prey.

As I thought about ...

... the competition, I had not seen anything posted at the Club, so I wondered if it was real or if Travis had made it up. I got back on my laptop and looked up regional dance competitions. There were none scheduled until May, and it was here in Richmond.

Then, to make sure, I called my friend Marie Stanton, the President of the dance association. I caught her at home, and we talked. She confirmed there was nothing scheduled. We had an excellent chat and then said goodbye.

Now I knew Travis was a true predator, and Beth was his prey. I was going to burn him. I would blindside him with the force of a Mac truck. I was sure Travis would not be dancing for a long while after I finished with him.

Beth was not 'lily white' in this mess, though. She had fallen into his trap and was not strong enough to escape. That is a real concern now, one I had never had before. It was now my job to make Beth fully aware of what would have happened if she had completed the betrayal that had started that she didn't know she was being lured into. The fake divorce papers and the Postnuptial Agreement would shock and scare Beth.

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My God, what had I done? I thought I was innocently dancing with Travis, like we had done almost every week after class. I never thought anything of it until Thursday's class. Travis and I demonstrated the Tango and Salsa, two very sexy dances that demanded sensual body contact and touching. While it was a demonstration, I didn't feel anything. ...