Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h - Sex Stories

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... all his cribbage buddies.

I didn’t have time for another customer, but I checked my voice mail messages anyway. Amidst the usual I was surprised to hear my new detective friend’s deep voice, asking how I was, wanting me to call him. I remained wary, but admitted I was intrigued by the big, handsome man. How would a date with him hurt anyway? Maybe a friendship with Flip could be beneficial, keeping me out of trouble from his fellow cops, insulating me somewhat.

When I called him, he said, “You give up your second job yet?” I told him I was thinking about it and thanked him again for his concern. We spoke for a while, small talk really, hovering around the main theme like a teen boy hovering around his crush building up enough courage to ask her to the prom. Finally, I let him off the hook.

“You want to see me, Detective?” I asked.

“Sure I would…how much?” I got pissed at that and told him so. He chuckled, and said, “I’m sorry…poor joke…what I’m asking is how expensive the restaurant will be that I take you to.”

“You okay spending money on a married lady?”

“A very beautiful and sexy married lady—that would be a ‘yes.’ And besides, I have the feeling we wouldn’t be having this conversation if the married lady weren’t interested in meeting new people, since she…ahem…has been meeting a lot of new people lately.”

I picked the restaurant—one I knew to be nice, and where the chance of running into someone I knew was small—and he picked the time. Screw Danny, I ...

... thought, I’ll tell him I’m out with friends and to hell with anything else.

Our dinner was marvelous. I didn’t think it would be a good idea under the circumstances to wear something too provocative so my dress and jewelry were conservative to a fault. Flip seemed to like it. Throughout the meal, his eyes rarely strayed from me—no, not my tits or my ass or my legs—ME. Maybe it was his detective’s training, but I loved the visual attention anyway. It’s been years since Danny looked at me quite that way. Even though my pussy was still a little sore, I was wetting my panties watching him watch me. I didn’t really know if my intention was to shock him or to seduce him, but I said it anyway.

I leaned over the table, closer to him, and whispered, “Would you like me for dessert?”

His eyes betrayed nothing. “You are quite the woman,” he said, which never answered my question.

In his car, he said, “I pegged you wrong. I thought you’d be just like the other housewives I’ve busted; the last resort to making money and hating every minute of it.” He glanced over to me quickly while he drove, then went back to concentrating on the road. “The money may have been the driving force but you love it as much for the sex as anything, am I right?”

I didn’t answer, leaving his dead-on analysis hanging.

After a few moments of silence, he said, “You know, I think I’ll skip dessert for tonight. I would love to see you again, maybe dancing, I don’t know, maybe dinner again. I don’t ...