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

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... restaurant I’d never heard of. “My kind of place,” he said with a chuckle.

It turned out to be a sports bar of sorts, with all the big-screen TVs any sports junkie would desire. The place was clean and not seedy as I imagined it would be. The menu was beer, burgers, sandwiches, and buffalo wings. I was glad I hadn’t worn a dress with pearls as I almost had.

“Why here? Your favorite hang-out?” I asked, looking around to see if I could spot off duty cops among the clientele.

“Naw. I didn’t want to miss the basketball game,” he said. It was hard for me to assess his smile and tell how facetious that had been.

He had a beer and a large order of hot wings. I guess he wasn’t the self-conscious type, who would worry about kisses and breath later. I had more than one beer, and a big bacon cheeseburger with onions and the works. I wouldn’t worry about kisses and bad breath either. The beer loosened me up after a while. Maybe it was my company that eventually loosened him up but that was hard to tell with his reserved personality. Our small talk grew more personal as we revealed new things to each other. I admitted that I was still seeing men and that disappointed him. He didn’t scold me as I thought he would.

As we walked to his car, he asked me if he could show me his apartment. I knew that it wasn’t the apartment he wanted to show me. I told him I’d love to.

“You’re going to let me rescue you?”

It took me a few seconds to remember our conversation after ...

... the first date. I laughed and said, “Bow-wow,” and stuck my tongue out and panted like a winded pooch.

His laugh was the most human and less reserved thing I’d seen from him since we met.

His apartment was clean yet spartan and about what I expected from a divorced man. He pulled a couple of beer bottles from his fridge and offered me one. He flicked on the TV to the same basketball game that’d been on in the bar, and we sat on his sofa.

“So, Dee, did you give hubby a good story on where you’d be tonight?” he asked. “Can the stray puppy stay out late?”

“No worry, though I’m feeling more like a pussy cat tonight than a puppy,” I said, then made a purring sound.

Small talk and our beers were merely pretext for that first kiss. For a man of little overt emotions he sure was a great kisser. Our tongues dueled for many minutes until we both had to stop and breathe. Being this close to him I felt his strength. My nipples hummed like a high-tension wire from rubbing against his muscled chest, even though they were safely ensconced within my bra and blouse. His arms were around me and his hands didn’t stray. I began willing them to explore; I wanted his strong hands to find my erogenous zones, and fast.

In a hoarse voice, I croaked, “Take me…take me.”

He looked into my eyes and in silence began unbuttoning my blouse. After he unclasped my bra, his lips went to one of my willing nipples, a hand to the other.

“Oh…Flip…I need it…ooooooooooooooooooooooooh,” I ...