When we reached the table, Vicky cried, “God, I love this song. Come on, Tad. Dance with me.”
Tad wrinkled his nose as he looked at the crowd of dancers. “Not my thing,
Vic.”
She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. “Why are we here then?”
“Why don’t you dance with Jeremy? He loves this kind of music,” I
suggested.
Tad sat down. “See, Vic, problem solved. Jeremy will shake it with you.
Caitlyn can keep me company.”
Whispering in my ear, Jeremy said, “Is it time now, babe? Tad seems ready
to tap that ass.” For emphasis, he picked me up. The sensation of cool air on my
skin confirmed he was exposing my thong. If there had been something sharp at
hand, I would have stabbed it in his eyeball.
I whispered in his ear. “Yes, just be discrete and make sure Vicky has a fabulous time.”
“Are we dancing or are you guys going to whisper all night,” Vicky whined.
Jeremy beamed at Vicky and let her drag him onto the dance floor. Tad watched me with a creepy look on his face as I slid into the booth next to him.
Our ordered drinks arrived, and I took a long sip of the martini. Tad watched our spouses dancing to techno music. Jeremy winked at me and I blew him a kiss before turning my attention to Tad.
“This isn’t my kind of music,” I casually said.
Tad grunted in agreement.
“So, how was golf today? Did you like the course?”
Tad gave me a winning smile. I just asked him about his favorite thing – golf.
He was delighted to have a new ear to listen to his detailed descriptions of his hobby. I glanced at Jeremy, who had slipped closer to Vicky. She threw back her
head and I imagined her flirty laugh. She was smiling as he grew closer. I turned
it up a notch and focused on keeping Tad’s attention on me while monitoring the seduction going on across from us.
I almost felt guilty I had lied to Jeremy. Vicky could end up being an innocent victim. I shouldn’t feel bad if she responded to my husband’s advances.
She was a grown woman. However, I would do anything to ensure she looked innocent while still sabotaging my husband’ reputation.
When Jeremy pulled Vicky into a dark part of the dance floor, and I was confident they were engaged in indecent foreplay, I slipped closer to Tad. Then, I tugged on the zipper of my dress. I grinned when he stared at my overly exposed
breasts with interest.
Putting my hand on Tad’s leg, I said in a smoky voice, “It doesn’t seem fair
they get to have so much fun dancing while we sit here. What can we do to make
this a fun evening for us?”
“What?” he asked, trying to look around me at the dance floor.
I blocked his view by cupping his face, stroking his light beard. With his full
attention, I placed his hand on my breast. His eyes widened as I slid my hand down his leg and started rubbing the growing spot between his legs.
His body responded to my touch, so I turned up my seductive game by
taking his finger into my mouth and slowly sucking on it. His breathing became
heavy and his hardness strained against the tight fabric of his pants. After several seconds, I let the tip of his finger dangle on my lip before clasping his hand and guiding it to my thigh.
I leaned closer towards him. “It’s nice and private here. We’re in the shadows
and no one is watching. Can I be honest, Tad?”
He moaned, “Yeah.”
“I’ve had my eye on you for a while. I would be lying if I didn’t confess how
