Dominance pt 3 – Public Displays

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Her heart beat faster as she heard the chime of her phone. With her husband out of town on business she was expecting the text. As she read it, she felt her stomach turn. Alejandro’s 7:00. They had always fantasized about going to the swank club downtown, but to be out in public was just too risky. For the last three years she had been in a sexless, loveless marriage, but she still didn’t want to expose her husband to this. When he had told her that he just didn’t have the physical drive she tried everything to get him re-engaged. Two months ago she gave into temptation and here she was. It is Masquerade Night. Tina and Jack will be there. Your clothes will be in the car. She felt some relief. It was unlikely that any would recognize her and if they did, she could explain it as a night out with her friend Tina, one of only two people in the world that knew her secret. She quickly got ready and was going out of the door as the car pulled up. She şişli escort slid in and smiled at the driver, the other person in the know. He grinned and said, “My favorite passenger.” He nodded at the clothes hanging and an elaborate mask on the seat. “Something interesting planned for the night?” She quickly wriggled out of her skirt and then pulled off her top as he pulled onto a deserted side street. “You might say that.” In just her panties and bra, the air felt cool but she paused to make sure that he got his “tip” for the night. She was rewarded by a big smile. The ride passed quickly and before she was mentally ready they pulled up to the club. The driver helped her from the back seat and gave her hand a light squeeze. “You look amazing. He’s a lucky guy.” She blushed behind the mask, smiled, took a deep breath and walked inside. The music washed over her. The crowd swayed and moved, doing a salsa. It was amazing and overwhelming. mecidiyeköy escort She felt a hand on hers and turned to see him smiling at her. His mask was a simple black “Lone Ranger” style. “It’s great to see you. I can’t believe how amazing you look in that dress. I knew the slit would show off your legs in amazing ways.” She blushed and said, “You’re looking pretty good yourself. But then you look good in anything, or nothing.” She took his hand and he led her through the crowd. He had a table for them near the back. A glass of wine was already waiting for her. He sat down next to her and she felt his leg against hers. “So, you really think this is okay?” He smiled and said, “Have I ever steered you wrong? Besides, there’s something you need to see tonight.” A song with a rumba beat started. He raised his eyebrow. “Oh no! I am NOT ready.” He took her hand and pulled her from the table. “Oh yes…you are.” She felt like she was gliding on the dance floor. He led her expertly, guiding her. His hands, his movements, everything felt perfect. She had dreamt of dancing like this, but had never had a partner that made it this effortless. Several songs came and went. A slow dance came on and gave her a chance to catch her breath. As he held her she looked up to his eyes and was pleased to see him gazing at her. “Take a break after this one?” She nodded. He gestured toward the door to an outdoor patio. Outside the cool air felt amazing on her warm skin. They walked to railing and admired the view of the city. He stood behind her holding her close. “You know it could always be like this.” She frowned. “You know I can’t do that. I made a promise. I asked him if he wanted to separate and he said no.” “But you don’t love him.” “It’s complicated. He needs me. I can’t just leave.” “Didn’t he tell you that he’d give you a divorce on the spot if you ever caught him cheating?” “Yes, but he isn’t interested in anything like that.” “Would you want to know if he strayed? If you found out, what would you do?” “I would want to know, and yes I’d leave him.

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