bail.”
“Glad I could help.”
Once they were alone again and back in the house, Leah stepped up behind him and encircled his waist with her arms. “Thank You, Sir.”
“For what?”
“For not giving up. For trying even though you were frustrated. And for listening to us when we told you what we thought was wrong.”
“Ah, you thank me now. Just wait until I’m using that on you at the club next weekend.”
She giggled. “I’ll still be thanking You then, Sir.”
Mike and Jenny
What do you know? Old dogs can be taught new tricks…
* * * *
Mike’s dice softly clicked together as he rolled them into the felt-lined tray he used. “Eighteen…” He counted in his head. “Twelve modifier. Thirty.”
“Dammit,” Axel, their DM muttered. “You pick the lock.” Next to him, his phone went off, the wheezing, gasping sound of the TARDIS taking off. “Aaaand that’s the night, kiddos. I have to get home.” He closed his notebook and started gathering his things.
Mike’s friend, Rusty, leaned back in his chair. “You sure you don’t want to hold game night somewhere else for a while? I kind of feel like we’re mooching off you guys.”
Rusty’s wife, Eliza, smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand. “You aren’t volunteering me, barbarian. Not until someone gets that hole in the drywall patched where Booger tried to eat her way through to the guest bathroom three weeks ago.”
Booger was their nickname for Boo, their fifty-pound Old English bulldog.
Which apparently had developed a sudden craving for drywall.
Rusty looked a little abashed. “I said I’d get to it,” he muttered.
“Yeah, well, no guests until you do. If you wait too much longer, I’m going to yank your gaming privileges until it’s fixed.”
Rusty pouted. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?”
Jenny, Mike’s wife, laughed from where she stood in the kitchen doorway. “I bet she would,” she said.
“Kailey’s home on break from school,” Eliza said. “She has to use our bathroom because where the hole is, you can see right through to the toilet.”
“Why did Boo try to chew through the drywall?” Mike asked.
“Who knows?” Eliza said. “She’s ‘special.’” She used air quotes around the word. “Apparently there was something or someone in the bathroom she wanted, and someone had left the door closed while he wasn’t home.”
Another glare shot in Rusty’s direction.
“I said I’m sorry, okay?”
“I don’t get it,” Jenny said. “What did that have to do with anything?”
“If we’re not home,” Eliza said, “we can’t leave doors closed to rooms. She won’t mess with closets, just rooms. I guess she goes looking for us and knows we go into rooms. If we’re home, she’ll sit outside the door and bark until we let her in. She tried clawing her way through our bedroom door when she was a puppy.”
Their friends gathered their things, said their good-byes, and five minutes later Mike was locking the front door behind them. He turned and pointed at Jenny.
She yanked her sundress off and dropped it onto the table, a sultry smile on her face. “Yes, Sir?”
“That’s better. Over the back of the couch tonight, I think.”
In the year since Jenny had convinced Mike to try a BDSM dynamic, their love life had exploded in a good way. Their twenty-six-year marriage felt new again, especially with their son off to college up in Tampa.
Jenny, now wearing nothing but a fuck-me pair of sandals and a smile, sauntered over to the couch, rolling her hips with every step and damn well aware of what she was doing to her husband. He worked on his belt and zipper as he joined her behind the couch where he grabbed her by the neck and shoved her forward over the back of it.
“Legs wide apart, baby,” he said, freeing his cock.
This was part of the reason he liked having game night here. Because as soon as their friends were gone, he could bend Jenny over whatever piece of
“Glad I could help.”
Once they were alone again and back in the house, Leah stepped up behind him and encircled his waist with her arms. “Thank You, Sir.”
“For what?”
“For not giving up. For trying even though you were frustrated. And for listening to us when we told you what we thought was wrong.”
“Ah, you thank me now. Just wait until I’m using that on you at the club next weekend.”
She giggled. “I’ll still be thanking You then, Sir.”
Mike and Jenny
What do you know? Old dogs can be taught new tricks…
* * * *
Mike’s dice softly clicked together as he rolled them into the felt-lined tray he used. “Eighteen…” He counted in his head. “Twelve modifier. Thirty.”
“Dammit,” Axel, their DM muttered. “You pick the lock.” Next to him, his phone went off, the wheezing, gasping sound of the TARDIS taking off. “Aaaand that’s the night, kiddos. I have to get home.” He closed his notebook and started gathering his things.
Mike’s friend, Rusty, leaned back in his chair. “You sure you don’t want to hold game night somewhere else for a while? I kind of feel like we’re mooching off you guys.”
Rusty’s wife, Eliza, smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand. “You aren’t volunteering me, barbarian. Not until someone gets that hole in the drywall patched where Booger tried to eat her way through to the guest bathroom three weeks ago.”
Booger was their nickname for Boo, their fifty-pound Old English bulldog.
Which apparently had developed a sudden craving for drywall.
Rusty looked a little abashed. “I said I’d get to it,” he muttered.
“Yeah, well, no guests until you do. If you wait too much longer, I’m going to yank your gaming privileges until it’s fixed.”
Rusty pouted. “You wouldn’t do that, would you?”
Jenny, Mike’s wife, laughed from where she stood in the kitchen doorway. “I bet she would,” she said.
“Kailey’s home on break from school,” Eliza said. “She has to use our bathroom because where the hole is, you can see right through to the toilet.”
“Why did Boo try to chew through the drywall?” Mike asked.
“Who knows?” Eliza said. “She’s ‘special.’” She used air quotes around the word. “Apparently there was something or someone in the bathroom she wanted, and someone had left the door closed while he wasn’t home.”
Another glare shot in Rusty’s direction.
“I said I’m sorry, okay?”
“I don’t get it,” Jenny said. “What did that have to do with anything?”
“If we’re not home,” Eliza said, “we can’t leave doors closed to rooms. She won’t mess with closets, just rooms. I guess she goes looking for us and knows we go into rooms. If we’re home, she’ll sit outside the door and bark until we let her in. She tried clawing her way through our bedroom door when she was a puppy.”
Their friends gathered their things, said their good-byes, and five minutes later Mike was locking the front door behind them. He turned and pointed at Jenny.
She yanked her sundress off and dropped it onto the table, a sultry smile on her face. “Yes, Sir?”
“That’s better. Over the back of the couch tonight, I think.”
In the year since Jenny had convinced Mike to try a BDSM dynamic, their love life had exploded in a good way. Their twenty-six-year marriage felt new again, especially with their son off to college up in Tampa.
Jenny, now wearing nothing but a fuck-me pair of sandals and a smile, sauntered over to the couch, rolling her hips with every step and damn well aware of what she was doing to her husband. He worked on his belt and zipper as he joined her behind the couch where he grabbed her by the neck and shoved her forward over the back of it.
“Legs wide apart, baby,” he said, freeing his cock.
This was part of the reason he liked having game night here. Because as soon as their friends were gone, he could bend Jenny over whatever piece of
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