else.”
Halfway through the song, Marnie raised her eyebrows at me. I wondered what she was trying to tell me—until I felt someone’s hand on my arm.
I glanced over my shoulder at the stranger, saw a teddy bear of a man with dark skin. Normally, I would have pulled away from him. Like I’d pulled away from the men in the Bahamas who’d wanted to dance with me. But this time, I didn’t pull away.
I shook my butt against his groin, having some fun with teasing him. He grew hard in an instant, his cock now pressing against the top of my ass. Before, I would have been wary of this and backed off. But tonight, his erection turned me on, reminding me that I was a desirable woman.
Something Andrew had forgotten.
I got bolder, bending forward slightly while pushing my ass harder against him. He planted his hands on my hips and pulled me against his cock, and as we danced, our bodies moved like we were fucking with clothes on.
“Sweet Jesus,” the man said.
Giggling, I turned to face him. He was grinning at me as though I were the sexiest woman in the world. The look lifted my spirits. Yes, I was beautiful and sexy and had a hell of a lot to offer.
We continued to dance close, but not too close this time, our hips pumping to the fast beat. At the end of the second song, I leaned forward and patted the man’s arm in a friendly gesture. “Thanks for the dance,” I said.
“You’re gonna leave a brother hanging like that?”
I shrugged apologetically. “I’m married.”
“Married?” He sounded surprised. “Damn, girl.”
“I know,” I said, a hint of self-chastising in my voice. “I guess I got carried away. But, yes, I am a married woman. Out having a little bit of fun.”
“That’s it?” His eyebrows lifted hopefully.
“Yes. That’s it.”
“All right.” The man nodded his understanding. “Lucky man.”
I turned around and saw Marnie, who was standing with two margaritas in hand. She must have gotten them while I’d been dancing.
“Having fun?” she asked, offering me a drink.
“Yes,” I answered honestly. I sipped the new magarita. “And I made a decision about something,” I found myself saying.
“Oh?”
“If I meet someone, I’m gonna go for it.”
“Woo-hoo!” Marnie gave me a high five, and I had to quickly steady my glass so my drink didn’t spill. “Does that mean you like that guy?”
“No. Not him. He’s nice, but…he’s more fun. I want someone who makes me hot with one look.”
One dance, and I was in the mood to get lucky. One dance had reminded me that I was a beautiful woman with a lot to offer. A woman who didn’t deserve to have her husband cheat on her.
Andrew had said I should even the score. Marnie said I should see if there was a better match out there for me.
Well, I would at least even the playing field. If I was ever going to forgive Andrew, I needed to do this.
And satisfy my own curiosity in the process.
I’d been with only one other man before Andrew, and the experience had been horrendous. Chad, my high school boyfriend. I’d been into him, but I wasn’t in love. Partway during some heavy foreplay I told him I didn’t think I could go through with having sex. He ignored me, got rougher, and took my virginity despite my cries to get off me.
My experience with Andrew had been totally different. He hadn’t pressured me the way Chad had. Instead, he’d taken his time and waited until I was truly ready. If, while kissing, he sensed any hesitation on my part, he pulled away. I really loved that about him, and when I gave Andrew my heart and my body after eight months of dating, I knew that it would be forever.
The memory hurt, and I downed my drink. Then eyed the men in the crowd.
With Andrew having been my only positive sexual experience, I’d naturally been curious about what it might be like to be intimate with another man. Curious, but not tempted.
Until now.
Marnie flagged down a passing waitress with a tray of pink-colored
Halfway through the song, Marnie raised her eyebrows at me. I wondered what she was trying to tell me—until I felt someone’s hand on my arm.
I glanced over my shoulder at the stranger, saw a teddy bear of a man with dark skin. Normally, I would have pulled away from him. Like I’d pulled away from the men in the Bahamas who’d wanted to dance with me. But this time, I didn’t pull away.
I shook my butt against his groin, having some fun with teasing him. He grew hard in an instant, his cock now pressing against the top of my ass. Before, I would have been wary of this and backed off. But tonight, his erection turned me on, reminding me that I was a desirable woman.
Something Andrew had forgotten.
I got bolder, bending forward slightly while pushing my ass harder against him. He planted his hands on my hips and pulled me against his cock, and as we danced, our bodies moved like we were fucking with clothes on.
“Sweet Jesus,” the man said.
Giggling, I turned to face him. He was grinning at me as though I were the sexiest woman in the world. The look lifted my spirits. Yes, I was beautiful and sexy and had a hell of a lot to offer.
We continued to dance close, but not too close this time, our hips pumping to the fast beat. At the end of the second song, I leaned forward and patted the man’s arm in a friendly gesture. “Thanks for the dance,” I said.
“You’re gonna leave a brother hanging like that?”
I shrugged apologetically. “I’m married.”
“Married?” He sounded surprised. “Damn, girl.”
“I know,” I said, a hint of self-chastising in my voice. “I guess I got carried away. But, yes, I am a married woman. Out having a little bit of fun.”
“That’s it?” His eyebrows lifted hopefully.
“Yes. That’s it.”
“All right.” The man nodded his understanding. “Lucky man.”
I turned around and saw Marnie, who was standing with two margaritas in hand. She must have gotten them while I’d been dancing.
“Having fun?” she asked, offering me a drink.
“Yes,” I answered honestly. I sipped the new magarita. “And I made a decision about something,” I found myself saying.
“Oh?”
“If I meet someone, I’m gonna go for it.”
“Woo-hoo!” Marnie gave me a high five, and I had to quickly steady my glass so my drink didn’t spill. “Does that mean you like that guy?”
“No. Not him. He’s nice, but…he’s more fun. I want someone who makes me hot with one look.”
One dance, and I was in the mood to get lucky. One dance had reminded me that I was a beautiful woman with a lot to offer. A woman who didn’t deserve to have her husband cheat on her.
Andrew had said I should even the score. Marnie said I should see if there was a better match out there for me.
Well, I would at least even the playing field. If I was ever going to forgive Andrew, I needed to do this.
And satisfy my own curiosity in the process.
I’d been with only one other man before Andrew, and the experience had been horrendous. Chad, my high school boyfriend. I’d been into him, but I wasn’t in love. Partway during some heavy foreplay I told him I didn’t think I could go through with having sex. He ignored me, got rougher, and took my virginity despite my cries to get off me.
My experience with Andrew had been totally different. He hadn’t pressured me the way Chad had. Instead, he’d taken his time and waited until I was truly ready. If, while kissing, he sensed any hesitation on my part, he pulled away. I really loved that about him, and when I gave Andrew my heart and my body after eight months of dating, I knew that it would be forever.
The memory hurt, and I downed my drink. Then eyed the men in the crowd.
With Andrew having been my only positive sexual experience, I’d naturally been curious about what it might be like to be intimate with another man. Curious, but not tempted.
Until now.
Marnie flagged down a passing waitress with a tray of pink-colored
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