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MILF, Chapter 1

“What?!” she demanded, dumbfounded that her husband would ask something like this of her.

“Look, it’s just a couple of guys and they’re really important to the company,” her husband replied. “You could probably just give them handjobs or something.” He went back to shaving.

She was sitting up in bed, mouth open in disbelief as her husband calmly got ready for his day. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, tying the short silk robe at her waist and clutching it closed near the top. It barely covered her ass as she crossed to the bathroom, and she subconsciously pressed her legs closed as she leaned against the doorway.

“You’re the one who keeps saying I deserve a raise,” her husband said in response to her silence. “Remember when you wore that short cocktail dress to the Christmas party and wondered if anyone noticed how much cleavage you were showing?” She nodded slowly, still trying to wrap her head around the whole situation. “Well”, he continued, “they noticed.”

She didn’t remember anyone looking at her during the Christmas party, she just remembered feeling self-conscious about her dress showing a bit of cleavage and hugging her tummy tighter than she was comfortable with. She may have had several drinks before dragging her husband onto the dance floor.

“But sleeping with another man would be unfaithful to you,” she said, reaching out one hand to touch his shoulder.

“And I’m telling you to play nice and do what they want, and if you don’t do what I tell you then THAT’s being unfaithful to me,” he shot back, shaking off her hand and turning to face her. “I already told them you’d meet them tonight at 9 behind that club downtown. If you’re not there, I could lose my job.”

He stormed past her and she stared at the floor. Could she use her body to get him a raise? And should she be flattered that they were so lustily obsessed with her? “How far do want me to go?” she asked.

“I don’t know, whatever they want,” he said as he angrily tied his tie. “If they want you to strip, or if they want to touch your body, give ’em a show. Just bring some condoms in case things get out of hand. I’ll try to be there but I might have to work late.”

She stared at him with her mouth open as he walked out. She had just gotten off of her period so she knew there was no chance of her getting pregnant, but that wasn’t the point. Not only had he told her to let another man have sex with her, but her husband might not even be there? She sat down hard on the bed, crossed her legs, and frowned.

As she went about her day her mind was filled with what that night might hold. She was alternately angry at her husband, flattered by the attention, scared that it would end badly, and finally excited at the prospect. Hundreds of women cheated on their spouses ever day and now she was being told to. Was the guy going to be attractive? Would he be old? Many companies these days had young tech guys running them, but who knew? Maybe he would be middle-aged like her husband. Maybe she would really enjoy it. Their sex life hadn’t been very good for the last few years, and she resolved to take the opportunity to make him sorry! After this, he was going to beg to satisfy her needs.

That night she ate dinner alone. Her husband was indeed working late, her son Jake was off at college, and her daughter Carol was sleeping over at a friend’s house. Normally she wore a tight but modest turtleneck and capri pants, but tonight she was going to change it up. She started with her silky purple bra and panties, then pulled on a V-neck tshirt that showed a hint of cleavage and hugged her curves. Then she pulled on a knee-length skirt, the shortest she owned, to keep an air of mystery.

She dolled herself up with eyeliner and thick, red lipstick, wryly thinking how long it had been since she had looked like this for her husband. She pursed her lips, slipped into her 5-inch strap wedges, and went to meet her destiny. She stopped by the store to pick up a box of condoms, and in a panic she got the 30 pack. There was no way she was going to need more than a 3-pack, and even the thought of that made her blush for a full 10 minutes.

When she pulled her minivan up behind the club a few minutes before 9, sure enough there was a single car in the parking lot waiting for her. She parked near the other car with one space between them and took a deep breath. To her relief the windowless neighboring businesses flanked the rear parking lot, and granted some privacy from the other ends of the street. She checked her make-up in the mirror and thought, “Let’s do this,” then stepped out of the van.

With butterflies in her stomach and her mind racing she strode confidently across the intervening space and knocked on the window. It rolled down and she could see a twenty-something guy looking up at her with a smiling but blank expression, quite handsome and pretty fit. Trying not to think about what it would be like to do it with someone closer to her son’s age than her own, she took a deep breath. “You want me?” she said trying not to let her voice shake, than pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside. “Well, here I am.”

He looked over his shoulder, then all three guys got out. When it wasn’t one guy but three, and her husband wasn’t among them, she instinctively covered her tummy with her arms as they approached her in a friendly manner. She took a few steps back, then thought to herself, “No, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to lean into it.” She dropped her arms to her sides, standing her ground and thrusting out her bra-clad chest with a confidence she didn’t feel as they encircled her.

One of them stepped forward and gently placed his hands on her sides.

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