The Proposition 2

Every time I pulled out my dresser drawer and “withdrew” a $100 bill to buy something special for the kids, I remembered. I couldn’t spend it all at once, so I had decided I owed it to the children and would use it a little at a time. Anyway, there was a mixture of guilt and excitement each time. I took to laying the bill on the dresser, taking off my panties and standing there masturbating until “Jake” made me cum again. It was only my own juices that ran down my leg, but I could pretend. A wash cloth and pulling on my panties and I was ready to shop. I didn’t cheat again all year, unless you call that gorgeous fantasy cheating. I’d gotten over thinking maybe I was a whore.

I went to the same conference again this year. A different city, but I knew Jake would be there. I’d dreamed for a couple months about having him again and I wasn’t about to ask for more money. We went to dinner and before he even could ask I said, “You can come to my room tonight if you want to.”

I did my call home and, at the arranged time, the knock came. I answered wearing only v-string panties and a demi-bra my husband had never seen. I wasn’t going to show up in the plain Jane undies I’d been in last year. I stood there with the door wide open and, you know, I think Jake was actually embarrassed. He quickly came in and eased the door shut behind him.

Jake must have appreciated my choice because we made out for a good while before he took my undies off. We stood there kissing as I undressed him and then he took to kissing and caressing my whole quivering body.