Gone Astray Ch. 07

Sara bought two 'After-Workout Protein Refills' in the juice bar at the gym. She looked over at the table where Andrew sat. He was the realtor she sometimes chatted with at the gym. He was busy with his phone and had not noticed her, so she thought it would be nice to surprise him with a drink.

She paid with money she had earned by working in a lingerie store. Every time she paid for something with her earned money, she felt immensely proud of herself and her work.

She carried the drinks to Andrew's table. When she placed one of the drinks in front of him, he looked up from his phone in surprise.

"There you go. This is a lot better than your usual energy drinks," she said with a smile and sat beside him. She took it for granted that he wanted her company.

Andrew cracked up with a warm smile. "Sara! What a surprise!" he exclaimed. He gave her a once-over, not being covert about it. "You are looking good."

Sara giggled. The unexpected honesty in his comment felt good. She smiled back at him. "You are not looking so bad yourself," she replied. She blushed at making the candid comment.

His smile broadened as he looked at her. She looked back at him. He had kind eyes, and they made her feel safe. Approaching someone, especially a man, was out of her normal comfort zone.

He picked up the drink. "This was very sweet of you."

She smiled at him, still feeling proud she had bought it with her own money.

Soon, they were lost in conversation. Sara missed having someone to talk to, and it was so easy with Andrew. He was genuinely interested in her and listened to everything she said. It had been a while since they last met, and many things had happened. She talked about her job in the lingerie store and how proud she felt. Time was flying, and she had been working for two months already.

Andrew said that was great, and he was happy for her sake. He knew she was a housewife and had never worked before. She confessed some of the silly mistakes she had made in the beginning. They laughed at them together.

Sara got more serious. She confessed she would forever be thankful to Megan for believing in and supporting her. Megan was the shop manager. Andrew smiled at her with kind eyes and put his hand on hers. Sara's heart skipped a beat. It was the first time they had touched each other. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity before Sara withdrew her hand. She felt a tingling sensation from his touch.

To change the subject, she told Andrew that Robert had moved out and had started university. She told him it felt empty not to have him at home anymore. Andrew talked about how strange it felt to live separated from his children. He tried to see them as often as possible, but it was still hard. Sara knew he was divorced and could understand how difficult it must be for him. She tried to be sympathetic. It was easy to relate as they shared similar feelings.

Sara talked about Jennifer and her boyfriend. She told him how happy Jennifer seemed. Also, they had finally told Paul that she was dating and that it was serious. Andrew thought it was terrible that they had to keep it a secret in the first place.

Their drinks were over, and Andrew said he wanted to take Sara out one evening for a drink to repay her. It did not feel awkward or out of place when he asked her, but she hesitated. Going out with a man other than her husband was so far from what was decent as a married woman. She did not know what to feel or think. She told him she had never gone out with another man besides her husband. She needed to think about it.

Andrew smiled at her with his kind eyes. "Take your time. It's not like a date, but I can understand if you consider it a big thing."

Sara smiled back. It did not feel awkward, but her heart skipped a beat like when he had touched her.

"We could exchange phone numbers, and you can let me know," he suggested.

Later, as she drove home, she felt confused. She had exchanged phone numbers with Andrew, which was wrong in many ways. But at the same time, she liked talking with him, and she would not mind meeting him again.

A long time ago, when they met for the first time, he had hit on her and asked for her phone number. He had been smooth about it, but she declined. Having contact with another man other than her husband was inappropriate.

This time, she had not hesitated to take out her phone to exchange numbers when he asked. She asked him to tell her his number, and she called him. They could hear his phone ring in his bag.

"Give me your phone," she asked, closing the call. The whole idea of exchanging numbers felt naughty and made her playful. He rummaged through his bag and handed her his phone. It had a face ID. Andrew did not protest but smiled faintly when she held his phone before his face to unlock it. Sara had the same type of phone, so it was easy to navigate. Deftly, she opened the call log and saved her number into his address book. Then she leaned forward and dropped the phone into his bag again.

Sara smiled to herself as she sat in the car. She had not saved her number as 'Sara.' Instead, she had saved it as 'The Friendly Gym Girl.' She was sure he would love it when he discovered it.

She replayed their conversation in her head while driving. Besides touching her hand, Andrew had gently flirted with her. She blushed, thinking she liked it, and shyly flirted back. She had never flirted with a man before. Maybe back in the days when she was dating Paul before they got married. She got a warm feeling in her stomach when she thought of Andrew's hand on top of hers. Their eyes had met, and he had smiled at her. They had smiled an awful lot at each other while talking. Sara pressed her thighs together as she drove on. She felt confused about her feelings.

She shook her head to clear her mind as she pulled into the driveway at home. Once inside, she busied herself preparing dinner for her family. It felt good to go through her everyday evening routines. It distracted her from other thoughts.

Sara looked around the dinner table while they ate. There were two empty chairs. Robert had moved out to the university, and it was likely a long time before he would visit. Jennifer was with Daniel and not at home for dinner. She had been spending a lot of time with him lately.

It was muted at the dinner table. It had often been like that since Sara began working. Paul still did not agree that she worked and wanted her to quit and concentrate on being a housewife again. William was, as usual, taking his father's side and was sulking like his father. She loved her son but could not help feeling that he behaved childishly. She knew he loved his father to the point of idolizing him, but he was old enough to form his own opinions.

Jennifer had told Paul about her having a boyfriend. It had not been received too well. He had become upset and said she was too young for a boyfriend. He believed she should wait until she found the man she wanted to marry. Jennifer had argued and said that was not rational. Perhaps her boyfriend was Mr. Right, and he was the one she was going to marry. How could they know?

Paul did not fully accept that Jennifer had a boyfriend. Things had become tense with Jennifer, as with Sara.

Sara hoped that Paul would soften with time. But he remained stoic about her work and Jennifer having a boyfriend. She put up with Paul's silent disapproval without arguing with him. Jennifer, instead, spent most evenings out. She did not tell Sara where she was, but Sara guessed she spent her time with Daniel.

Sara took care of the dishes after dinner. Paul watched TV. William went to his room and played computer games. Sara joined Paul in the living room after cleaning the kitchen. They did not talk but watched TV together. Sara felt there was a fundamental change in how they were together. Previously, she had always taken comfort in their quiet evenings together. Instead, it came to be that she had a hollow feeling that she could not shake. She looked at Paul. He had always been her steady rock. She had always felt that she could depend on him. That feeling had somehow eroded in the last months.

She knew she was changing. She was doing new things and getting new experiences. Instead of supporting her, Paul wanted everything to remain as it was before. He was doing the same with Jennifer. She was growing up and becoming an independent adult. Sara could not understand why he was so much against it.

She went into the kitchen and stood by the sink, thinking. Sitting next to Paul and watching TV seemed meaningless. She could not pinpoint exactly why, but she felt dissatisfied. She checked her phone. Darius had sent her a joke. It was outrageous, but she could not help but smile at it. She sent back a stern rebuke. She knew he would understand that she was not serious. He must have been looking at his phone as he replied right away.

They exchanged several texts. She smiled to herself as she typed. His replies were so bad. They had been meeting every second week since she had started working. It had been months, and she still could not believe she had a set day for sex with Darius. Sara worked only three hours every second Thursday, from nine to noon. By chance, it was in between her period and fertile peak, so it was safe to have sex on those days. On the third time they met, Darius told her he had changed his work schedule to have Thursday afternoon free. Sara had been flattered, but her stomach fluttered. She could hardly recognize herself making such an arrangement.

The following day was Thursday. She admitted to Darius that she was looking forward to meeting him. He replied with several scandalous texts telling her what he intended to do when they met. Sara blushed. She knew she liked what he intended to do with her, but it was lewd to see it in writing. She texted him sternly to behave and save his energy for the following day instead.

She smiled as she put down her phone. Her stomach tingled. She took a couple of deep breaths to collect herself and looked at the time. It was getting close to Jennifer's curfew, and she should be home soon. Usually, she pulled in on the driveway on the dot. Sara suspected that Jennifer sometimes waited nearby so that she did not arrive too early. To Sara, it looked like it was a silent protest of Paul's stern disapproval of her having a boyfriend. Sara took a new deep breath and sighed. She was unhappy about the gloomy atmosphere at home lately.

Darius put down his phone not too far from Sara's home. He was also anticipating the following day and his meeting with Sara. She was not the first woman he had inherited from his best friend, Daniel. Darius was not bad looking. However, he lacked Daniel's confidence. He couldn't like Daniel effortlessly strike up a conversation with women. Daniel usually had a woman following him home when they went to clubs and similar places. Sometimes, it was a one-night stand. Other times, it became a torrent affair. Rarely did Daniel stay long with any girl. More than once, when Daniel felt it was time to move on, he pushed them into Darius's arms instead.

Sara was similar but different. Daniel had picked her up in a parking lot outside a grocery store, of all places. Darius had shaken his head in disbelief when Daniel told him about it. He was impossible. But anyway, Darius was not surprised. They had laughed at it at the time. That Daniel had picked up an older white woman and convinced her to follow him home had been comical.

Then they laughed again when she had agreed to meet again. Then they met a third time. Daniel became more serious. Sara was increasingly an enigma. She was way older than the usual women Daniel picked up. But simultaneously, she was as innocent and inexperienced as a young teenager. With each meeting, her confidence grew. Daniel said she was more like a smoldering volcano than a shy, insecure housewife. He became infatuated with her. He started using words such as interesting, kind, and caring when describing her.

Daniel also talked about sex with her. He told Darius she was more like an inexperienced teenager than a woman over forty. After meeting a few times, Daniel said that her confidence had grown. She had become like a teenager in her experimenting phase. He had zero complaints about this. He could describe at length how sexy she was, even if she was older.

Darius understood that Daniel and Sara talked a lot besides having sex. It surprised him the first time Daniel mentioned Sara's husband and how Daniel seemed to have so little regard for him. He accused him of suppressing Sara throughout their marriage. He expected Sara to be a housewife and nothing more. Daniel said that it seemed like he had not given her a decent fuck in twenty years of marriage.

Darius was surprised at how engaged Daniel had become with Sara. After every meeting, he could talk about her for days. Not only about how hot she looked when she stopped wearing her frumpy cotton dresses. Or how keenly she experimented with sex. He talked about how he felt sorry for her confined life. He told Darius about how they spent hours in bed talking about everything. He even liked how interested she was in his schoolwork.

Daniel told him about Jenny when they were assigned a project together. Darius did not think Daniel realized it, but Daniel soon similarly talked about her as he did about Sara. Darius knew his friend well and was not surprised when he one day said he had fucked her. Both knew she had a boyfriend, but it had never prevented Daniel in the past. Then, it was about a month when Jenny seemed confused and did not know what to do about her boyfriend. Darius could tell his friend was enticed by her and repeatedly got her to have sex with him. Daniel had met her boyfriend and thought he was a racist asshole. He had no qualms about pursuing Jenny.

Once, he had sent her freshly fucked on a date with her boyfriend. Daniel and Darius had laughed about it. It had been less fun for Jenny, and she told Daniel later it was too much. Her boyfriend wanted sex, and he had gone down on her. She said she had felt humiliated since she was still full of sperm from Daniel. Her boyfriend had commented that she tasted different but had not realized what it was. Jenny told Daniel she had broken up with her boyfriend the following day. She said it felt good since they mainly had quarreled all the time in the last months.

Daniel began spending more time with Jenny, and Darius met her for the first time. He could only agree that she was as good looking as Daniel had described and easy to like. It did not take long before Darius thought of them as a couple, even if they did not say they were.

At the same time, Daniel seemed unable to let go of Sara. He even ventured to her house and had sex in the bed she shared with her husband. He had been amazed. Later, he told Darius about the extremely middle-class white-housewife suburban life she was living. Darius could understand how Daniel had become the means for her to break free.

Daniel told Darius he met Sara again at his place, as Sara had worried about being discovered at her house. However, she must have liked it as she invited him again. This time, there was a discovery, but of a different kind. Daniel knew Sara had a daughter about his age, and they discovered that Jenny was Sara's daughter.

Daniel had been blindsided, but it was different for Darius. He had met Jenny several times and spent many hours listening to Daniel talk about Sara. Darius had been unable to put the finger on it. But, when Daniel told him that Jenny was Sara's daughter, the penny dropped. Too much of what Daniel had told him about Sara could also be said about Jenny. They were remarkably similar. He could not quite understand how Daniel had missed it.

It became a confusing period for Daniel, like how it had been for Jenny before she broke up with her boyfriend. He was fucking mother and daughter. Darius could tell Daniel agonized. He seemed to have too high an opinion of Sara to drop her cold. She seemed to have the same problems. They met again, even though they knew Daniel was dating her daughter. Later, when Daniel told Darius, he laughed and said he did not know if Daniel or Sara was worse.

Daniel suggested that Darius should take over Sara. It was not the first time they had done that. They planned how best to go about it. Daniel said he felt confident that he could get Sara to meet them both, and they could convince her to have sex. Then, getting her to meet Darius by herself would be straightforward. Daniel and Darius were not strangers to having sex in front of each other. They had done it on several occasions.

Once, they even had a torrent affair with the same girl. She had been insatiable, and they had to combine their efforts to keep her happy and satisfied. Almost every day, she called and wanted to hook up. One late evening, after hours of sex, she surprised them when she said that they had to stop meeting. She told them she was engaged, and her fiancé was returning from an extended business trip. They never met her fiancé. But they often joked about how he imagined that he could keep her satisfied without having help.

Daniel had convinced Sara to meet him and Darius without too much trouble. Darius was hesitant because Sara was so much older, but he quickly changed his mind when he met her. She was as good looking as Daniel had said. She was also remarkably like Jenny. He could not understand how Daniel could not have realized sooner that they were related.

He marveled at how easily Daniel convinced her to have sex. Her cheeks had flamed red with embarrassment, but she did as Daniel asked. They got her to undress, and Darius could tell she was nervous when she got on all fours and hid her face. Daniel had motioned for Darius to go first. Her ass and legs were first class, giving Darius a spectacular view as he got in position behind her. She was soaking wet, and he had no problems entering her even if she was tight and he was big. Pushing his cock into her a few times, he could tell her pussy felt as good as Daniel had bragged about many times. After a while, she turned around to see who was fucking her. Her expression looked terrified, but her eyes burned with desire. For a second, he thought she was going to make a scene. Then excitement won, and she pushed her tight sexy ass into his crotch with a moan.

Darius' confidence grew, and he fucked her with more determination. Daniel smiled and gave a thumbs-up. He shuffled back to the armchair and sat down. He stroked his cock while he watched the two persons mate on his bed.

Darius was well into it and pulled Sara up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest so that she sat upright and impaled on his hard cock. Her body felt as good in his arms as her pussy did gripping his cock. She moaned in approval and leaned her head back against his shoulder. Her luscious hair tickled him as it draped over his shoulder and down his back. Her slim body was light, and he had no problems lifting and pushing her down again on his cock. He felt her body tremble in response.

It was tight and intense. Darius could tell when she was getting close, and she moaned and trembled as she came. Her tight pussy gripped his cock hard, and it made him come as well. She had not said it was safe, but it felt too good for him to pull out. Her tight pussy milked his cock as he emptied himself inside her. He let go of her, and she fell limply forward. His cock slipped out of her tight pussy. Darius looked down at her, sprawling on the bed beneath him. It looked like she was still coming as tremors went through her body. She had felt every bit as good as Daniel had described.

Darius and Daniel had done this before and didn't need to discuss what was coming next. They exchanged places, Daniel standing up and Darius sitting down. Daniel was grinning, and Darius felt he was also grinning. She had been spectacular.

"Told you she is a volcano," Daniel said smugly. Darius grinned wider in response.

Daniel got into bed with Sara. She protested when Daniel pushed her over on her back. Her protests grew as he aligned himself on top of her, pressing on his stomach to keep him away from her pussy. She wailed when he entered her. All the fight went out of her when Daniel bottomed out, and she wrapped her arms around him. Darius tugged on his cock while he watched the two lovers on the bed. It was easy to tell that they were familiar with each other. Sara was clawing his back when he came inside her, and then she locked her lips to his. They made out while she came a second time.

Darius and Daniel made a high-five when Sara disappeared into the bathroom.

"I guess that she wants to leave," Daniel said. Darius shrugged and put on his boxers while they waited for Sara.

She looked spectacular when she exited the bathroom. She was naked except for a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals and looked gorgeous. She had a distinct glow of 'just fucked'.

She went and sat down next to Daniel on the bed. Soon, she wanted to leave. It was easy to tell that Sara had had an intense experience. Daniel saw her out. Darius knew it was best to keep a low profile. After she had left, Daniel fetched a couple of beers. They spent the evening planning how Darius could get together with Sara.

It was slow going. Each time Daniel met Sara, he gently pushed her to get closer to Darius. He got them to start texting, which was a big step forward. It took a long while, but eventually, she agreed to come to his apartment. Daniel wished him luck when he told him Sara was finally coming.

It nearly failed. Darius did not have the same confidence as Daniel. Sara was so much older and looked unattainably hot. They met on the sidewalk outside his apartment. Darius felt his mouth become dry and his palms sweaty as he let his gaze run over her body. She was so good looking that it made him feel insecure. They went upstairs, and it was clear that Sara also felt uncertain.

They sat on the couch and drank lemonade. Darius still felt intimidated by how much older she was. He told himself that she was there for sex, but he was too insecure to make a move. He touched her bare thigh a few times, and she seemed to like it. Eventually, Sara made the first move, and they kissed. It became more heated, and they undressed.

Once they got started, it went surprisingly easy. Although they were nearly strangers, they quickly began feeling at ease with each other. They had sex twice before she left. Sara might look shy, but she became surprisingly passionate once they started. She seemed to love every second. Daniel called her a passionate volcano, and Darius could only agree.

They texted daily, but getting her to meet again was difficult. Then, there was a pivotal event when Sara got a job for the first time in her life. When she told him about the job, Darius was happy for her. But she felt deflated by how strongly her husband was against it. Like Daniel, he had a low opinion of Paul. It did not improve when he heard how Paul was treating her.

Sara and Daniel had rebound sex. Separately, they told Darius what had happened. He was not surprised. Daniel seemed to have a special place in Sara's heart. He always talked warmly about her. She texted Darius while she was still with Daniel. She did not spill out that they had sex, but it was apparent. Daniel did not have any secrets when he met Darius. He told Darius that Sara had given him a complete blowjob for the first time.

Daniel and Darius convinced Sara to visit Darius the following day. They prepared by going to the store and buying the same champagne that Daniel had bought. Then they swung by Daniel's apartment and picked up his champagne flutes.

Darius had been a lot less nervous about meeting Sara again. Sara seemed to be on an endorphin high from having worked, and it did not take long before they had sex. Again, Darius was struck by how passionate she was.

After their second meeting, they texted more than ever. Two weeks later, they met again on a Thursday. By chance, Darius had the day off. It had been slow in the lingerie store, and they were texting extensively. Sara texted that she intended to go to the gym after work. Darius had jokingly replied that she could always come to his place. He could give her an alternative workout. It had been no reply for some time. He worried he had been a bit too much. Then Sara replied that she would love to come over. She could always go to the gym the following day. They had worked up a good sweat, and Sara said it had been a great workout as they lay sprawling in his bed afterward.

Two weeks later, they met again. This time, Darius had swapped shifts with Daniel to be with Sara. He and Sara ended up in his bed again after sex. Sara had been flat on her stomach with arms and legs sprawling. She had purred contently into the pillow while Darius massaged her stiff calves. The only downside of working was that standing for many hours in high-heeled shoes was a pain. Darius' experienced fingers dug deep into her sore muscles, dispelling all tension. Sara sighed in satisfaction and said she could make it a habit to come every second Thursday. They had sex a second time before she left.

Two weeks later, when they met again, Darius had adjusted his schedule. From then on, he was either not working or working the night shift every second Thursday. When he told her, Sara looked concerned for a few seconds, but then she kissed him and said he was a gem for thinking of her.

Darius became more infatuated with Sara each time they met. She was older, but in many ways, she behaved like an inexperienced teenager. Darius agreed with Daniel when he said she was in an experimental phase. Daniel said that they had played with rough sex, and she seemed to like it. It was not Darius' thing, so he did not try. Instead, he was amazed at her strength. She was short and slim, and it belied her strength. Almost daily visits to the gym had given her a surprising core strength. Darius had never been with a woman as strong as Sara. He was about double her weight, but she could lift him from the floor if she wanted to. She also seemed fascinated by his fit body. They often played using physically challenging positions.

The following day was a Thursday. Darius had felt anticipation rising during the last days. He could tell from Sara's texts that she was also looking forward to meeting. He had texted Sara several racy comments to tease her. She had responded sternly, but he knew she was not serious. He looked at the time. It was getting late. He knew her routines and guessed she was texting him after dinner in the kitchen. He had not been to her house, but Daniel had described it in detail.

Darius looked at Daniel, who was sitting on his couch. He was sitting close to Jenny, their thighs touching. Both sat on the edge, leaning forward and staring intently at the TV. They pressed frantically on the game controllers in their hands.

"Yes!" Jenny suddenly shouted and threw her arms in the air in a victory gesture.

"Ahw, fuck!" Daniel exclaimed. He sat back in defeat.

"It's the third time in a row that she beats your ass," Darius laughed.

All three were laughing as comments and goodhearted insults were thrown around. Daniel pushed hard on Jenny's shoulder. She yelled in response and slapped his thigh. There was a scuffle that ended with them kissing.

"Come on, guys, break it up," Darius chuckled. "Besides, it's almost curfew, and you should get going," he added to Jenny.

Jenny broke the kiss and checked the time on her phone. "Shit," she exclaimed.

"Come on, sore loser. I'll give you a ride home," she said to Daniel and got up from the couch.

"I thought we were going to Park Road," Daniel complained as he got up and followed Jenny towards the door.

"No time for that," Jenny replied. "Besides, you are a lousy fuck anyway," she added with an evil grin.

Jenny could be foul-mouthed when she was in the mood.

"See what I have to put up with?" Daniel protested to Darius.

Jenny giggled and hugged Darius goodbye.

"I don't understand how you stand him. He is such a baby," she said into Darius' broad chest, loud enough for Daniel to hear her. "And a poor loser," she added.

Daniel patted Darius on the shoulder on the way out.

"Have a nice day off tomorrow," Daniel said, grinning. And don't strain yourself."

He knew Darius was meeting Sara after work. Like Darius, he also knew that a naked and excited Sara was a handful.

Darius chuckled to himself as he locked the front door after them. He checked his phone, but there was no new text from Sara. He tidied around the apartment and finished by changing the sheets on the bed. He had gotten into the habit of doing that every second Wednesday. Daniel had told him at length about Sara's house and how immaculate everything was. Darius did not want to give her the wrong impression. But at the same time, he did not want to look too eager. Changing the sheets and sleeping one night in them was a good compromise.

He texted for a while with Sara before sleeping. They did that nearly every night.

Darius woke up late the following morning. After a quick breakfast, he went to the gym. Sara sent him a selfie. It was a big thing the first time she did it, but with time, they exchanged selfies frequently. She looked smart in a formfitting summer dress. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she had a bit of makeup. She looked young, sexy, and happy. If Darius had not known, he would never have guessed that she was over forty and a mother of three. Behind her was a row of bustiers. 'Checking out the inventories,' read the caption. Sara was becoming more and more daring and a tease.

Darius smiled as he looked at the picture. He raised his phone and snapped a selfie. He wore a tight, sleeveless t-shirt, and sweat shone on his dark skin. There was a rack and barbell in the background. He was sure she was going to like it. 'Passing time before our lunch date,' he wrote and sent it to Sara.

Sara had balked the first time he had called their Thursday meetings a date. With time, she relented and began referring to their Thursdays as dates like he did.

Darius finished at the gym and went by the grocery store on his way home. He usually made them a large salad for lunch. Sara was picky about what she ate. At home, he showered and wore sweatpants and a tight sleeveless T-shirt. He knew Sara, and she never seemed to get enough of his chest and arms. He prepared two plates of salad while he waited for Sara to arrive.

She rang the doorbell on the dot when he expected her. Everything about Sara was so precise. He went and let her inside. He let his gaze run over her. She looked as good as in the selfie she had sent previously. She looked shy as she checked him out as well. She always looked shy when she arrived. Initially, it had made Darius unsure. But with time, he realized that he only needed to break the ice, and then she relaxed.

He stepped close to her and put his hands on her slim waist. She smiled and put her hands on his broad shoulders. She craned her neck and got up on her tiptoes, and they met in a soft, unhurried kiss. Her lips parted slightly, and tentatively, he slipped the tip of his tongue into her mouth in search of hers. Their tongues met, and their lips parted wider, becoming more demanding. Sara had her eyes closed. He let his hands slide from her waist to her back and down over her tight ass. He pulled her closer, and he felt a shiver run through her body as they pressed together. She tightened her hold on his shoulders and pushed her boobs into his chest.

Darius took his time. He knew Sara loved to kiss and make out and never grew tired. After several minutes, Darius broke the deep kiss.

"Do you want to go into the bedroom, or are you hungry?" he asked.

Sara pressed her face into his chest. "I'd love to go into your bedroom, but I am starving," she confessed.

Darius did not object, and hand in hand, they went into the kitchen. His cock had begun swelling in response to feeling her shapely body pressed against it. But he knew it was worth the wait to eat first.

They sat close together and ate. They talked, but it was tentative at first, but then they loosened up. They flirted. Both knew they were going to have sex soon. Sara mainly talked about her work. It had been months, but she was still enthusiastic about everything. Sara talked a lot about Megan, the shop manager. It was clear from how Sara talked about Megan that they had become more than manager and employee.

In the beginning, Megan mostly showed Sara the ropes. But with time, she began talking about and doing more things. She gently coaxed Sara to change her style of dressing. She suggested clothes that showed off Sara's body better and with a more modern style. She also sent Sara to a friend of hers in the beauty department at one of the department stores in the mall. The friend had spent several sessions teaching Sara how to use makeup to her best advantage. Sara had been surprised by how much you could change your appearance with makeup.

Darius met her every second week. Only minor changes occurred between their meetings. However, she looked quite different from the first time they had met months ago. Her self-esteem had also grown with time. Having a job and earning her own money meant a lot to her. One time, she gave him a T-shirt as a present. He was surprised, and she was very proud when she said she had bought it with her own money. He sent her a selfie every time he wore her T-shirt.

But there was a big cloud in the sky. Paul never accepted that she was working. He still maintained that it was unnecessary and embarrassing. He said their friends would think he could not support the family if they found out she was working. He seemed unable to understand that she did it for her self-esteem and pleasure. It was her choice and not out of necessity. He maintained that he should be the breadwinner and she should take care of the household.

Sara felt sorry that she had to keep a low profile about her work at home to avoid conflict. Before Paul got home, she washed away her makeup and changed into one of her old billowy cotton dresses. Sometimes, she tried to wear her new clothes, but Paul disliked them. She wished that Paul would change his mind, but as the months passed, her hopes dwindled.

Opposed to Paul, Darius approved of everything. To him, Sara looked better and better as the months passed. Sex also became richer as her confidence grew. Daniel had described her as a passionate volcano, and Darius could only agree. She was not afraid to demand as much as she was giving once they started. Nor was she scared to suggest and try new things.

Darius followed how Sara cleared the table after they had eaten. He had protested the first few times that she had done it, but she had said she liked it. She looked good moving around. She had gotten to know his kitchen. It gave Darius a feeling of intimacy as he watched her confidently take care of the dishes.

"You have pantyhose on," Darius noticed. Usually, she was barelegged.

"It is Megan's fault," Sara replied and blushed faintly.

"How come?" Darius asked.

"Sometimes, it feels like Megan is reading my mind. She always seems to know what I am thinking or planning."

"Oh?" Darius said, not getting what Sara meant.

"Today, she asked me who I was meeting after work," Sara explained. "I tried to act like I was not meeting anyone, but Megan said I was not fooling her."

Sara paused while she loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

"Megan told me I had been looking smug, like a cat that had swallowed the canary. She said I did it every second Thursday for months. She said it could only be because of a man."

Darius did not know if he should worry or not.

"I tried to act innocent and said I was married and obviously did not see anyone. Megan only laughed at me and said that I was adorable and like an open book," Sara continued. "I got worried. Megan laughed more at me and said it was only good for me to live a little bit."

"Did you tell her about me?" Darius asked.

Sara blushed and looked down. "I am so embarrassed. I couldn't lie to Megan and admit that I was seeing someone. She still laughed at me and said it was great. She even hugged me."

"So, you are not worried?" Darius asked.

"No, our secret is safe with Megan," she said.

Then she shrugged her shoulders and straightened her back. She did not look embarrassed any longer. Instead, when she looked at him, Darius saw a flash in her eyes. He recognized that look. She was turned on. Sometimes, her mood changed so fast that he had problems following.

"When I was leaving work, Megan came and gave me a present for you," she said, looking at him with a mischievous expression.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

She did not answer but turned around instead and lifted her hair.

"Unzip me," she told him.

Darius did not have to be asked twice and unzipped her dress in the back.

She turned around again, facing him. She shrugged her shoulders so that her dress slid down her body and pooled around her high-heel pumps. Darius' eyes widened when he took in her stunning appearance. She wore a matching set of thong panties and a half-cup bra in sheer light pink material with a lot of lace. Sara had been working on her tan a lot lately. Her dark skin contrasted nicely against the light pink lingerie and blonde hair.

Darius's mouth fell open. She did not wear pantyhose, as he had assumed. Instead, she wore thigh-high stockings with tall lace tops. Sara giggled when she saw his expression.

"Do you like them?" she asked with a smile.

"Like...? I love them!... You look hot. No, you look stunning!" Darius exclaimed.

Sara giggled again, and her eyes sparkled. She stepped out of her dress and moved closer to Darius. He reached for her like a child after his favorite toy.

"Megan made me go into a changing room and put them on before she let me leave."

"Tell Megan that I love her," Darius said. He put his large hands on her thighs and pulled her closer between his open thighs. He ran his hands from her warm skin, over the lace tops, down the smooth nylon towards her knees, and back up again.

"Megan said that I have great legs and should show them off more," Sara said.

Darius pulled her closer, and his hand moved higher and gripped her tight ass. "Fuck, you are hot," he mumbled.

Sara giggled and groped between them and caressed the tent forming in his pants. "I guess I found something else approving of my underwear."

Darius ran a hand along her spine and under her hair, lacing his fingers into the hair at her neck. He pulled her head to his, and they made out. It was a deep, needy kiss. Sara pulled on his sweatpants, and he lifted his butt in response. She peeled down his pants and boxers in one decisive move and threw them to the side. She did it without breaking their kiss. Her hand closed around his cock, her touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he groaned into her mouth.

He responded by sticking his free hand down the small triangle in front of her string panties. A warm humidity met his probing fingers. It was not a surprise. They both had been set on sex since he had let her in through the door. Talking and eating had been more like a slow-burning foreplay than sharing a meal. There had been an unspoken awareness while they ate. They knew they were having sex after eating, and they both knew it was going to be good.

He fingered her pussy while she jacked his cock. She quickly became soaking wet, and he slipped a finger inside her. She trembled in response. Their tongues wrestled while they touched each other.

Sara broke their kiss and stood up. She did a sexy wiggle of her hips as she shimmed her panties down her long legs. They had been together many times, but Darius was still amazed at how sexy she could look. It was always in the back of his mind that she was much older than him and a mother of grown-up children. But anyway, she looked as good as the hottest girls of his age. He knew her husband had been the first and only man in her life until she met Daniel. He thought she seemed inexperienced as a blushing teenager the first time. The unusual blend of maturity, good looks, and innocence was an intoxicating mixture. It made every time with Sara feel special. Darius would always genuinely look forward to their Thursday afternoon meetings.

Sara straddled him and sat down on his thighs. She scooted forward so his hard cock poked straight up between their stomachs. They alternated between making out and Sara caressing his shoulders and arms. Sara pulled on his tight T-shirt, and he raised his arms so she could peel it off and throw it to the side. She stared intently as she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders. Not for the first time, he had the impression she loved the contrast between her pale hands and his dark skin.

Darius reached behind her and undid her bra. She helped him peel it off, and he threw it in the same general direction as his T-shirt. His gaze riveted to her boobs. They were large, firm, and rested high on her chest. He knew having children was supposed to ruin a woman's breasts, but Sara's were amazing, like the rest of her body. He cupped her boobs, feeling the weight of them in his hands. They were naked except for Sara's stockings and high heels. The nylon felt smooth against his thighs.

She was so sexy. She resumed caressing his chest and shoulders while he fondled her boobs. He ran his thumbs over her nipples to make them hard. It took only seconds, and then he could pinch and pull on her erect nubs. She purred contently and leaned closer so they could make out again. He could feel her desire. She clenched and relaxed her thighs, making her mound move against the underside of his hard cock.

Eventually, she broke their deep kiss. Their eyes locked. He could see the desire burning deeply in her eyes. Instinctively, he knew what she wanted. He let go of her boobs and ran his hands down her sides, and cupped her ass cheeks. He gripped as much as possible of her tight ass and held her firmly. She ran her pale hand down his stomach and grabbed his cock, standing at attention between them.

Their eyes stayed locked, and she rose over him. She shifted closer so that the tip of his cock aligned with her pussy. She had a firm hold of his cock and ran the tip along her slit to make it wet. She paused when the tip was by her opening. Then she slowly sat down, impaling herself on his cock. Darius never grew tired of the sensation of her tight, strong pussy around his cock. He had always assumed that older women who had children had loose pussies. Besides having a tight pussy, she was deep. Darius knew he had a big cock, and not all girls that he had been with could take his length. Sara had no problems even when he drilled his cock inside her as far as he could.

Darius relished every second as he felt Sara take him inside her. Her sparkling eyes remained locked on his. Then he felt her tight pussy stretched around his girth and slowly lowered along his shaft. She stopped when there were about two inches left of his thick shaft. Her eyes smoldered as they held his gaze. He had kept a firm hold of her ass while she had impaled herself on his cock. He felt it was his turn to be in control and tightened his grip. Her brow furrowed as he pulled her ass down toward his thighs, making his cock drill deeper inside her. Her tight pussy stretched further as he forced her ass down to his thighs. The furrow deepened, and her eyes got a pleading expression as he forced the last inch of his cock inside her. Her lips parted. She looked ready to beg for mercy when her ass finally pushed against his thighs, and he was deep inside her. They held still for several moments, relishing the feeling.

"You are so big!" she gushed. Darius chuckled in response, feeling his male ego stroked. She fell forward, and they met in a deep kiss.

Darius let Sara be in charge. They had only had sex on a chair a couple of times before, but Sara had said she liked it and wanted to do it again. Darius could see nothing wrong with it.

After some time, Sara began moving. Slowly at first, moving up and down over his shaft, but then more determined. Darius let go of her ass and caressed her sides and legs. He felt her smooth skin - the lace tops and smooth nylon-covered legs felt thrilling. She coiled her arms around his shoulders and glued her mouth to his. She rose and fell with more and more determination. Soon, the room filled with the heady smell of sex and the slap, slap of skin against skin when her ass met his thighs.

Sara leaned forward and locked her lips to his without missing a beat. Darius ran his hands up and down her shapely body as she rode him. She was so sexy. He ran his hands down her slender legs covered in smooth nylon. Then up again, over her generous hips, and followed the inward curve of her narrow waist. Then higher up and caressed her swelling boobs. He made her stiff nipples run through his fingers. She moaned into his mouth in response.

He trailed his hands around her chest to her back and ran his hands up into her thick mane of hair. She shivered. He knew she was sensitive to her neck. Needful, she kissed him harder, sucking his tongue into her mouth. He ran his hands down her spine and felt her shiver again. He knew her body and how to touch her well. He cupped her ass cheeks in his hands and followed how she moved up and down his cock. Then he let his hands trail down her legs, feeling her shapely thighs and down the smooth nylon. Then he reversed and started the upward journey again.

Sara broke the kiss and sat more upright. She still rose and fell over his thick cock. She had a needy expression as she looked at him. He felt cum churning in his balls.

"I am close," he warned her.

"Just a little bit more," she gushed. A wrinkle had developed between her eyebrows in concentration. He could tell that she was close.

He pulled on her nipples, and the wrinkle deepened. Daniel had told him that he and Sara had discovered she liked it rough when she was worked up or close. Darius was gentler than Daniel and could not be rough or hurt her on purpose. But he could tell she liked how he pulled on her nipples.

She cried out and sat down on top of his cock. Deep inside, he felt how her pussy contracted hard. He understood she was coming. It pushed him over the edge, and he came. His hands were heavy on her hips as he pressed himself up inside her and emptied everything he had.

Sara fell forward on his chest and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She pressed her face into his chest.

"That was so good," she gushed, and Darius chuckled. They held still for a while, being quiet.

They texted a lot. On some days, they texted extensively throughout the day. However, when they were together, they could often be quiet. It was not an uneasy quietness but a comfortable one. They enjoyed the closeness, and neither felt the need to fill the space with words.

Darius's cock was still inside Sara. Her tight pussy made his cock remain hard even if he had been coming. Sara giggled as he tightened his hold on her and stood up. She wrapped her shapely legs around his hips, clinging to him. He carried her to the bedroom, suspended on his hard cock inside her. She giggled again and tightened her hold further. He leaned over the bed and began walking on hands and knees from the foot-end of the bed towards the pillows. Sara hung suspended beneath his chest. Somehow, she managed to keep her mound pressed against him and his cock still inside her.

They fell onto the pillows. Her mouth eagerly sought his, and they made out. They kissed deeply and languidly for a long time. Darius was still hard inside her, but they did not move.

Sara broke the kiss and pushed his shoulders. "Get off me, you big oaf, you are crushing me," she complained.

There was a lewd, wet sound as Darius pulled out his cock and rolled to the side. Sara scooted up in bed. She spread her thighs and looked down at her pussy. It looked puffy and slightly dilated. She ran two fingers along her slit, and they became covered in sperm. Darius looked at her while she examined her pussy. She looked at her fingers, sticky with sperm. She had a thoughtful expression. To Darius, it looked like she thought to herself, "Yep, I am full of sperm."

She absentmindedly wiped off her fingers on the sheet and then twisted so they lay facing each other. She smiled at him and caressed his face, her eyes sparkling.

"Do you remember I told you about Andrew, the guy I've met at the gym?" she asked.

"Aha," Darius replied. He was surprised Sara mentioned Andrew, but he understood she had something to get off her chest.

"I met him yesterday, and we exchanged phone numbers," she said, then hesitated.

"Go on," Darius encouraged her and caressed her cheek.

She smiled at him. "We have been texting today, and he wants to take me out for a drink."

"Do you want to?" he asked.

Sara thought for a while before answering. "I don't know. It feels scary, and I am married."

"But, do you want to?" he insisted.

"It could be fun. Paul has never taken me out for a drink."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"So, what do you do together?" Darius asked.

"We don't do so much. We usually meet friends and have a barbeque or dinner."

"Like Justine?"

Sara had talked with Darius about her best friend, Justine.

"No, not Justine. She is my friend. They are his friends. We meet Paul's colleagues and their wives."

Darius looked at Sara. "You should live a little. You should let Andrew take you out for a drink."

"You said the same thing as Megan," Sara laughed. "It is so weird. I've only known her for a few months, and I feel I can talk with her about anything."

"See?" Darius grinned at her like he was just confirmed in his opinion.

Sara sorbed. "Really, I don't know. I am married, and I should not go out with another man. It is not proper."

"You are seeing me," Darius said.

Sara looked at him affectionately, touched his chest, and caressed him. "You are different, you are..." her voice trailed off.

"Black?"

"No, I would say young," Sara said, blushing. "You are the same age as Jennifer."

"So, I am your boytoy?" he teased her.

"No!"

"And you are my MILF," he laughed.

Sara groaned. "No, I've heard the expression before, and you should not have told me what it stood for. I feel terrible."

Darius laughed more and leaned forward and kissed her. She scowled but answered his kiss. He put his hand on her boob while they kissed. They were irresistible. Sara's mood had sobered up when they broke apart. Her gaze focused on his hand, where he was caressing her chest. Darius had the impression that she liked the contrast.

"Seriously, you and I are a secret. I can't even talk to Megan about you. Andrew is different. He is my age and divorced. And he is handsome."

"Handsome, eh?"

"Be serious," she admonished him and let her nails dig into his chest, not hard, but more than playful.

"Ouch!"

"Serves you right." Sara mused for a while. Absentmindedly, she resumed caressing his chest. He moved his hand to her other boob. His cock had grown soft, but then he felt it stir. He knew they were going to have sex again.

"Seriously, what should I do?" she asked.

"You should go out with him," he replied.

"What about Paul?"

"You said it yourself. He never takes you anywhere. I think you deserve better."

Sara looked sad. "You are right." She grew quiet for a while, looking thoughtful. She caressed his chest. Darius pulled lightly on her nipples to make them hard. "Paul has been upset since I told him I got a job.

"He seems so angry about everything. He is also upset that Jennifer has a boyfriend. It makes me sad. She seems so genuinely happy and serious about him. I think they are good together."

"I know," Darius replied. "I've never seen Daniel so serious about a girlfriend before."

"Have you met her?" Sara asked.

"Sometimes," Darius replied vaguely. He felt Sara hesitate. They both knew that Jenny must never discover that Sara had been having an affair with Daniel. She was having sex with Darius, and it created a connection since they were best friends.

"I can't understand why Paul is fighting every type of change. The children are growing up, and things will change no matter what he says."

"I don't think Paul is treating you and Jenny right. It looks like he should have been born in the nineteenth century to me."

"Jennifer says the same thing," Sara laughed. Then she got serious again. "I don't know, Darius. I worry how he will take it when Jennifer tells us that Daniel is Black."

They grew quiet for a long time. Both knew that Daniel being Black was a complication.

Sara caressed lower on Darius until she found his cock. He was hard again. She closed her fingers around it. They met in a soft kiss. It became deeper, and their tongues played together. Sara was tugging on his cock that rapidly became harder. He caressed lower on her stomach, and her thighs parted when he reached her mound. She was wet, and he had no problems slipping two fingers inside her. He found that slightly harder spot, which was her G-spot, and pressed against it. Sara moaned into his mouth in response and tugged harder on his cock. He worked his fingers inside her, making sure to hit her G-spot time and again. Soon, Sara squirmed and pulled on him to get on top of her.

"I want you inside," she breathed into his mouth as he aligned his body on top of hers.

She sighed when he entered her. She was tight but still dilated from his girth earlier. Both groaned when he bottomed out inside her. They sounded identical, and it made her giggle. Languidly, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His cock was like a steel rod buried straight into her. He felt deep inside how she clamped down hard on his cock. He groaned in response. The feeling of her strong pussy gripping his cock was intense. She giggled a second time and pulled his face to hers. Her tongue slipped into his mouth when he started moving his hips. Languidly, her tongue rolled around his.

He could tell she was not in the mood for experimenting. She wanted it soft and unhurried. He recognized how she liked to let the tension build up until she reached the tipping point. It took almost an hour, and they had changed positions, so he was spooning her. He could tell from her needy gasps that she was close. He had one hand on her pussy and the other pinching her hard nipple.

"Ahh, yesss," she moaned when he began kissing her on her neck below her ear. Her hair tickled his face, but he did not care. It was all about her pleasure. She put a hand on top of his, urging him to be harder on her boob. Her sexy ass met him thrust for thrust. He could tell when she reached her peak. She became all stiff and made a throaty, sexy moan. Her strong pussy contracted repeatedly while she came.

She became soft in his arms, and it was his cue that it was his turn to come. He rolled halfway on top of her, so she ended up almost on her stomach. One leg was straight, and the other knee pulled up so that her ass was in the air. He fucked hard and fast into her limp body. She had told him that she liked the feeling of being all soft in the afterglow of her orgasm. When he used her body as a tool for his release, it heightened that feeling. Her loose body shook beneath his as he pummeled faster and faster into her pussy. He groaned and bit down on her shoulder when he came.

She pressed her ass against his spewing cock. He felt her hand cup his contracting balls, milking him for everything he had. She was getting to be uncanny at knowing how to make it feel good when they were together.

They came to a sweaty standstill. It had been soft and sweet but ended with a crescendo. He had his arms around her. She seemed to be content to be still while his cock shrank inside her. Their breathing returned to normal after a while. She twisted around in his arms until they were lying face to face. His cock slipped from her pussy, and it made an obscene cum splattering queef. She did not mind. Her face would have turned beet red if it had happened the first time they met. He had the impression that with each time, she became less self-conscious about her body.

They kissed and then lay looking at each other. Minutes went by. It had been good. He knew she had liked it as well. They became a bit more comfortable together each time they met.

Sara raised her head and looked over his shoulder at his alarm clock. "I need to get going," she said.

She dropped her head back on the pillow. They lay looking at each other. He cupped her boob and caressed her. His hand was soft. She replied by caressing his chest. Her gaze shifted from his face to follow her hand moving across his dark skin. Darius recognized the look. He had not been with so many white girls, but all of them were fascinated by the contrast in skin color. His cock started growing again in response to her caresses.

She saw it and giggled. "You can forget about a third time," she said with a grin. "You are too big. I will be chafed for a week if we do it again. Besides, we don't have the time."

Darius chuckled. He kissed her, and she kissed back. They made out and caressed.

"How about we only kiss for a while before you leave?" Darius asked.

"Oh no, you don't," Sara replied. "I know how it will end. I will be on my back, and you inside me again!" She caressed down his ripped stomach and gripped his cock. He was hard. "You will wave this in front of my face, and then I will be unable to resist," she said and tugged on his cock to emphasize.

"You can't blame a guy for trying," Darius replied, grinning innocently.

Sara huffed theatrically and rolled out of bed. Darius followed her shapely backside as she went to the bathroom. Halfway there, she put her hand over her pussy to prevent sperm from dripping on the floor. He heard when she started the shower. He got out of bed and put on a pair of boxers. He could shower after Sara had left.

Sara came out of the bathroom a while later. She was naked and drying her body with his towel. She might be old, but she was spectacular. His gaze ran hotly over her body. She dropped the towel on the bed and went around naked, collecting her discarded clothes. She seemed at ease being in the nude, and it made her look so sexy. Darius felt his cock stir again as he watched her. She had been so nervous the first time she had come to his apartment. Her confidence had grown with each meeting. She seemed like a different woman compared to a few months back.

Sara dropped the bundle of her clothes on the bed beside Darius, who stood watching her. She picked up her panties from the pile and stepped into them. He followed keenly how she slid them up her long legs and adjusted the gusset over her mound. He felt his cock stir again. He could not explain why. But he always found that watching a woman get dressed to be arousing, especially so after sex. He stepped behind her back when she put on her bra. He placed his hands on her hips, leaned in close, and kissed her softly on her shoulder. She shivered but did not say anything. He could tell that she liked what he did. He kissed her neck before she twisted out of his hold and put her tight summer dress over her head. Once she had smoothed down her skirt, she turned around and held her long hair to the side.

"Will you zip me?" she asked.

He could not resist kissing her neck before pulling up the zipper. She made a small jump when his lips touched her neck, and she giggled.

"I don't know what it is," she said as she turned around and faced him. Her eyes were sparkling as she looked at him intently. "But I always get so sensitive when I am with you. It feels good however you touch me."

She got up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He cupped her ass and pulled her body against his. Their mouths opened, and the soft kiss turned heavy. They were both slightly out of breath when Sara broke the kiss. She sat on the bed and put on her pumps. Then she picked up the stockings from the bed and looked at them thoughtfully.

"I guess I'll put these in my handbag. I can hardly come home wearing thigh-high stockings," she mused.

"Why? You look incredibly sexy in them."

Sara made a sour face. "Yeah, that's the problem."

Darius understood she was thinking of Paul. He knew well how stiff and narrow-minded her husband was. "Well, that's his problem. You look amazing."

She gave him a bleak smile.

"What will you tell Megan tomorrow? That you had sex wearing them?" he asked.

"You are terrible!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "I don't know if you or she is worse. I know she will ask just the same thing." She was still laughing while putting the stockings in her handbag and stood up.

He followed her to the front door. They embraced and made out one final time. He opened the door for her.

She pressed her body against his. "See you," she breathed into his chest before she left.

Later in the evening, Sara made dinner at home. She felt the usual mix of guilt and warmth after being with Darius. She felt guilty because she was married and was having an affair. But warmth because sex with Darius was wonderful.

Jennifer was home, and dinner felt less strained than in a long time. She helped clean the table after dinner. She had become so helpful lately, especially after Sara had started working. Jennifer was in a great mood, and they chatted about school and practice. Sara felt in a good mood, too. Paul went into the living room to watch TV, and William went into his room as usual.

Once alone, the subject changed to Jennifer's boyfriend. Sara knew her daughter and could tell she was very happy about Daniel. Lately, Jennifer had told Sara more about Daniel. Sara was less worried that she could slip up and say something she was not supposed to know about him. Sara had almost said his name several times before Jennifer told her.

Jennifer felt strongly for Daniel and talked about how he did in school and his work. She spoke of his apartment and that he was hopeless at decorating, but she had gotten him to put up curtains.

"It was looking like a barebone man cave," Jennifer laughed. "But now it is a bit better."

Then, her face clouded. "But I have problems with my previous boyfriend," she said. "He is contacting me and wants to meet."

"It doesn't sound right, honey. Why don't you ignore him?" Sara asked.

"I don't know. He can be such a pain. But he can be so sweet when he tries. He is difficult to resist."

Sara did not know what to say, but she smelled trouble.

"It's like he has figured out when Daniel is working nights. He is contacting me every time," Jennifer complained.

"I think you should stay away from him," Sara said.

"I know," Jennifer said, exasperated. "He might be sweet, but I know he wants only one thing. I bruised his ego badly when I left him for someone..." Jennifer stopped mid-sentence.

"... Black," Sara finished in her head. She felt sorry for Jennifer. It was not right that she believed she had to keep it secret.

"I'm sure he will give up," Sara reassured her, pretending to have missed her near slip-up.

"I hope so," Jennifer grumbled.

Jennifer changed the subject and asked about Sara's work. Happily, she launched into talking about what she did in the store. More than once, she mentioned how grateful she was for getting to know Megan. Talking to Jennifer felt good but also made her feel sad. She used to talk about everything with Paul. His stubborn refusal had made it impossible lately.

Eventually, Jennifer left for her room. Sara went to the living room, where Paul was watching TV. She did not feel like being close to him, so she returned to the kitchen. She picked up her phone from the counter and checked it. She had several texts. They were from Darius, which was no surprise, but there was also one from Andrew. She felt her cheeks flush. Two men were texting her. The ones from Darius were not lewd but far from proper and referred to their meeting earlier. She smiled when she read them. She sent him an ambiguous reply, insinuating she had been more than ready for a third round in his bed. She smiled when she imagined Darius' face when he read it.

She reread Andrew's text. It was personal but polite, and it was clear he was trying to create a connection with her. Reading it a third time, she knew she did not mind getting closer to Andrew. She remembered what Darius had said to her a few hours earlier. She typed out an answer to Andrew. It was personal but polite at the same time, like his. Her fingers paused over the send button. Her hands felt sweaty. Texting Andrew was different from Darius. It was wrong in so many ways. She pressed send.

She went to bed early. She tried to read but had problems concentrating. Usually, she kept her phone attached to the charger by her vanity desk. Instead, she had it on her nightstand in case Andrew would text again.

It was getting late, and her phone chimed. She picked it up, and there was a text from Darius, not Andrew. It was a selfie with the caption, "Relaxing in bed after a hard day's work." Darius was in bed, bare-chested, and his well-developed muscles looked very good. Sara was smiling while she looked at the selfie.

Sara smiled and took a selfie from the waist up in bed. She sent it to Darius with the caption, "Relaxing in bed after two-thirds of a hard day's work."

The reply came fast. "Noted -- it will be four times in two weeks to even out today."

A second text followed. "What are you wearing to bed? You look like an old lady."

"I am an old lady," Sara replied.

"That is true, but you have great boobs. You should show them off!"

"I've got this nightgown as a present from Paul. He likes it," she replied.

"Still, you should show your assets better. You work in a lingerie store. Anything is better than what you are wearing now."

"I don't think Paul would approve."

"Paul is an ass, and he doesn't know what he got."

Sara frowned. She did not like it when someone talked badly about Paul. But, she could not help feeling there was a grain of truth in what he said.

"Behave now. And it would be best if you went to sleep. You said you are starting work early tomorrow."

"Yes, ma'am! And I will dream of your assets."

Sara could not help but smile. "Behave..."

"Bet you will dream about what I will do to them the next time we meet."

"You are incurable. Go to sleep now."

Darius replied with a lot of smileys.

Later, Sara was in the bathroom before sleeping. She looked at herself in the mirror and agreed with Darius that she looked dull. She did not own a racy nightgown but instinctively knew she would look great if she had one. She felt dissatisfied as she returned to the bedroom. Paul was already in bed and had turned off his light. She got into bed, and after a brief goodnight, she turned off her light and gave Paul her back. The feeling of dissatisfaction refused to go away completely. Andrew had not replied to her text, but hopefully, he would do it the following day.

*************

Sara was nervous. She and Andrew had texted several times over the weekend, and he asked her to have a drink with him after work. It felt both scary and exciting when she agreed. Later, she felt unsure and nervous. She wished she could talk to someone. Justine was out of the question. She did not know if she should involve Megan and was unsure if contacting her on the weekend was okay. She told Darius, and he thought it was great. He brushed aside all her worries. His youthful enthusiasm had not completely calmed her nerves.

She worked late on Wednesdays and agreed to meet Andrew at a bar in the center of town afterward.

She lied to Paul. She told him that some of the girls in the store were going out after work and asked her to join them. He thought the whole idea was ridiculous. Sara had been prepared for a confrontation. He surprised her when he said the whole thing about her working was terrible. How could it be worse if she came home late? Sara sighed in relief when he agreed.

He asked her sarcastically how she would manage dinner if she were not at home. Sara had prepared for the question. She had already asked Jennifer to make dinner that evening. She had fed Jennifer the same lie. Strangely, she felt more guilty about lying to Jennifer than to Paul.

Wednesday came much too fast for Sara's liking. When she woke up, she felt nervous already. She went through the usual morning routine of feeding and dressing everybody. Paul did not acknowledge that she would be home late in the evening but left with a curt goodbye, as usual. She checked one final time with Jennifer to ensure she had dinner under control. Jennifer laughed at her and told her to stop worrying and have fun on her evening out instead.

She went to the bathroom for her usual morning routine. Her temperature was elevated when she updated her app. Her body also showed all signs of ovulation. She could not help but wonder if it was a bad omen. She should not have in the back of her mind that she was fertile when she met Andrew.

Sara started work at noon and spent the entire morning alone at home. She felt restless. She texted Darius to be distracted. He was busy at work and was slow in responding. He wished her luck on her date. She replied that it was not a date. They were only having a drink after work.

It took a while before Darius replied. "Every guy will think of it as a date if he is having a drink after work with someone looking as hot as you."

Sara did not like his response. It was not a date.

"It is not a date," she texted back.

The reply came directly, "If you say so." A minute later, a second text arrived. "Daniel wishes you luck on your date."

Her first reaction was to feel worried that Daniel knew about her meeting with Andrew. Then she laughed out loud. Darius and Daniel were impossible. They had no secrets. On second thought, she trusted Daniel as much as Darius.

"Tell him thank you and to mind his own business," she replied.

She was still smiling as she dressed for work. She selected sexy lingerie, mindful of Andrew. Then, she picked a tight, sleeveless dress that ended well above her knees. She knew she looked good in it. She tried to downplay the importance of her dress. It was not a date. She told herself they were only meeting for a drink, like how they had a drink when they ran into each other at the gym. She felt butterflies as she stepped into a pair of high-heel pumps. She checked how she looked in her full-length mirror. The result was striking. She could not help but imagine what Andrew would think when he saw her. He usually saw her all flushed and with no makeup after the gym, wearing sweatpants.

Usually, time flew when she worked, but it felt like crawling. It was a slow day with few customers, so she spent most of the time talking with Megan. She had been quizzical about her Thursday secret meeting. Sara had not said anything. She hadn't even acknowledged that she had met someone. Megan had been teasing her good-heartedly. Sara felt that if Megan kept it up, she would soon confide in her about Darius. She was tempted to tell Megan about her meeting with Andrew but refrained. She was sure Megan would call it a date like Darius and Daniel.

She quit work at eight PM and drove to the city center. She rarely ventured there, so she had to use the navigation in her car to find the bar where she was meeting Andrew. It felt scary to be in an unfamiliar area. The bar was on the top floor of a high-rise in the city center. It looked very fancy and had valet parking, which did not help to calm her nerves. She was anything but used to be in places like this.

Feeling apprehension, she pulled up in front of the place. An attendant came around the car and opened the door for her. He looked young, and his gaze locked on her long legs as she exited her car. She felt exposed. Feeling self-conscious, she pulled down on the hem of her dress. She did not know what to do. The attendant paused for a few seconds, and then he must have understood that she did not know what to do. He took her by the elbow and led her around the car towards the entrance. A second attendant took over and gave her a card where he had written her license plate number. The first attendant got inside her car and drove away while the second one waited for her to put the note in her purse. Sara felt at a loss, and the attendant must have seen it as he led her inside the lobby to an elevator bank.

"Top floor," he said to her before going outside again.

Sara took an elevator to the top floor. There was a sign saying, "Rooftop bar" and an arrow, and Sara went in that direction, not knowing what to expect. She stepped outside onto a rooftop terrace. Groups of comfortable armchairs, couches, and low tables were spread over the terrace. Large flower boxes functioned as dividers to create privacy between groups. There were candles everywhere, creating a cozy and intimate atmosphere. Soft music was playing in the background, and it was a spectacular view of the city.

She felt overwhelmed. She did not even know places like this existed. A young girl approached her. She was dressed smartly in a white shirt, black pants, and a black tie.

"Yes?" she asked. Sara assumed she was the head waiter.

"Hi, I am here to meet..." Sara stuttered. She realized she did not know Andrew's last name.

She felt bewildered and didn't know what to do. Heat began rising on her cheeks.

Andrew materialized next to the young girl before she could say anything else.

"Sara!" he exclaimed. "It is so good to see you." He took both her hands in his. He smiled warmly into her face. She felt a ton of relief that he was there.

The young girl smiled friendly at them. "Well, you two be seated, and I'll be with you shortly."

Holding her hand, Andrew led her towards a small table with two plush armchairs. It was next to the railing and had a spectacular city view. Her head was spinning from all the impressions. She could not decide if she liked it or not that he was holding her hand. He let go of her as they sat down at a ninety-degree angle from the table.

She looked around, trying to take it all in. The view, the place, the people.

"Wow," she said. "I did not know a place like this existed."

"Don't you like it?" Andrew looked concerned.

"No, I like it. It's amazing," she reassured him. It was true. It was one of the most amazing places she had ever been to.

"Thanks, it's been a while since I was here," Andrew replied.

"Don't you bring your dates here?" she asked. As soon as she said it, she regretted using the word 'date.' They were not on a date. They were only meeting for a drink together.

"No, you know I don't go on dates," Andrew said with a short laugh.

Sara recalled that it was true. He had previously told her he didn't date after his divorce.

Andrew grew more serious. "No, my ex-wife and I used to come here. It was our favorite spot."

"Oh, sorry," Sara apologized, feeling that she had been insensitive.

"No, don't worry. I like it here and am happy you like it, too." He smiled at her.

She smiled back. The feeling that they were on a date grew stronger.

"You know I am married, right?" she reminded him.

His gaze shifted down to her wedding ring and up again.

"Yes, I know," he reassured her. "I like talking to you, that's all. I thought it was nice to do it somewhere where we are better dressed and don't smell of sweat."

Sara laughed. She looked around, feeling out of place. "I've never been to a place like this," she confessed.

Andrew smiled reassuringly at her. "Relax, you are doing fine."

His warm smile and kind eyes made her relax. They talked about the gym for a while, and then Andrew asked what she wanted to drink. She had no clue what to order. When meeting Paul's friends, she usually had a glass of wine at most. But it did not feel right to ask for it at this place.

"You should try an Aperol Spritz. It is not too strong," Andrew suggested. Sara had no clue what it was but was happy with any suggestion and nodded in agreement. As if on cue, a waitress appeared next to Andrew, and he ordered two Aperol Spritz and some snacks. She looked at Andrew as he ordered. He seemed so confident. He wore nice slacks and a shirt. The shirt was open in the neck, and he had rolled up the cuff twice. He wasn't hitting the gym as hard as Sara, but it showed that he kept himself in shape. He looked attractive.

Sara relaxed a bit after they had ordered. It felt as if she had passed a hurdle. They talked a bit more, and then their drinks arrived. The waiter placed a glass in front of her. Sara looked suspiciously at the bright orange content. Andrew raised his glass, and Sara did the same. She had no clue what to expect, and the taste was bitter yet sweet at the same time. It tasted surprisingly good, and she had a second sip.

"Mmmh, this is nice," she said.

"I guessed you would like it," Andrew said, smiling broadly.

Sara looked at Andrew over her glass. The last time a man had offered her a drink, it had been Daniel when he seduced her. He had gotten her drunk and then had his way with her. He had made her have her first orgasm ever. It felt like it was a lifetime ago. She had discovered sex together with Daniel and then continued with Darius. She knew what a man could make her feel. There was a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, and with a start, she realized Andrew turned her on.

"We should take a selfie," Andrew suggested.

Sara giggled, not knowing what to think. She had never taken a selfie with another person but did not know how to say no. Andrew got them to move closer together and put their heads next to each other.

"Hold up your drink so that it shows better where we are," Andrew said. He straightened his arm and moved his phone around to find a good angle. Sara was conscious of how close she was to him. She could smell his faint cologne. The warmth in the pit of her stomach intensified.

"That's it, smile," Andrew said, taking several pictures.

"I'll send you the best one," he said, dropping his phone on the table. Sara shifted back to her original position. She was aware that her nipples had hardened being so close to him.

Andrew began talking, unaware of how Sara was feeling. Sara nodded and replied, and soon, the conversation flowed. It was easy to talk with Andrew, and Sara told him about her work and children. Andrew spoke at length about his children. He cared deeply about them and felt sorry he did not meet them as much as he liked. He also talked about his work as a realtor and the different houses and apartments he sold or bought.

Sara intermittently sipped her drink while they talked. Then she realized the glass was empty, and it had been two hours since they arrived.

"I should be going. It is getting late," she said. She did not want to upset Paul by coming home too late.

Andrew understood and readily agreed. He paid the bill when it arrived.

"We should split the bill," Sara protested.

"Nah, you pay next time, and then we are even," he replied.

"Okay," Sara replied. Then she realized she had effectively agreed to meet again.

They were quiet as they went down the elevator. It was not an uncomfortable silence but an easy and familiar one. More than ever, it felt like they were on a date. Sara could smell his cologne again. She tried to ignore it, but the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach was returning.

They waited next to each other while the parking attendant fetched her car first. Andrew's eyes widened when he saw her small foreign car. It looked sleek and sporty as the attendant pulled up in front of them.

"Wow, is that your car?" he asked.

"Do you like it?" Sara asked, surprised by his reaction to seeing her car.

"Like it? I love it. It suits you perfectly."

"Paul hates it," Sara said. She felt embarrassed and tried to downplay his enthusiasm.

"Paul's an ass. It's amazing. Sara, you are a woman full of surprises," he gushed.

Still surprised by his reaction to her car, she said it was time to get going. Her heart skipped a beat when he put his hands on her arms, leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek. Feeling flushed, she walked around her car. The attendant was holding her door, and his gaze dropped to her legs as she got into the car.

She looked in the rearview mirror as she pulled away. The impressions and emotions tumbled around in her mind as she drove home. She had never been in a place like that bar. Nor had she gone out with another man other than her husband.

Paul was watching TV as she got home. He did not seem interested in where she had been, and she felt grateful. She did not want to lie to him about her evening. She went upstairs to the bedroom to change clothes into her usual gown and remove her makeup. It felt like a transformation. She changed from the adventurous and exploring Sara into the familiar dull, gray housewife.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She might be dull, but she knew there was more to her. She was working and discovering life outside of her house.

Her phone lit up, and there was a message from Andrew. It was the selfie that they had taken on the rooftop bar. Sara opened it and looked at it for a long time. She looked good. Her long hair was slightly wild in the evening breeze. Her face looked attractive, with full, inviting lips. She was still surprised by what you could do with makeup if you knew what you were doing. Her tight dress outlined her lean body and showed off her curves. She was surprised at how big her boobs looked when she did not wear her usual loose cotton dresses. She had her fancy cocktail and was smiling into the camera.

Andrew sat close with his head next to hers. She had not realized that he had his arm around her shoulders. He had a fit body like her and looked smart in his open-neck shirt. He had a deep suntan, and so did she. His off-white shirt matched her cream-colored dress. They looked great together as a couple. Behind them was the city skyline from above. You could tell that they were at an exciting place. Had it been a date? Sara felt unsure as she studied the picture of them close together and smiling. To make it worse, she felt the heat building up again in the pit of her stomach.

Her phone vibrated with a new message. It was from Darius. He wondered how her date had been. The heat increased sharply in the pit of her stomach, and she grimaced. She wanted sex, and it was a whole week until she would meet Darius again. She felt annoyed that he kept calling it a date. She looked at the selfie of her and Andrew again for a long time. Had it been more than just a drink? The question kept repeating itself, and she did not know.

She forwarded the selfie to Darius. Let him decide if it had been a date.