Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

White Slut's Club: Ep4

"And the only day that this can happen is my birthday?" | accused, my tone venomous.

"I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you," he apologized, looking incredibly guilty.

"Did it ever occur to you to send someone else?" Mom asked.

"Yes, why can't James or Eric go?" | demanded. "They're senior partners and more experienced than you."

"I'm the one who's been leading this case the entire time," he explained. "It has to be me."

"Fine, whatever," | said, waving my hand at him, too angry to even shed a tear. A caring husband would know it

wasn't fine, and would do whatever it took to make a fuss over his wife... but he just mumbled another apology

before suggesting he'd leave the two of us alone.

Once he'd trudged upstairs, Mom gavea hug and said, "On your birthday I'm taking you out after work for a

special evening."

"You don't have to," | said with a heavy sigh.

"You're right, I don't, but this is non-negotiable," she said in the way that meant a decision had been made and

no amount of arguing was going to change it.

We each poured ourselves another glass of wine and continued venting about our men, although we didn't talk

at all about Jake or black cock... although that night after Emery was asleep | masturbated to both. He didn't

wake up, but | was so pissed at him | wouldn't have cared if he had.

Friday, as usual, | wore pantyhose underneath my casual Friday jeans, and three inch open-toed shoes.

As | hoped, Jake wandered into my room before first period and noticed my outfit.

"Connie, not only are you the only woman around who regularly wears nylons, but you may be the only woman

in the entire state that wears nylons underneath her jeans," he noticed, gazing admiringly at my feet.

| shrugged, deciding to flirt back, still angry at Emery, and Mom's words lingering in the back of my mind, "I like

to dress professionally on the outside, but a little sexy underneath."

"Are you trying to excite me?" Jake asked.

"Is it working?" | asked back.

"I plead the fifth," he said, raising his hands in the air.

| glanced down at his crotch and bluntly said, "I think you're presenting evidence that proves my case."

"Guilty as charged," he laughed, just as a couple of students entered the room.

| couldn't help it, so | added, "You may have to pay for your crimes one day."

He laughed and rebutted with wit, "As long as the punishment fits the crime, I'll throw myself upon the mercy of

the court."

Like yesterday, my panties were damp... although unlike yesterday I'd escalated the inappropriate banter.

Yet, | didn't see him the rest of the day and then it was the weekend... and | suffered through flirtation

withdrawal.

Emery tried to make it up toas he tookout for a pre-birthday supper at the most expensive restaurant in

town and did all the right things, including the rare going down ononce we were back hand not

expecting anything in return (which he didn't get), but the entire t| kept wondering if Jake would eat pussy

better, and would Jake givethe present | really wanted for my big 4-0?

Of course, half the t| pondered what it would be like to be pounded by Jake and his hopefully huge dick.

While the other half, I felt guilty for contemplating cheating on my husband. Yes, he was oblivious.

Yes, he was inconsiderate.

Yes, he was consumed with his work.

But deep down he was a good man and a good father... when he was home.

Although our sex life was mundane, pedestrian and rare, | sure didn't want a divorce or to dive back into the

dating pool.

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So although | would continue to flirt and dress up for Jake as the new school week progressed, | considered it

harmless banter and naughty fantasies that would remain just that.

On Monday | wore a brand new pair of pantyhose, a European brand that had a sexy seam down the back and

the Cuban heel.

| preferred the sandal foot style that showcased my toes and hated the unattractive although practical reinforced

toes (man, | wrecked a lot of pairs of nylons... my average being three days worn before | got a run somewhere),

but these were unique and sexy.

To make sure Jake noticed them when he cinto my room, which | was confident he would do, I slipped out of

my four inch heels and walked around my room in my nylon-clad feet... desperate for the attention my husband

wasn't giving

me.

| was hanging snew student art work on the bulletin board when | was startled to hear him speak, not even

aware he'd entered the room, "Those are new?"

"What are?" | asked, playing innocent.

He laughed, "Playing hard to get, are we?"

| smiled back, on flirtation overdrive, "Well | do like things to be hard."

He seemed slightly surprised by my rather clear innuendo, but after a beat, responded slyly, "Do you also like

things big?"

"I wouldn't know," | shrugged, throwing my small dicked husband under the bus with such a direct and obvious

answer.

"Well, that's truly a shame," he said, blatantly checking out my legs. "I do have to say I love the hosiery choice

today."

"They're brand new," | admitted. "I thought I should try something different."

"You should try something new every week," he said, his flirtation as direct as mine.

"Have any suggestions?" | asked back.

"I can think of one," he smiled, keeping it obvious without ever directly saying it.

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"You're lucky you don't teach high school," he commented.

"Why?" | asked, wiggling my toes at him.

"Because none of the boys would be paying attention to the lesson," he answered.

"I'm flattered," | said, before adding, "but | can't even get my husband to stick around for my fortieth birthday."

"You're turning forty?" he asked, genuinely surprised.

"On Thursday," | revealed.

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"That's cool," he nodded, just as students started filing in.