My Husband Wants Me to Date?: Cin's Discovery

by Laran Mithras

  "I love you, too. Looking forward to the date?"

  "Not really."

  "Aw. I was hoping you'd enjoy it."

  She finished buttoning her blouse. "It's just Kurt. I'm sort of looking to get it over with."

  "Try to have fun."

  "What, watching a movie? Thrilling."

  "Don't be frigid."

  She coughed. "It's a movie theater."

  He chuckled.

  The knock on the door an hour later had Rob answering. "Hey, Kurt."

  "Hey." He was smiling like a schoolkid. "She ready for a movie?"

  "I guess so."

  They shook hands.

  Cindy shook her head. Weirdoes. "I'm here, let's go."

  CHAPTER 10

  Cindy felt better. Kurt was being a gentleman. He didn't maul her tits in the car or anything like she almost expected.

  The theater was dark and they chose seats about four rows from the back. A good view of the screen.

  Almost immediately, someone sat behind them. The man crinkled a wrapper endlessly and then started coughing.

  The previews came up.

  The man behind them began coughing up his lung in chunks.

  Cindy scowled.

  The man coughed harder. Her hair was moving.

  She glared back.

  The man was red in the face, coughing with an open mouth without even covering it.

  She rolled her eyes.

  Kurt touched her arm and motioned with his head. "Let's move."

  She blew a sigh of relief.

  He led her over to the side and into the smaller seats on the far left.

  "Thanks," she said. "I think his lung is in my hair."

  He chuckled and reached his arm over her shoulder to pat her hair. "Yep, there's a floppy wet chunk right there."

  She jerked in disgust. "Eww."

  "I'm kidding."

  She slapped her palm against his chest.

  He left his arm around her.

  The movie was a rom-com, but she wasn't paying any kind of attention to it. She felt his hand move up and stroke her hair around her temple. Half-expecting to get mauled, she was tense for a few minutes. But he seemed content to just stroke her hair and run his fingers through it at her temple.

  She found herself with half-closed eyes, relaxing. This is nice. Probably not what Rob expects to hear.

  Halfway into the movie, he shifted so his arm could reach better. She leaned towards him and closed her eyes, relishing the soft scrape of his fingers. She wanted to go to sleep.

  A funny part had the theater laughing and she opened her eyes. He was looking down at her with a smile on his face.

  He said, "I promised Julie I wouldn't maul you, you know. But…"

  She looked up into his kind eyes. She felt secure in his arms.

  "Can I kiss you?" He said it softly.

  I don't suppose a kiss would hurt. It's not like he's licking my boobs or something. "Okay."

  He was leaning down as she said it. His mouth met hers and a man's tongue that wasn't her husband's pushed into her mouth gently. His lips were soft and she began breathing faster. They kissed lightly at first, but a headiness swept over them and they were kissing deep and hard.

  She moaned happily. He's a good kisser. Julie, you have it good.

  Kurt broke the kiss.

  She wanted more, but came to her senses and shook her head. There. I've been out on a date and kissed a man. She smiled. The sex is going to be great tonight.

  ~ ~ ~

  Cindy cried out in passion as Rob rammed his cock into her. She took him in, her aching pussy accepting the dominance of his manhood.

  He had gotten hard when she told him about the hair-stroking. He became feverish when she told him about the kiss.

  His cock made her pussy complete. His pounding erection gave her everything she needed.

  He pulled out.

  She whimpered, trying to pull him back in.

  He leaned his head close with his cock poised at her entrance. "Do you feel it?"

  She felt the tip brush against her swollen pussy lips. "Yes, put it back in."

  He pushed a little and her lips parted.

  She squirmed and thrust her hips. "Put it in."

  "Do you think Kurt is fucking his wife right now and thinking about you?" He rammed it in hard.

  She felt as if she had been hammered with an electric sledgehammer. A violent twist of insane lust gripped her insides and she was crying out, falling fast over the edge of orgasm. Lights flashed before her eyes and she squeezed them shut.

  When she was able to open them again, she lay panting – her chest heaving in sexual exhaustion.

  She fell asleep, locked in his arms.

  ~ ~ ~

  The next morning she opened her email after avoiding it for a couple days. There were no emails from her husband. She felt disappointed.

  She opened her nasty folder and selected a couple. She played a gif for several minutes, watching a man stroke his cock. "Sure looks good." She wanted to touch herself, but she knew it would make her sore.

  She closed the folder and shut down the computer. Time for work.

  ~ ~ ~

  Ron came in after her lunch hour. "Hi, Cin."

  Her smile stretched her face. "Hi."

  He leaned on the counter, his face a couple feet from hers. "So if I call you for dinner and a movie, that would be alright?"

  Her heart beat a little faster and her breath caught. She knew she was standing there, her mouth open and her tongue playing against her bottom teeth. "Um, I think so."

  His smile was all sunshine. "I'm thinking Friday, but let me see if tomorrow makes more sense. I'll call you tonight."

  She blushed. "Okay."

  He leaned up and her gaze dropped to his pants. Then she looked away. When she looked back, his eyes had a nasty twinkle in them. "Your husband won't mind?"

  Not sure what to say, she bit her lip and shook her head.

  He winked. "I'll call tonight."

  She watched him walk out, but not before checking out his sexy ass packed in those work-jeans. Wow. Rob's got me all worked up. Here I am looking forward to telling him about Ron's ass.

  She shook her head and went back to work.

  ~ ~ ~

  Later that night, her cell phone rang. She was in bed, reading. Rob was next to her doing the same.

  The caller ID said Ron Ross.

  "Hello?" She motioned to Rob that it was him.

  "Hey. I'm not calling too late, am I?"

  "No, this is fine." It felt weird talking to him with Rob listening, but oddly exciting.

  "Tomorrow's not good, I'm sorry. So Friday?"

  "Friday? Sure."

  "I have Italian in mind. That okay?"

  "Sure."

  "Good, I know this great little place run by a friend's father. And for the movie—"

  "Anything but a rom-com."

  He laughed. "Alright. We'll leave the movie open for now. The Century has twelve to choose from anyway."

  "Should I dress up for your friend's restaurant?"

  "Ah no, it's casual. Jeans and no panties is fine."

  She giggled. "Men."

  "I'm not a big fan of underwear myself."

  Her breath caught. "You?"

  "Commando. All the time."

  "Oh my goodness. Uh…"

  He laughed again. "I'll come in tomorrow and get your address."

  "Alright."

  "See you then."

  "Okay."

  She placed the phone on the nightstand and blushed.

  Rob smiled. "What?"

  "He said he goes commando."

  Her husband chuckled. "Sounds promising."

  She rolled her eyes.

  CHAPTER 11

  Friday night had Cindy feeling tense and she wasn't sure why.

  Rob seemed anxious.

  Maybe it's because I need a good fucking tonight. Tuesday night was their last sex. Good as it had been, it wasn't
enough. She wanted more and she was going to get it tonight if she had to jump Rob's bones and hold him down.

  She was nervous, too, that she didn't really know Ron all that well. She saw him almost every day and he was certainly nice, but she didn't really know the man. It's just a small date. Dinner and movie. Then I'm home getting the daylights fucked out of me by my loving husband. That brought a smile to her face.

  The knock on the door was electrifying.

  Rob turned out the lights in the kitchen and stood in the darkness. He had said he wanted to watch them leave out the kitchen window.

  She answered the door as a deep rumble vibrated through the parking lot.

  The neighbor, Chuck, was pulling in on his Harley.

  Great. I can't hear a thing.

  "You ready?" Ron had to raise his voice.

  She nodded vigorously and pulled the door shut behind her. Let's get out of here.

  The rumble stopped and the big neighbor got off his Harley. He gave her an odd look and looked at Ron. The neighbor wasn't a giant or anything, but he had muscles and moved his Harley around between his legs like it was a ten-speed. His hair was pulled back in a very short, black ponytail.

  Ron nodded at him as he unlocked his car.

  Cindy grimaced in what she thought might be a passing smile.

  Chuck wasn't a bad neighbor, except noisy. He owned the Walter's Harley Davidson Dealership out on Highway Two. He was divorced and lived alone.

  She shut the door to Ron's car and sighed heavily.

  Ron got in. "What's with the biker?"

  "Him? Nothing. That's Chuck Walter."

  He raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah? The same guy on TV?"

  He actually wasn't on TV, but his dealership was. "Yes."

  "What's he doing living in a condo? No offense to you, but, isn't he rich?"

  "Nasty divorce, I hear."

  He nodded slow as if understanding. "That's why I won't get married."

  "Well, when you find the right one…"

  "I had a girl on and off over the years. She keeps leaving though. Why bother?"

  "Rob is wonderful; I can't imagine living without him."

  They were driving.

  He looked over at her curiously. "You sure he's okay with this?"

  "Oh yeah. As long as you treat me alright."

  He quirked an odd smile and nodded once.

  The restaurant was a quaint little place with vines hanging everywhere. The smell of pasta sauce and cheese permeated the entire building. It looked busy.

  She shook her head. "I never really noticed this."

  "That's Gino there. From Italy. His son worked with me for a while." He waved at the jolly looking man.

  Gino smiled large and waved back. He was wearing an apron with tomato smears on it. He came over, wiping his hands and then held out his arms. "Ronno-boy. Good to see you."

  They didn't hug – it was more of an inclusive gesture.

  "Gino."

  The Italian turned to Cindy. "Ah, che bella." He winked at Ron. Then he motioned towards the back.

  They were seated in a very private booth with a single candle.

  She looked around. I wish there was more light.

  Dinner was superb and Ron didn't put any moves on her. By the time it was over, she was laughing and relaxed.

  "What happened to his son?"

  "Joined the Air Force. But I keep coming. It's good food."

  "Sure was. I'll have to tell Rob about this."

  He checked his watch. "The next four movies start in fifteen minutes. After that, it's an hour wait."

  She raised her eyebrows. "Oh, we better go then."

  He paid the bill and Gino handed her a violet.

  She giggled and stuck it in her hair over her ear.

  Gino shook his head and put fingers to lips, kissing them.

  Ron said, "Say Hello to Lucia for me." They left the restaurant.

  She decided to return there with Robert. What a nice place.

  Tickets were bought and they entered the theater just as the previews were ending. He pulled her to the very back, up against the wall. Not many people were in this one. More people wanted to see the rom-com and not the suspense thriller.

  They settled in and Ron immediately turned to her. "Thanks for coming with me tonight."

  "Is… it hard for you to find dates?" I hope that didn't sound wrong.

  His teeth flashed in the dark as the opening credits began showing. "Nah, but I've had my eye on you for years."

  "Years?" The idea floored her.

  "Remember when you dressed for Halloween four years ago?"

  "Yeah, that was the last time I did it."

  "The little witch's outfit. You looked adorable."

  She didn't know what to say. "Thanks…"

  "I think I fell in love with you then."

  Love? What? Are you serious? "Uh…"

  "I never wanted to make a move. You never seemed like you noticed me."

  She hadn't, really. Not that way. What do I say? "Oh, well… sometimes you have to let go and speak your mind." Did that sound corny? Shit.

  "Well, we're here now. I'm happy."

  She faced the screen, uncertainty once again in her. He had liked her for that long? Me? Me? She found herself trembling. I wonder if Rob will like to hear that?

  It was only fifteen minutes or so into the movie when he took her hand.

  I guess hand-holding is okay. But if he doesn't kiss me or something, Rob will be all pouty.

  He stroked her hand for about thirty seconds and then moved it.

  She felt skin. Is that his other hand? What's he—Ohmigod. He was placing her hand around his erection. Her hand froze in place around his shaft. I'm touching another man's cock! She felt her palm go instantly sweaty.

  Her mouth was hanging open, but she refused to look at him. What do I do?

  His hands covered hers and gently moved her hand up and down. Then he let go.

  I can't just take my hand away, can I? She gave the shaft a very gentle squeeze. Wow, it feels nice. Instantly, her mind was playing the gif she liked. Fist around cock, sliding up and down. She began moving her hand, feeling the heat of his shaft mirrored in the heat blossoming in her pussy.

  He scooted down a little and his shaft poked up higher.

  She began to breathe fast, her mouth open. His cock felt really nice in her hand. She stroked him up and down, feeling it like the gif-man felt his own cock. She realized then that all her fears and inhibitions had fled. This wasn't so bad. In fact, it felt really good. She stroked him like she stroked Rob.

  He gave a quiet moan and shivers went up her spine at the power of her hand on his cock. She was pleasuring him and it felt good. He had a nice shape and it might have been slightly longer than her husband's.

  His skin was smooth in her hand and he moved his hips slightly, fucking her hand as she stroked. Oh, this is nice. I can't wait to tell my husband. He's going to flip.

  And knowing he would like it melted away her last reservations. She smiled to herself in the dark as she stroked this man's shaft. His cock was hard. For her. She felt more of that weird sensation of power, then. It felt good.

  She felt a drop ooze out of his head. She squeezed a little and got more out, rubbing it around and coating his head. Then she gripped him again and stroked.

  He sighed happily and with lust. His chuckle was low and quiet. "You do that so well."

  More pre-cum oozed from his head and she glanced over. Her heart beat a little faster, but before she could try convincing herself not to, she bent over and placed her mouth down on his erection. She did it fast, not trusting herself to back out if she thought about it too long.

  He had a light taste and his skin was hot with lust. He gasped and touched her head lightly. His hips bucked up with a mind of their own and pushed his shaft up into her mouth. She opened wide for him, slowly moving her tongue around the head and top half of the shaft.

  He gasped again. "Oh… C
in."

  She moved her head up and down in the darkness of the theater, sucking his cock while her husband waited at home.

  Her previous worries were gone. Why had she been so uptight? Used to being married? Building a life of tradition that didn't include any kind of sensual lust? Isn't this what her husband wanted?

  She sucked harder. She knew Rob did. She knew he would burst to hear this. Was it so bad she was giving him what he wanted?

  The burst of Ron's orgasm caught her off-guard. Cum oozed out of her mouth, though she tried to swallow it all. She slurped and licked, then pulled off. She licked her lips and wiped the drool-cum from her mouth.

  Ron was laughing quietly, wiping his brow. His whisper was for her. "Wow, that was awesome, thanks. Do you want me to…"

  She shook her head. "Um, it was fun, but I'm not taking off my pants in a movie theater. Us girls don't have flies that make it easy to whip things out." She looked around. No one had noticed.

  "Alright, but I would."

  She patted his arm.

  CHAPTER 12

  Cindy walked in alone. Ron had dropped her off and watched from the car.

  Rob poked his head around the hallway. Seeing her alone, he gave her a smile. "Well, how'd it go?"

  She looked at him with lusting eyes. "Hmm. The restaurant? Nothing." She walked over towards him and placed one hand on a hip. "The movie was a different story."

  His eyes sparkled. "Tell me."

  She crooked a finger. "You're going to want to be in the bedroom, lover."

  He growled and took her arm, leading her to their bed. He began undressing.

  So did she.

  His eyes roamed hungrily up and down her small form.

  She saw it in his eyes and it was all worth it. She took deep breaths, knowing her pussy was going to get good and fucked. It needed it. She climbed into bed.

  He was already half hard and it looked like he had been stroking it.

  "Been playing while I was gone?"

  "Couldn't help it."

  "Mmm, that's so sexy. But get your hand on it and stroke while I tell you."

  He laughed. He grabbed it and began stroking. "Did he kiss you?"