So lets start off with a few things. I have been married for a long time. I love him dearly. He's the father of my children. But in the last few years, he and I have had an agreement.
But let me back things up a little bit earlier to give you a little context. Before I got married, all those many moons ago, I was a very naughty girl. How I graduated college and managed to get into grad school is still beyond me. I certainly was busy doing things, guys, girls... substances... instead of studying and assignments. One day I might be persuaded to tell what I can remember of the weekend I took my test for grad school.
Grad school was only slightly different. I tried to be good for the first semester. But that promise fell apart at the party after finals for first semester.
It wasn't until I met my husband, who is older, at work that stuff started to change. He knew I was wild, but didn't know how wild. I was that girl who was professional at work, but as soon as it was quitting time, she was at the bars and clubs ready for a good time. There were more than a few times I picked up my dry cleaning on the way to work so that I wouldn't look like I was just coming in from a one night stand. Even if that was the case.
But then I met him. And a few months later we started to go out. I still got to be the wild girl, but he has this very calming thing that made me not want to be out till dawn every night. Hell... the only thing I really hid from him before marriage was smoking (since I got to the point where I'd only do it when others had cigarettes.) More on that later.
So we have two teenage kids. And then the incident happened. I'm not going to talk about that. You don't need to know. Let's just say it changed some of what he could do. What we could do. But it allowed me to find out some fantasies he'd been hiding.
One of them was to see me with other men and women. Alright, I'd known he wanted to see me with another woman for a while. Actually, he had. That's another story for another time. So anyways, because it had been so long with dealing with the problem, and he could see how it was affecting me, we came up with our little solution.
I get to go out and have other lovers, as long as he gets to know about it. He gets to have something in return. If I violate the agreement, depending on how bad it is, I have to pay a forfeit. I love that term. I hadn't heard it used like that till he came up with it.
Well... right now we are trying to decide the forfeit.
Why? Well... Tuesday night I went out after work with some of the people. Since I'm more senior, and have the card, I picked up the tab. With the kids off doing there stuff, the hubby safe at home, I figured it was ok to stay out late, so I was the last one to leave. Why not? The firm was picking up the tab right?
We were at a bar that I didn't know that well. It's near work, but usually after work drinks happen at one of a couple of other places. This time the group chose. So the youngins from work had moved on to home or other places. I did my best to ignore the ones who were clearly pairing off for some recreational activities that the higher ups (which somehow includes me) would disapprove of if they knew. Anyways, I was working on my third drink of the night (rum and diet).
Now, all night, the bartender had been flirting with me. I, as I am want to do, flirted back. (Even before the problem started, I was a huge flirt. Hubby liked it. And I liked it!) Mid-20's, confident, well built Black man.
One of my weaknesses.
And he came over to close out the tab because he was getting ready to leave. And to flirt. Which lead to shots. And then a bet. Did I mention he was built? That he was confident? Yeah. Then there was the bet over the year of the song's release that was being played. If I won, no tip for him. If he won, it was a body shot.
I lost.
But he said that he couldn't do the body shot at work. But that if I went with him to another bar down the block....
I knew it was a line. But G-d I needed an excuse. I jsut wanted him. So I said "sure". I wasn't that drunk, but I certainly wasn't sober, but I used it as an excuse to lean against him as we walked down the street. What I felt through his clothes made me not care that I was breaking our rule.
We did the shot. I aksed him if he wanted to go somewhere. He got me to his car and we fucked there.
I haven't fucked in a car in years. And I sorta, maybe forgot to have him put anything on. But G-d the best thing is feeling it in me. Feeling it slosh about after he's cum. Leaking out on my panties and down my thigh when I walked away.
I may have to go back to that bar again. Just to make sure he has my number.
But when I got home, near midnight, was a little rough. I sobered up by then. It was the "talk". Fortunately, my husband knows I love him. And that I didn't lie to him. But he smile and said "you know this means you have to forfeit something to me."
Now we're negotiating the forfeit.
