My Second Chance at Love

A night out

Emma’s POV…

Andrew wants to take me to dinner and then out to the bar. It’s a school night but I’ve already arranged to have tomorrow off. After the s**t about canceling our divorce, I text my boss and am planning to meet with a divorce attorney. He wants to play dirty, I’m going for blood. I unwrap myself from Andrew and think about getting a shower, but decide that if I smell like hard s*x when I run into Rob later, I’m good with it. I step into the bathroom with Andrew hot on my ass, I begin to wipe up and he starts the shower.

“Emma, you wanna shower?”

“No. I wanna smell like you and sweat and s*x all night.”

“Damn baby. That’s hot.”

Good! He’s all for it. I reach over, turn off the shower and hand him a towel. He raises an eyebrow at me and smirks.

“You want Rob to know don’t you?”

“Yeah. I want him to know you bend me over and make me come. I want him to know you make me quiver with your words and I want him to know he’s literally half the man you are, if that.”

He bursts out laughing. He caught my joke. He knows I’m talking about d**k sizes. Yeah, Andrew is huge, but Rob is less than average.

I start redoing my makeup. I go for smoky and sultry. I want it to be so sexy. I take my straightener and use it to curl my hair. The results are pure s*x. My hair looks gorgeous. My makeup is sexy. Now for clothing.

Andrew is downstairs or I wouldn’t get this far. He would have already tackled me on the bed and started pounding me. Not that I would have minded. I took the $40 he put in my cup holder last time and got a few pair of replacement panties. I pull one pair of them out. They’re sheer. Completely sheer. They’re a thong and they’re black. I put on my black push-up bra and begin digging. I have a mini skirt, just one. It’s black and fake leather. I finally find it and pull it on. I zip it up. It covers up nearly a third of my thigh if I stand straight. If I bend, my ass is in danger of showing. I find my black heeled booties and put them on. They look hot but they’re really comfortable. I pull on a black spaghetti strap tank that fits like a second skin, tucking it into my skirt, then put on a sheer red blouse. It’s not loose but not skin tight either. The sleeves are long and loose but the bodice hits right at the top of my skirt. In total I look damn good. I fluff my hair and make my way downstairs.

Andrew is standing at the bottom with one eyebrow raised. He’s shaking his head.

“How many asses do you want me to beat tonight?” He asks.

“None. I want you to verbally destroy one, but I’ll help with that. Then I want you ravage me when we get home. So,” and I twirl for him, “I wanted you to have reason to stay hard all night.”

He groans and grabs the front of his jeans, showing me the evidence that my outfit is working. He’s got a chubby. I smile at him and stroke him through his jeans. He looks massive tonight. He’s wearing dark wash jeans and his work boots. He’s got on a light blue button down shirt that matches his eyes. I almost don’t want to leave. I want to ravage him.

He grabs my hand and my keys. “Emma, I already have your ID from your wallet. Get your phone. We’re taking your car so you aren’t climbing in that indecent skirt.”

I just smile at him. We walk out hand in hand. He opens the passenger door for me and kisses me. When I sit down he slides his hand up my thigh. “Baby I love seeing your fine ass legs in skirts. Too bad you have to work tomorrow or I’d have these legs wrapped around my head all night.”

“I called in. Can we go see a lawyer? I may have to take out a loan.”

“You did? Absolutely. Baby I’m gonna make you scream my name. Promise me you’re gonna dance with me tonight like the night I met you.”

“Oh I’ll dance with you, except this time I won’t stop your hands.” He smiles at that.

He takes up to a steak house and we have the best steak ever. It’s tender and juicy. The flavor is so good I don’t even need any steak sauce. He asks if I want dessert and I inform him they don’t offer what I want here. His eyes dilate and darken. We leave and head to the bar. We start by getting a drink each. I get a whiskey and Coke and he gets a beer. We go to play pool. It has a good view of the front door. We see him when he walks in but he doesn’t see us. He looks nervous and angry. Good. He has every right to be nervous.

He sees us as I’m bent over the table and Andrew is laying over me helping me make a shot. His draping one hand over my arm and has one hand on my waist. If we weren’t clothed, it would look like we were having s*x on the pool table. Rob’s eyes instantly turn to anger. He approaches and yells, “get the f**k off my wife.” Half the heads in the bar turn to look and most turn away when they see Andrew. Andrew stands, grinding his hips into my ass. His hand that was draped over my arm is now resting on my ass and the one that was on my waist is keeping my bent over the table.

Andrew states calmly, “why, you didn’t do anything for her? I believe she’s quite happy here.” Then he grinds very obviously into me again. The few patrons still watching begin to laugh. I lean up onto my elbows forcing the contact to be closer.

“Emma, you look like a w***e,” Rob growls.

“Really?” I gasp in mock horror. “That’s what you’ve told me for years. Maybe I’ve decided to live up to it. Plus if you weren’t attracted to them, why do you keep f**king them. Yeah, I know. I don’t know how many but I know, Rob.”

He just glares at me. “So you know he just f**ks everyone, then?”

“Apparently that’s my type, Rob. That’s what you did, right? At least he knows how though.” I hiss at him. Andrew grabs me and pulls me up. He holds my hips. Still keeping my ass against him.

“Emma, babe, let’s go dance, I’ve got a massive woody and I want to feel you grind on it.” Andrew states rather loudly.

As we walk away, I see him adjust his d**k, not to hide it, but to make it very visible. Rob doesn’t miss it. Rob parks himself on a barstool and proceeds to drink.

We’re dancing to the forth or fifth song. Andrew is grinding shamelessly against me. He’s whispering in my ear the entire time, occasionally nipping. “Emma, if I’m this damn horny for you here, imagine what I’m gonna do to you when I get you home. Damn girl, yeah bounce that ass.” Every now and then he’d purposely graze his hand on my breasts or up the inside of my thighs. The entire time, we had eyes on us though, I just didn’t realize how many pairs.

I see Rob walk to the bathroom and Andrew whispers, “babe I’m fixing to rock his damn world. I’ll be right back. Go get us another drink on tab.”

He steps away and rights my skirt as he does. I walk to the bar as he goes to the bathroom. His ass is so damn fine.