Two months had nearly passed since Lacey Greer had driven Sean Phillips home from their friendly drink, a seemingly innocuous act that had ended with Lacey in Sean's bed. Lacey had entered the apartment a shy, reserved, married woman, and left the apartment an hour later a guilty, embarrassed married woman, with disheveled hair and another man's hand prints all over her ass.
The months that followed both felt like an eternity, and also like it had just happened the night before. Lacey had a dreamlike recollection of the entire evening, and it hardly seemed real that she would not only have done the things she did, but enjoyed it so much. The first few days had plagued her with guilt and shame, but she quickly grew to accept the night as a one time fling, and something that didn't have to mean anything. She had tried to compartmentalize her betrayal by thinking of the night as making up for lost times. After all, she had been undyingly loyal to Pete since they were 15. One night of sex did not change any of that, and Lacey tried to look at the silver lining that it only reinforced her love for Pete.
When Pete returned from his business trip, Lacey tried to overcompensate with love and affection, and even an increased libido, as if that would make up for her being fucked silly by another man. A few days into his return, Pete had mentioned Sean, which sent a sharp stab of guilt in her stomach.
Lacey quickly dismissed Pete's mention of Sean by saying, "We can set something up in the future. No rush."
Lacey didn't think she could bear to have dinner with both her husband, and the man whose cock she had sucked in his dimly lit apartment. She knew Pete was in no hurry for any type of interaction, so she was confident the matter would stay dead.
As for her friend, Katie, fate had landed her in a relationship quickly after Lacey's night with Sean. Lacey was beyond relieved that she didn't have to contact Sean or play matchmaker with her friend. She saw it as a sign that her night with Sean really was a 1 time mistake, and the universe had made it so she didn't have to contact him again.
Sean had contacted Lacey the morning after their rendezvous, but the conversation was very casual and quick. He asked how she was, and the two politely shared a quick conversation, with no mentions of the incredibly hot sex they had the night before. Lacey inferred that Sean was perhaps a little guilty too. She also assumed her short replies had sent Sean a message, as he hadnt reached out to her again.
So here Lacey was, a few months after her affair, and she was pleased to be moving forward from the illustrious night of debauchery.
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Lacey rubbed her stomach, looking at herself in the mirror. She had always been self conscious about her stomach, but the last few years at the gym had turned her greatest insecurity into one of her favorite attributes. Her skin was still too pale in her mind, but her core was tight and flat. When she first went to the gym, she tried to layer on as many clothes as possible to hide every loose piece of fat, but now she was comfortable showing up in just a sports bra and yoga pants.
Lacey rubbed up her stomach, adjusting her leopard print bra. She smiled at the sight of her chest in the tight, push up bra. She looked hot. Very hot. She did a twirl, checking herself out in her matching leopard print thong and black stockings that led up her smooth legs.
Tonight was special. It was her and Pete's 10th anniversary from when they had their first date. The two had plans for dinner at one of their favorite Italian spots, and Lacey used the occasion to dress up, both outwardly and what she kept on underneath.
She pulled the black dress off the bed and slowly pulled it on. It hugged her body in all the right places, and wouldn't leave much to the imagination for both her husband, and the guys she was sure were going to be checking her out.
"Almost ready?" Pete asked as he walked into the bedroom, adjusting his tie.
Lacey smoothed out the dress as she looked at herself in the standing mirror of their bedroom.
"Wow, babe," Pete said as he walked up to her, kissing her on the forehead. "I assume you don't need me to tell you how amazing you look."
Lacey smiled back and responded, "No, but it's always nice to hear anyways." She kissed her loving husband on the lips and whispered softly. "Plus, you haven't seen what I have underneath for you tonight, stud."
"Very much looking forward to it," Pete responded.
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Lacey snorted awkwardly at Pete's comment. He always knew how to make her laugh and show her a good time when they went out for dinner.
She twirled the pasta around her fork and took a bite, before saying, "This was really nice tonight, just me and you, no work or anything."
"It really was. I'm sorry it's been such a hectic few months at the office. You know there's nothing I'd rather be doing than having dinner with you, right?" Pete said.
"I know, baby, I completely...." Lacey followed up, before stopping in her tracks.
"What is it?" Pete responded to his wife's face.
A few tables had cleared in the restaurant, and Lacey was now looking at Sean Phillips with what she assumed was a date.
"Um. Nothing. Just I think that's Sean?" she said awkwardly, unsure of the etiquette here.
"Sean Phillips?" Pete quickly turned his head, which drew attention to the table.
Sean made eye contact with the couple and had the same look of surprise on his face that Lacey did. Lacey's heart was beating out of her chest, unsure if she could get out of this situation unscathed and unbothered.
She watched Sean lean over to his date, who looked like she could be a supermodel, and whisper something into her ear before standing up.
"Oh I guess he's coming over to say hi," Pete said.
Lacey felt a pit in her stomach as Sean approached the table.
"Hey Lacey," Sean said, full of confidence.
"Hey Sean," Lace followed up, awkwardly.
"You must be, Pete," Sean quickly turned the focus to her husband.
"Not sure if you remember me," he followed up, extending his hand.
An image flashed in Lacey's mind. That hand extended to her husband, slapping her bent over ass as sweat dripped down her body. She moaned loudly for Sean to fuck her like a slut.
Pete stood up, cordially and returned to handshake, "It's great to see you again, Sean."
Lacey could tell Pete was lying, but appreciated him playing nice.
"Just thought I'd come over and say hello. You guys celebrating something special tonight?" Sean said.
"Yeah, it's actually the anniversary of our first date," Pete started and trailed off.
Sean's eyes glanced back to Lacey, her low cut dress showing enough cleavage.
An image popped in his mind. Lacey on her knees in front of him, rubbing her huge tits around his cock before he exploded on her.
"How about you?" Pete finished his sentence.
"Just a Friday night date," Sean motioned over to the girl at the table. "That's Samantha. We've been dating for about a month now and wanted to get dressed up and hit the town. Your wife had suggested this place previously."
Lacey recalled suggesting during their drink a few months ago. Little did she know at the time of her suggestion, she would be getting fucked doggy style by the man a few hours later.
