Alice and Martin arrived at their hotel after a demanding day with the client. The meeting did not go as well as Martin had expected, there were more issues than they were let on, but he was sure they could wrap it up by Wednesday afternoon as planned. In contrast, Daniel arrived home from work after a mostly easy day to the waiting arms of Lucy, who was only wearing a pair of black pumps, stockings with suspenders besides an apron. She kissed him passionately, told him dinner would be served in half an hour and walked towards the kitchen. She looked back over her shoulder from the door with a lecherous smile, seeing Daniel watching her with a gaping mouth as she disappeared from his view. She often worked from home, and that made it possible for her to be there when Daniel left for work and arrived home.
"Don't change or shower, my sexy boy," she said, her head reappearing in the doorway. "I love your musky smell after a day in the office. Intoxicating."
"Huh!"
"Just wait until I call you."
"Sure," he said, dumbfounded by her revelation.
He walked into the living room, turned the news on, but kept thinking of what Lucy had said. He prided himself on being a metrosexual man, never imagining someone would tell him after a long day in the office that he smelt good. He decided against his nature and followed Lucy's wish. True to her words, Lucy called him to a delicious pot of stew. She sat at the table, wearing a summer dress, with her makeup touched up, waiting for Daniel.
"You are beautiful, Mummy," he said, seeing her.
"Thank you. Come and tell me about your day."
"Sure," he said, kissing her on the lips before sitting down opposite her.
After the meal, she suggested that they go for a walk in the balmy night, and when Daniel agreed, she slipped on a pair of flats. Walking beside him, her arm hooked in his, she felt 20 years younger, happy and excited, yet content beside her love. They did not notice that some people looked at them oddly, as they were too engrossed with each other. Passing an alleyway, Daniel steered her in, pushed her up against the brick wall, and held her against it by her throat. She had never seen him looking at her like he did at that moment; his eyes were on fire, intensely focused on hers. She was shocked by his behaviour and, even more so, surprised by feeling her pussy gush, soaking her panties. He kissed her forcefully on her lips, muffling her protest while devouring her mouth and taking her breath away. She loved in what manner he forced her, loved how he took charge, and the way that made her feel. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and they pashed for long minutes, not caring for the world. If he had ripped her clothes off then and there, she would not have protested.
"How about some ice cream?" Daniel casually asked, not waiting for her reply, pulling her behind him out of the alley towards his favourite ice cream parlour.
"Sure!" She giggled, glad she was wearing flats.
They sat on a park bench under a dim streetlight, Daniel's arm around her shoulder, and in silence, they licked their ice creams, feeling more at home in each other's company than they did with their spouses. They were aware of their feelings, but neither of them wanted to acknowledge them, even to themselves, or voice them. Neither wanted to upset the status quo but rather make the most of their time together. The way they looked at each other, the way they behaved towards one another made it obvious to a casual observer that they were a couple in deep love.
"You make me feel so good, Daniel," Lucy said, finishing her ice cream.
"I feel the same, Lucy."
She slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him gently. Their lips melted against each others, and they pashed like young lovers do. They felt young, especially Lucy, who had not had such a time like this in decades, and their carefree moments together were intoxicating. They did hear the occasional words of people walking by and even someone mentioning "hotel".
"Take me home, Daniel," Lucy whispered.
At about the same time, a thousand kilometres away, Alice nervously walked towards the rooftop bar on her gold stiletto mules, wearing a black topless dress only held together by three gold rings on each side of her torso. It was obvious to anyone who looked at the sexy woman that she had nothing under her outfit. The dress was short, too short even when wearing panties, but now indecent exposure was on the cards if she made the wrong move, and on those 14 centimetre high stiletto mules, that was quite possible. On their arrival at the hotel from the client, Martin gave her another shopping bag and told her to wear only what was in the bag. Seeing its content, she was nervous, she never dressed so exposed or so provocative, but she was willing to dress for her teddy bear any way he wanted her. She decided to look slutty, applying bright red lipstick on her lips, a mixture of strong black and bold colours around her eyes and blush on her cheeks.
Entering the venue, she saw Martin sitting at the bar and "Oh shit!" She exclaimed, seeing the familiar face sitting next to him. "What does he want? Why is he talking to Martin?" She pondered as she walked towards the two men, her heart beating fast in her chest. She had thought of Jack coming up in the elevator and hoped she would not have to face him. His arrogance infuriated her, and she wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but at the same time, for an inexplicable reason, her pussy tingled, thinking of him. Martin noticed her approaching and, sliding off his stool, faced her while eyeing her up. Jack, seeing Martin looking at something or someone, turned his head, and spotting Alice, a big smile appeared on his face.
"Hello, baby girl," Martin greeted her when she kissed his cheek. "You look stunning."
"Thank you, Martin."
"Daddy, we are not at work."
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, glancing towards Jack while her cheeks turned even rosier. She had never called Martin Daddy in front of anybody, and now he told her to do so.
"Jack came over to apologise for his behaviour last night. Is that right, Jack?"
"Yes, Sir. I was way out of line. It was a long, stressful day at the conference, and well, the few drinks I had did not help either, but all that still did not justify my behaviour, so I sincerely apologise to you, Alice, for my unacceptable conduct," Jack said, sliding off his highchair.
"It's okay, we all make mistakes," Alice nervously said.
"Here, take my seat," Jack motioned to Alice, stepping aside.
"Jack, would you help me up on the chair?" Alice asked, half smiling at him.
"Sure," he said, turning towards her while helping her slide onto the seat without any indecent exposure.
"I better let you guys enjoy your evenings. I have already taken up enough of your time. Once again, I apologise, Alice," Jack said, turning away from them, hoping they would stop him.
"Jack," he heard Martin say. "Would you like to finish your drink with us?"
"That would keep me out of trouble for a while for sure, but I don't want to intrude any more than I've already had," he said, feeling relieved his gamble had paid off.
