You can read this story independently, but it will make a lot more sense if you read Chapter 1. I meant the story to be only one chapter, but I got carried away and had to split it into Dave's and Raylene's accounts. If people like it, I may write a third chapter.
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I first saw Dave at my girlfriend Diane's party. I was twenty-eight and still a virgin. That night, he didn't even know that I existed. I watched him navigate the floor, chatting with every girl in the place, and many of them were keen to make his acquaintance. But near midnight, when I was plucking up the courage to join a circle at which he was the main attraction, the husband of another woman took umbrage with Dave about him sleeping with his wife. An outraged Dave took the guy outside, and I slipped through the guests to the ranch slider to listen to what was said.
It was a very brief argument. Dave told the guy he wouldn't fight him and hadn't slept with his wife. He said he didn't mess with other men's wives and would leave so they did not mess up Diane's party. And so, much to my dismay, he walked down the drive and disappeared into the night. I returned inside and asked Diane about him, as I was intrigued by the man. She said he was nice but had a terrible reputation for chasing the ladies.
I was very sceptical of any man's intentions in those days. Being attractive, I got hit on all the time. And in my teens, I saw my brothers and their mates lying, cheating and manipulating girls so they could get into their pants. I knew all their tricks and how to counter them, which was a good part of why I was still a virgin at the tender age of twenty-eight. But that night, Dave had not played any of those games with the women hanging around him and seemed quite content to just talk with anyone and enjoy himself.
I saw him again at another function a few months later, and I managed to catch his eye this time. He asked me out, and we were married a year later. Even though all my girlfriends had warned me about Dave, saying he had had many conquests and would never settle down.
Nevertheless, we had a great marriage, hardly ever argued, and did most things together. Dave never talked of his past, and I never pushed him to tell. But from time to time, I did hear his friends jibing him about past conquests. So, I was under no illusions about what he had gotten up to before we married.
Dave gave me little cause ever to distrust him. But my scepticism of males and their intentions never left me. And as Dave's work started taking him away on odd nights, I had some lonely, insecure nights where I imagined the worst. I tried to keep my insecurities to myself, and when they did surface, Dave was always straightforward with me and put my mind to rest. He often told me I had no cause to worry; he was mine and would never stray.
On the night I write about, Dave and I met up with a couple of my old netball friends at a pub in central Auckland. I was horny that night and decided I wanted to dress up. But my wardrobe mainly consisted of loose-fitting, conservative outfits, as can happen to a woman after a few years of marriage. The best I could find was a white top that, if I left a button undone, would show some cleavage and a form-fitting, shortish blue skirt that I had hardly worn as I feared it got me too much attention.
In the early years of our marriage, I would have gone out with no knickers if Dave had insisted. But being nearly forty, I was a little past that, so I decided on his second favourite fantasy, thigh-high net stockings and the skimpiest panties I owned. The look would have been set off perfectly by my highest-healed shoes, but I chose comfortable, low-healed shoes as I wanted to dance.
I purposely waited until he was in the bedroom with me before I pulled on the stockings and sexy lace lingerie. It made me even hornier seeing the yearning in his eyes at the prospect of what the night might bring. And it took a lot of willpower on both our parts for us to leave for the pub on time.
We had only been at the pub for fifteen minutes when Allison's husband got a call from their babysitter that their son was not well. The six of them decided to leave as they had all travelled into town in the brother-in-law's van. Dave and I decided to stay, as we figured if it were as serious as it sounded, we would only be in the way. Also, the prospect of getting home early and diving into the sack may have influenced our decision.
I love dancing. Dave used to, but getting him on the dance floor in recent years has been more challenging. But I was determined to dance his feet off that evening.
Moments after our friends left, two guys came over and asked if they could share our table. As it turned out, Dave knew one of them. And we were soon joined by three more of their friends. Hugh was handsome and engaging, and he was instantly at ease with Dave and me and soon had us smiling at his stories about their old rugby days.
While Dave reminisced with Hugh, his friend Owen asked me to dance. Naturally, I jumped at the opportunity, as Dave had turned me down already.
Owen was a good dancer and entertained me with his jokes and stories. He was very attentive and had me constantly blushing. I had regretted not getting more sexual experience before Dave and I were married, and I sometimes fantasised about what it would be like to have another man. And so I did not as I would have usually to Owen's flirtatious, indecent comments. Instead, I found them exciting and wickedly arousing.
With Dave watching over me, I felt safe letting this younger, handsome man flirt and tease me. But when we returned to our table, I asked one of the other young men to dance so that Owen wouldn't think I was an easy score. And, for the next half hour, I enjoyed dancing with all the young guys at our table. Being young and horny, they all flirted with me, accidentally brushing their hands over my breasts and bottom. I found it easy to ward off their advances, and on this particular night, I found their attentions flattering. On any other night, I knew I would have taken offence. I do not understand why this night was different. But I did not dwell on the issue; I was having too much fun.
The last guy I danced with was Hugh. To my disappointment, he was almost fatherly with me, telling me to be careful with his friends as they were a bunch of lotharios. He was handsome, and although I knew I shouldn't be, I was disappointed he did not flirt and touch me like the others.
After the break, Owen moved in before the others had a chance and whisked me away to dance again. Seeing what his mates had gotten away with, he was even more forward this time. I had a lot more trouble avoiding his wandering hands, and even though I was enjoying the attention, I was conscious about Dave seeing us and getting angry, as he could be pretty possessive at times.
When we returned to the table, Dave's phone rang, and he said it was work security and he had to go and reset the alarm. He said he wouldn't be long and asked Hugh to look after me. So I grabbed the least handsy of the young guys and headed back to the dance floor.
I spent the next bracket of songs dancing with everyone except Owen. I did not trust myself with him, especially with Dave being absent. I knew I could keep him at bay, but I wasn't sure I wanted to. I found him very attractive and had enjoyed his amorous advances far too much.
But as the band started playing again, Owen had me walk with him to the dance floor before anyone else could ask me. He was much more forward now, hand on my bum as we danced, his finger rubbing in the crack of my arse, and even brushing his hands over my hardened nipples. My erogenous zones were becoming acutely sensitive, and I was constantly having to push his hands aside.
Finally, I had to speak, "Owen! Behave yourself. I'm a happily married woman, and although it's very flattering that you're interested in me, I'm unavailable. If it's sex you're after, I'm sure there're women here who would like you to take them home."
"I'm not interested in other women. It's not sex I'm after. I want to hold you close, dance and laugh with you. I think you are a very sensual woman. You excite and interest me. I want to get to know you better. Besides, why would your husband leave you alone on purpose if he did not expect us all to make a play for you?"
These compliments I had heard many times before, but coming from Owen, they seemed more believable, and my body warmed, and my face reddened in response to his praises. But then I hesitated; had I heard correctly, Dave had left purposefully.
