Husband Encourages Wife Ch. 02

Darius started to laugh too. "Hey, I worked hard to come up with that!"

"Well, I think you better go back and start all over," Jen said, still laughing. "And it's horrible to use 9-11 to try to pick up girls."

Darius held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, you win, I have been properly chastised." Then he offered his hand to her. "So, do married girls dance?"

Jen considered for a moment. Tina was no where to be found. And Darius seemed nice enough. She took his hand, making a snap decision. "Sure, why not?"

Darius was a good dancer. His movements were slow and smooth, yet perfectly paced with the music. Jen couldn't believe a man as big as him could dance so well. He was well over 6 feet, and broad shouldered. She felt tiny next to him. As he moved to the music, Jen could see the muscles of his chest and arms rippling under his black turtleneck. His broad shoulders narrowed to a lean waist, and from what Jen could tell, Darius filled out his jeans really well.

Darius danced close to her, with barely any space between them. But he never touched her, never even brushed against her. Somehow, this close but non-contact, for song after song, was more of a turn on than if he was grinding his body against hers. She could feel herself get wet between her legs.

Eventually, the fast songs changed into a slow song. She expected Darius to pull her into an embrace, but he didn't. Instead, he stood there, so close to her but not touching her, looking at her with his intense black eyes, waiting for her to make a move. With a force of will, Jen stepped away. "Ah, well, thanks for the dance. I guess I'll go try to find my friend."

Jen walked through the crowd looking for Tina, feeling a mix of disappointment and relief. She was aroused. Her nipples were hard, and she was soaking between her legs. For the first time since she started talking to Darius, she thought of Michael at home. He'd probably be disappointed that Darius didn't pull her into his arms and dance a slow dance.

She was getting frustrated looking for Tina. Where was she? Jen walked into a secluded, darken part of the club, far away from the lights of the dance floor, when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and there was Darius, standing just inches from her. "Oh, hi ---"

Darius took her into his arms and kissed her. Jen tried to pull away but he held her firm, his tongue pushing between her lips and exploring her mouth. His kisses were so different than Michael, who even after 10 years of marriage still kissed her softly, almost tentatively. Darius kissed her roughly, with an urgency, like kissing her was the most important thing in his life, like he wanted to own her.

Darius reached between them and cupped her breast. Even through her bra and blouse he found her hard nipple, and he roughly rubbed it with his thumb as he continued to kiss her. Jen again tried to pull away, but Darius held her firm. With his other hand at her back, he pulled her into him. His crotch was pressed tightly against her stomach, and he felt huge.

Eventually Jen stopped struggling. Her body couldn't resist what he was doing to her. Jen wrapped her arms around Darius's neck and began kissing him back, swirling her tongue around his. Jen felt terrible for returning Darius's kisses, but she told herself that Michael wanted her to do this.

Then Jen felt Darius pull up her skirt. "No," Jen protested.

"It's okay," Darius said. "There are rooms in the back. We can go to one."

Suddenly, Jen knew where Tina was. And she knew she wasn't ready to take that step, not now, maybe not ever. "Please stop," Jen said, pushing Darius away with both hands.

Darius let her go. They stood in the near darkness, inches from each other, both panting. Jen pulled down her skirt. "I've got to go," she said.

Darius grabbed her arm. "I'll call you."

Jen pulled her arm away and again showed him her left hand. "Married, remember?" Then Jen hurried away, and caught a cab home.