While She Was Away

This is a first for me, a story written on Spec at the request of a fellow Litizen. To my knowledge, none of this ever happen! Thanks to my Beta Reader, the anonymous "Ms. Perfection", and the always helpful Apple_of_Eden for her excellent editorial work! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did crafting it.

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The sun was kissing the western horizon on Sunday evening when Anita pulled into the driveway of her picture perfect suburban home. David, her husband, had insisted that she take a long weekend, a little vacation from "Hey Mom, Hey Mom." A trip to Chicago so that Anita could spend a long weekend with old friends she rarely got to see anymore. He was thoughtful that way; he treasured her, treated her like a precious jewel. Anita had realized that there was nothing she would deny him, nothing he could ask for that she wouldn't give him; he was the missing half of her and making him happy made her happy.

Her three kids had hurried out to meet her, the smallest running to her the fastest. She'd missed him terribly, more than she realized until she scooped him up in her arms. A good mom, she took the long, precious minutes with each of her three children that the moment required; hugging them, holding them close, kissing their noses, telling each how much she'd missed them. When she insisted that the youngest, her little man, had grown a foot taller in just four days, he beamed and nodded in agreement. He was a big boy now.

Despite the love and affection her children showered on her, it was her husband, her beloved David, that she longed to hold, to touch, to share scandalous whispers with. As soon as the children had been settled in to the routine of mom at home, she spirited David upstairs to the secluded sanctum of their bedroom. She'd had butterflies in her stomach since she'd boarded the flight out of Midway earlier in the day; she was anxious to see him, to share his bed again. Anita had missed him the entire time she was gone. She was anxious to show him the surprise she'd brought back with her. When she closed the bedroom door behind them her hands were shaking and her breath was coming to her in stuttered efforts.

"What's this big surprise you mentioned?" David's need for her was clear in his eyes as he slipped his arms around his wife's waist and drew her close to him. After all of their years together, they were still a pair of teenagers when they were alone line this. Each time he held her it was like the first. When they were in each other's arms, in the quiet of their own bedroom, they were the happiest. They had no failed expectations with each other, only promises kept.

He felt so good next to her, his strength, his warmth; the way their bodies just knew without thought or effort how to be together. She pressed herself against him, her hand on his jaw line, her eyes drawn to his. When he kissed her she felt her mind wash away and she almost lost track of her plan; of her gift to this wonderful man who had given her a life she loved dearly.

"Wait," she cooed, breaking their kiss and stepping back from his embrace, "have a seat on the bed and I'll show you."

David's face twisted into a mask of puzzlement as he clearly tried to discern what his wife was up to. The years had given him the chance to learn the ins and outs of her moods and he could usually read her expression, her thoughts even before she shared them. He couldn't read her now. He had no idea what she had up her sleeve. Clearly, whatever it was, she found it a turn on.

"On the bed with you." She chastised him playfully. Anita placed her hands on his chest, gave him a suggestive look and shoving him, she pushed him backward until his legs hit the bed.

"Alright already," he sat down on the side of the bed.

"And take your shoes off," she regretted the breach in the mood she wanted to sit as soon as she spoke, but he would understand. He always did. He was her best friend. He knew her inside and out. David had accepted her as she was since the first time they'd meet.

As David slipped onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard, he watched as his wife placed her purse on the dresser and searched its contents quickly. Bent slightly at the waist her yellow, flower print skirt was skirt was stretched enticingly across the rounded swell of her ass.

"New skirt?" David asked, watching her as she busied herself with whatever she was up to.

"You're looking at my ass again, aren't you?" Anita wiggled her ass enticingly in his direction as she laughed sexily.

"Guilty." David continued to examine his beautiful wife's ass as she teasingly swished it from side to side making leading his mind down the path to all sorts of naughty thoughts. He couldn't stop the pictures that were flashing through his mind. Hell, he really didn't want to.

He had never been able to focus on anything but her, not since they'd met; if they were alone he was instantly drawn to thoughts of how he could get her naked and spread beneath him. He had good reason, she was as beautiful to him after all the years as the first day he'd set eyes on her. On the tall side for a woman with reddish blonde hair and deep blue eyes, she was beautiful by anyone's measure. He was a lucky man; an admission he'd made to more than a few people over the years, Anita included.

She had a pleasant smile, a smooth, charming face and a cute little nose that he had kissed on their first date. For a mother of three on the upside of forty her figure was fabulous: pleasingly slender, hips that flared tantalizingly and 38D breasts... He'd always had a hard time keeping his hands off them. Touching her breasts, letting his finger tips explore the swell of them, not only pleased him, it drove Anita crazy when he did. Squeezing, kneading, and suckling her breasts was a sure way to draw out the sexy, deep guttural, lust stoked noises that he loved so much for her to make.

"Need some help?" He cleared his throat to hide the lust that was almost audible as he asked. He continued to think about her breasts and ass as he watched her trying to connect some dongle or another into an open port on the side of the TV.

"Patience, lover," she cooed again; the device slipped easily in place and she stepped back, turning her attention to her phone.

Anita knelt on the bed, gracefully settling in beside him. Her knees tucked under her, her weight mostly on David's shoulder as she leaned into him enticingly. Running her hand through his hair, she offered him the phone. Kissing his cheek, she could only imagine what was to come as David reached for the phone.

There was a video clip of some sort open on the phone and ready to play. David cocked an eyebrow, "What's this?"

"Push play and find out." Whispering into David's ear, nipping on his lobe, kissing him lovingly behind his ear, Anita begins to tease him. Dropping her hand naturally into his lap, she traces the outline of his cock. With practiced familiarity she slowly strokes him as he asks his next question.

David gave her a curious, excited look; his voice broke when he finally asked, "Did you?"

"Push play... and find out." Anita smiled playfully, giving his cock a squeeze through his chinos.

***

The knock on the door of the hotel room was early. Karen wasn't supposed to pick her up for another half hour and Anita was a little annoyed at the apparent rush in the timing. This was her "watchless weekend", her chance to just unwind. Sure, she wanted to make the most of it, but there was no need to feel rushed either. She screwed on her most perfect smile and went to the door.

"Hey, 'Nita," Karen beamed as she swept into the room. "Sorry I'm early but Michael came back from the golf course early and took the kids off my hands, so I got out of there."

Karen hadn't always been so 'larger than life'; as she aged though, she'd come into her own, confident, ready for anything. Anita missed her all the more for it. Anita couldn't help but envy the confidence her friend exuded. Slender with perky B cup tits that denied the fact that she'd had three kids of her own. Karen had a mane of curly brown hair that had always struck Anita as "wash and wear", as ready to go and eager to face the world as Karen herself. She was wearing a tiny blue dress that held her tight and left nothing to the imagination and two inch heels that laced up around her calf and tied behind her knee.

"I'll be a few minutes," Anita said, as she slipped into the bathroom and hid her annoyance behind the minimal effort needed to slip one of her favorite diamond studs into her ear.

"We are going to paint the town tonight." Anita heard Karen call from the main part of the suite.

"I could use that," Anita replied, inspecting her favorite silver dress while it was still on the hanger. "Who are these people we're meeting again?"

"A few folks from work, mostly bored housewives. There is one person who promises to make the evening a little more fun for us. An intern from work who knows the club owner." There was a conspiratorial lilt to Karen's voice.

Anita was straightening her dress, smoothing it over her beautifully rounded hips as she stepped out of the bathroom, "Karen? What are you up to?"

"Showing you a wild night, nothing more!" Karen held her hand up as if swearing into the witness stand. "That what you're wearing?" Karen's question stung; the disapproving look in her eyes drove it home.

"What's wrong with it?" Anita looked into the full length mirror.

"Panty lines, darling, panty lines. I can't think of anything less attractive to a woman's ass than bad panty lines. They ruin even the best looking ass." Karen counseled, tracing the lines like a figure skater gliding over the ice.

"I didn't bring anything else," Anita was concerned, considered just not going.

"Just lose the panties, silly. There is no shame in going free style. Men go commando all of the time. Free style is the feminine version of commando." Karen laughed, stating what was, to her, the obvious answer.

"Go clubbing with your friends with no panties?"

"Golly, gee, Nita, All the cool kids are doing it," Karen mocked, pretending she was chewing gum and twirling her finger in her hair. She spoke then lifted the hem of her dress, quickly flashing Anita a glimpse of her well-trimmed bush.

"Fine," Anita capitulated, a slightly dazed smirk on her face and a stunned tone in her voice. She worked her panties down her slender legs and tossed them onto the bed. "Happy?"

"I don't know, turn around." Karen spun Anita around so she could see her ass again. "Much better." She slapped her friend's ass playfully. "Now you'll bring all the boys to the yard! More playmates for me! Yeah! Karen let out a throaty laugh.

Anita couldn't help but join her.

Karen asked, moving to the door. "Now that your ass is line free and properly ventilated, can we go now?"

"Absolutely," Anita answered, slipping into her favorite dancing shoes.

***

A half hour later they swept along the two hundred block of West Ontario Street; two women, mutually emboldened, no longer high school girls trying to score cigarettes and a six pack; but much, much more. They owned the night, this night at least, and they were going to grab it, shake it and make it squeal. The thought of her freedom, of the anonymity, and of so many years so far from her home town put a little extra swish in Anita's hips as she cruised up the sidewalk.

When the ladies arrived at the nameless club, designated only as 225, a line of people were already gathered along the ropes. Karen never broke her stride. She hit the ropes and stormed ahead, like an Amazon queen conquering a new land. Her chin held high, her eyes fixed, she stared down the broad shouldered black man who guarded the hallowed halls beyond the door. He was an intimidating specimen of a man, but she was on a mission and he wasn't going to stop her. The people in the line, twenty something hard bodies every one, grumbled and bitched as they stood toe to toe with the bouncer, who looked at them like so much meat on the hook.

"Can I help you ladies?" he asked, almost dismissively.

Karen whipped a business card from her purse, presenting it to the doorman with a slight flourish, "Guests of the owner." She declared her status.

The bouncer looked the card over, then moved the rope aside, "Go right in, have a wonderful evening." The card disappeared into his jacket pocket as he moved aside.

Karen led the final charge to the front door and into the club beyond. The foyer was nondescript wood panels, quality but not ornate, and black marble floors; it was silent for a club entrance. A podium stood beside a single door.

"Welcome to Sound-bar, ladies." The man welcoming them was tall, lean, and had beautiful caramel colored skin. He had a bald head that shined and he wore a suit with a neat perfectly knotted bow tie. "My name's Christopher and judging by how easily you breezed by Lamar, I'll wager you're the last of Mr. DuPree's guests?"

"Yes, thank you," Karen answered in an elegant tone.

"In that case, please, step this way," Christopher led them away from the door and to a panel in a side wall, a wave of his hand and the panel opened revealing stairs beyond it. "The VIP room is at the top of the stairs, the rest of your party is already inside. Have a fabulous evening."

The sound of techno echoed down the stairs and brief flashes of red and blue lights washed out the stairwell as Christopher ushered them on their way.

"What have you gotten us into?" Anita asked as the secret panel closed behind them and the two women started up the stairs.

"Our intern is a friend of the owner." Karen smiled back at Anita as she led the way up.

At the top of the stairs the room was dimly lit, the throb of a techno beat was louder and it seemed to reverberate in their bones. There was a scattering of tables throughout the private room. A wall length two way mirror separated the room from the club below. The secret room allowed for privacy, but they had a fantastic view of the entire club and dance floor from just behind the D.J's booth. There were maybe thirty people in the room, some at tables, some at the bar, some mingling; other than Karen and Anita, the only other white faces in the room were three women seated at the table furthest from the stairs.

"This way," Karen directed and led Anita back to that table.

"Ladies," Karen drew up to the table, "This is Anita."

"Hello," Anita smiled, looked for some sign of welcome from the table.

"Anita, these are the bitches who work with me." Karen blew a kiss to each as she introduces them. "Marie, accounts receivable."

A petite blonde smiled and wrinkled her nose like a soccer mom on her fifth white Russian.

"Jessica, accounts payable and office slut!" Karen laughed and blew Jessica two kisses.

"Hey!" a busty brunette protested, then shrunk back, "Yeah, guess you're right." She and the other two had a good laugh.

"And Margaret, payroll and benefits," Karen finished.

"Nice to meet you." A pretty redhead stood and offered Anita her hand."Have a seat." She indicated the empty chair close to her.

Anita was moving to take a seat when a low voice drew her attention.

"Ladies, your drinks are served." He was little more than a back lit shadow as he approached the table. His voice alone had at least half of the women at the table wetting their panties. At least the ones that were wearing them that is.

Anita was no exception.

Anita watched as he stepped into the dim light at the table. He was a young man, maybe in his late twenties. He was exquisite with broad shoulders and chestnut skin coloring. His white shirt was the perfect stark contrast to his darker complexion. His chest barely fit into his shirt. He was slim and muscular and oozed a raw sexuality that made Anita's nipples snap to attention. As he placed the drinks on the table his dark slacks held his tight ass in a way she couldn't help but notice; and appreciate.

She felt her face warm and she knew she was blushing from her cheeks to her nipple line as she examined him from head to toe. He was a walking advertisement for sex. She couldn't help but feel the warmth follow her blush as she mentally pictured her own pale skin and what it would look like next to his. She had to shake her head to clear the picture from her mind. God, what a great picture it was. Without conscious thought her eyes dropped to the sizable bulge in his tight slacks.

"This magnificent specimen is our intern Dante." Placing her hand on Dante's shoulder, Karen gave an appreciative squeeze. "Dante, this is my friend Anita."

He turned his attention from his co-workers to Anita, froze for a moment and then offered his hand, "Nice to meet you."

Anita felt her palm grow sweaty as he held her hand, "It's nice to meet you also."

He held her hand longer than seemed necessary. Anita didn't complain. She was enjoying the extra time to look him over. She was also enjoying, what she felt was a little extra attention. His hand was warm and strong as he continued to hold her hand in his. She could picture how his hands would feel on the rest of her body. She could also feel the warmth of her flushed cheeks again. And the first hints of her arousal collecting on her lower lips.

"This is Andre, he's a friend," Dante introduced the twig of a young man that had inserted himself into the space between Marie and Jessica.

"Miss me?" Andre asked them both as he slipped an arm around both of them. He was painfully thin, shorter than Anita and had somehow decided that a Blackhawks jersey over jeans and white dress shoes was a good wardrobe choice. But when he laughed, he was a warm, engaging sort.

Neither woman said a word to acknowledge the younger man, though Jessica's hand dropped below the table and apparently into his lap, if the surprised smile was any indication.

Andre smiled wide, nodding slowly, "They missed me..."

"Can I get you something to drink?" Dante shook his head, mildly appalled by his friends approach.

"Cognac, straight," Andre answered.

"You know what I like." Karen licked her lips suggestively and slid into a chair between Anita and Marie."

"Anita?" Dante looked directly into her eyes and gave a half smile as he waited for her drink request.

"Surprise me," Anita felt herself smile and lean forward, her chin on her hands. She was surprised by that fact that she was actually flirting with this man. She knew she was doing it, but she couldn't stop herself. She also couldn't stop herself from checking him out as he walked away from the table.

"I think we can manage something." Dante returned the smile and then turned to Andre before heading to the bar, "You can get your own drinks!"

The four office mates fell into the easy banter of office gossip. Margaret made repeated efforts to steer the conversation to something of interest to Anita as well until she found a topic that stuck. They chatted their way through a round of drinks. Anita learned the back stories of each: marital bliss, divorce battles, kids in college or the military, kids on football teams or soccer teams.

All in all, it was starting to feel so familiar, and so humdrum. It could have been any other night with her circle of cul-de-sac moms, Except, of course, for Dante, who had taken a seat across from her and never took his eyes off her for long. At some point Jessica and Andre had excused themselves for the dance floor. Anita hadn't noticed.

She watched his hands as he held the long neck Budweiser he was drinking. She couldn't take her eyes off of his thick fingers and tried not to imagine them on her sex, in her... She saw her hands exploring his chest, her lips kissing the broad shoulders, her nails raking down and digging into his arms as she leaned over him. Were her hips actually rocking or was she imagining it.