“I don’t know, maybe this will inspire her and Ed might get some tonight,” I related.
Tables in the club weren’t covered with tablecloths like at the restaurant, so Traci’s legs and ass were on display. I know she flashed half the club several times during the evening. Larry’s dad had a smile on his face the whole night, while Larry’s mom looked stricken, at least for a while. She was sitting facing Traci at the table and couldn’t keep her eyes off Traci’s crotch any more than her husband. I knew Traci was both aroused and uncomfortable, so I did my best to keep her occupied by playing with her belly ring, running my hand over the bare skin of her back and sticking my tongue down her throat. Between watching out for Larry’s mom and my attentions, I don’t think she had time to realize that virtually all eyes in the club were on her.
We danced a few songs, then sat back down at the table. Larry’s mom came around the table and sat down on the empty chair next to me.
“Obviously I don’t know the whole story, but your suburban housewife is a seriously sexy older woman,” she said quietly while leaning in next to me. “She’s smart enough to take off her rings, but there’s enough of an indent there to see she’s married. I hope you know what you’re doing, and I hope you’re wearing protection.”
It was exactly what my mom would have said to me. I had to appreciate that she cared enough about me to look out for me.
“Thanks, Mrs. M. I appreciate the concern. I know it might sound strange, but I’ve actually known her most of my life. She lives down the block from my parents. Her husband lets her fool around some.”
Mrs. McNair looked like she was in shock. Then she smiled knowingly.
“Well, good for you, Travis. Good for you, then.”
We exchanged smiles. Then, at her urging, we exchanged seats and she sat down next to Traci. She and Traci then talked like they were old friends for the rest of the time we were at the club, even though she still occasionally appraised Traci’s crotch and tits.
“You are one sexy beast, lady,” Marge told Traci. “I wouldn’t have the guts to go out in public dressed like a 20-yeard-old hottie. You do it well.”
“You really should try it. I think Ed would get a big charge out of it,” Traci responded.
“Oh, I know he would!” she said, flicking Traci’s belly ring and laughing.
“So is the kid good, better and/or bigger than your husband?” she asked Traci.
“Truthfully, he and my husband are about the same size, but with Travis, it’s all about me. His goal is to please me first, while my husband is all about himself, and he’s gotten lazy. Plus, the kid’s 21. He can go several times a day. Just physically impossible anymore for my husband, if he wanted to go more than once.”
“So your husband is okay with… this?” Marge asked, sweeping her hand from Traci to me.
“He doesn’t know that Travis and I are lovers. He thinks I’m on a business trip right now. But he was the one who pushed me to take occasional lovers. I just wasn’t supposed to be doing anyone we both know.
“I love Andy to death, and I really didn’t want to do this, but he’s got this weird quirk, and he likes it. So I kind of figured that if I was going to do it, I should get something out of it, too.
“So when I’m with Travis, I’m his girlfriend. I’m a kid again. I dress to make Travis happy. It’s great fun.”
Traci demurely moved her skirt to cover the exposed crotch of her panties. She gave Marge a grin that vacillated between excitement and embarrassment. Marge grinned back and again flipped Traci’s belly ring, making her wriggle.
“Sensitive?” Marge asked.
“Oh yeah… feels good. My belly button is one of my spots.”
Marge reached over and flipped the ring again. Traci shivered this time. Her face was pink with arousal. Her nipples looked like they were trying to rip through her blouse.
“I think you need to take your girlfriend home now, Travis. Someone needs some attention,” Marge said.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.
Traci and I rose to leave. Marge flipped her belly ring yet again, then with her other hand gently patted Traci’s ass under her skirt. I thought Ed’s eyeballs were going to pop out of his head.
“Oh God!” Traci moaned.
One of the distinct disadvantages of driving a Mustang is that there is not enough room to have sex in the car without being obvious. Traci had to settle for me rubbing her clit while I drove, after I removed her panties in the club parking lot. She was soaking wet and it was easy to bring her off twice on the drive home.
When we got to the apartment, I helped a very shaky Traci stand up, then I planted a hard kiss on her mouth. I half-walked, half-carried her into the apartment.
Traci was practically shaking like an addict needing a fix when we got inside the apartment. I led her to my bedroom and gently laid her down on my bed. She did that thing where she slowly raised and spread her legs wide. That always triggers my Pavlovian response and I dove into her hotness with my face and tongue. Four screaming orgasms later, I crawled up the bed, lay down on my back, lifted Traci by her hips and planted her on my rock-hard dick. She screamed and shook in a strong orgasm as I slid all the way inside her in one move, nudging her cervix.