Chapter 5

Nate and Jon looked at each other. Nate said, “We’ll sit, but I don’t think I’ll be able to relax,” and opened the refrigerator. “Beer?”

Jon said, “Sure.”

Dawn winked at Jon while Nate was looking in the refrigerator. Jon’s face flushed.

The meal was served, and compliments flowed freely, as did the wine. Dawn metered her intake. She wanted to appear tipsy, not get drunk. Not on wine, anyway. She was high as a kite on brain chemicals.

The control she had over the men’s eyes, the attention, the praise, and the anticipation had her in a place that could only be compared to an approaching climax. Not just any, though, it would be one of those blackout orgasms, the kind that was easy to get addicted to.

After dinner, the trio relaxed in the living room. Their conversation wasn’t coarse but had been liberated by the wine, and it was rich with suggestive innuendoes. Dawn’s confidence had waned like an actress about to step on stage, afraid she’d forget her lines. Jon appeared nervous earlier, but he had doused his nerves with alcohol. He would be putty in her hands.

“Boys, I gotta go,” Dawn said and stood up too quickly. She needed a moment to steady herself, then she looked at Jon. “I’ll be right back, be ready to dance.”

Jon looked at Nate, and Nate looked at Dawn, then shrugged. She walked across the living room like a woman who wanted to be watched but also one who might be intoxicated. It took all of her willpower not to look back and catch them staring.

She closed the bathroom door and exhaled like someone who had just successfully cut the correct wire, and the bomb didn’t explode.

So far, a dinner for three had gone well, according to plan, but it was time to add the surprise. Dawn freshened up, got what she needed, and removed what she didn’t need anymore—her panties—then she spun, watching herself in the mirror. It had to be the perfect speed because she only wanted Nate to think he saw something, or in this case, nothing.

She couldn’t do the Cha-cha like the lady on YouTube, but her dance with Jon would get her husband hard. Hopefully, Jon had watched the video she sent and practiced.

Dawn put her hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath. What happened next would either add the surprise Erotic Scribbler wrote about, or she’d feel like a stripper jumping out of the cake at the wrong party. A bunch of nuns would be staring at her.

She released the knob, reached under her dress, and pushed a finger deep in her pussy. She was hot and moist, and now she felt like a bad girl.