Chapter 1

Dancing for the Law is a true story that took place in my hometown in Arkansas. My husband had just retired from the Air Force and was working for a local company until he could find better employment in Ohio, his home state. I was helping out as a waitress for this local BBQ restaurant. The younger of the two brothers, Gerald, had been hitting on me, and my husband and I did not have sex this morning, and by 1 PM, I was getting pretty frisky with all the teasing Gerald was doing. His shift and my shift ended at 3 PM when his brother took over, so Gerald asked me if I wanted to come out and get in the hot tub. I said, That sounds like fun, let’s go. I’ll follow you.

Gerald lives about three miles from the restaurant and has a charming house, thanks to his parents being very well off. You could certainly tell it was male-owned because all the decorations were very masculine, including the deer head over the fireplace mantel.

We went out to the solarium, where the hot tub was, and I watched Gerald strip down naked and climb in. I followed suit, removing my clothes and climbing in. Gerald said, “I forgot the beer. Hang on, I’ll grab us a couple.” He then went out and returned a few minutes later with two cool cans of brew. He opened mine and handed it to me, and I took a sip. We both commented on how good the water felt. The hot tub was a little smaller, so our bodies were always in contact with each other. Before long, I felt his hand caressing my leg, and I set my beer down, and we had a very intimate kiss that ended up with his hands caressing my breast, and my hand found his very nice cock. I think I had the advantage here now. Two breast equals one cock. Well, Gerald wasn’t going to be deprived for long, and soon his fingers began caressing my aroused cunt.