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“Mind if I cut in?” I asked, ignoring his aggression.

“Fuck yeah, I mind. You her husband or something?”

Katie’s eyes filled with relief, not to mention a little bit of amusement at the situation. “Nope, just a guy she’d rather dance with. Am I right, honey-bunny?” Katie laughed at that one. God bless her for laughing at my jokes. “I’m Grim, by the way. You are…”

More laughter. “Call me Bunny.”

The pirate fumed beside us as we ignored him. At last, I turned to him. “Two options, Buccaneer Bob. You can make a scene, humiliate yourself a little bit more—and ruin any chances you have of getting laid tonight—or you could move on. I suggest the latter.”

He balled his fists up and, for a moment, I thought he was going to hit me. Then, all the air seemed to leave him like a rapidly deflating balloon. “She’s a slut anyway,” he muttered beneath his breath as he stormed off, heading back to the bar.

“Well done,
Grim
.” Katie giggled. We began to dance. She leaned close to me, whispering, “I wasn’t sure how to get rid of him myself.”

She smelled good, wearing some kind of perfume I associated with date nights and formal events. It always reminded me of sex.

“Can’t really blame him.” I slid my hand along the contours of her back and hip. “You’re a pretty tempting sight.”

She grabbed my hand just as it began to curve around her buttocks and put it back to somewhere decent. She really was getting it! My cock grew harder. “Oh, this old thing? Just something I had in the back of my closet for special occasions.”

She stood back and posed for me. I ran my eyes along her curves, amazed that she was dressed in public like that. God bless this holiday! The strapless, satin dress was plastered to her curves and was tight like a corset. Long, black satin gloves and a choker with a bow tie on it matched the bunny ear accessories.

“Your husband, huh? He around?”

Her green eyes flashed as we both realized we were okay with this game. “He was supposed to meet me here, but he hasn’t been answering my texts.” Dressed up as a Playboy bunny, her pout was priceless.

“Well, Bunny, why not flirt a little with Death while you wait?”

“Mmm,” she whispered, sidling back up to me as we danced. Her hand found the front opening of my cloak. I jumped as her hand closed over my erection. She squeezed me, giggling. “That a euphemism for sex?”

In the crowd, no one was the wiser, but Katie was definitely being bolder than usual. I wondered how much she’d had to drink before I got here.

“Can be,” I croaked. Suddenly we really were strangers—Katie the hot vixen, me the uncertain boy, the putty in her very warm hands.

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her breasts against my chest. I rested my hands on her hips as she sashayed to the French euro-beat, and pulled her closer. She slid her hands out of my robes and up to my face.

“I’m having fun,” she whispered. Her face was alive and smiling. I wanted to remember her like that forever: the picture of happiness.

“You’re incredible. You can’t be my wife because she’d never leave the house dressed like this.”

Katie blushed. “Took a glass of wine.” She diverted her eyes, suddenly shy? “OK, maybe two,” she added.

When she looked back, the saucy vixen was back. “So, you know how
I know
you can’t be my husband?” Her fingers tracing the make-up on my face. My hands drifted across her buttocks, where the pink bunny costume barely covered her. “My husband doesn’t dance.”

I just laughed, letting Katie guide me in the press of all those people.

We danced a few more songs before moving back to the bar for another drink. I ordered a soda, knowing that this night was nearing an end and Katie was in no shape to drive. I just wanted to fuck her.

“Looks like your husband’s not coming out tonight,” I said at the bar. She was sipping champagne, a drink that notoriously made her horny. And judging from the fire in her green irises, she was already plenty horny. “Want me to give you a ride home, Miss Bunny?”

“Gee, I don’t know. Most people don’t like to ride home with Death.”

“I can take off my cloak if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Mmm, maybe not me, but I think I can make
you
feel better.” That sealed the deal. We were in such a rush to get outside that she didn’t even finish her drink. I had to park a few blocks away, on a side street that was very deserted by the time we arrived.

“This your ride?” She ran her fingers along the sleek contour of my Mustang GT. “The Grim Reaper’s a real American, I see.”

Playboy bunnies and masculine cars...
I thought, stopping short as she leaned back against the Mustang and stretched. Her bunny ears caught the light of a street lamp. I pinned her against the car and powered my lips into hers. It didn’t feel like kissing my wife. It felt new and fresh.

I kept waiting for Katie to push me away, to suddenly regain her modesty. We were never big on PDAs and this was quickly headed to some pretty racy public displays. Instead, she thrust her chest forward, rubbing her body and breasts against me. This Playboy bunny was ready and willing.

My mouth and tongue ravished her neck, leaving her gasping into the chilly night air. With one hand still braced on the roof of my car, I dropped the right down along the pink satin of her dress and down between her legs. She parted her thighs a little, giving me access beneath the ultra short hemline. I felt the silk of her lingerie.

“Take off your panties,” I urged, licking her ear.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Katie protested. I wasn’t sure if the real Katie was back and she suddenly realized how public this was, or if she was continuing to play the game. I chose to interpret as the latter.

“Your husband will never know.”

The brunette looked up and down the street. Seeing no one, she whispered, “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” before reaching under her dress and pulling down a pale pink g-string. She held it up, dangling from her finger. I could smell her arousal and see the damp spot on the front. “What now?”

“Put it in my pocket.” She did so slowly, her lips curled up into the slightest of smiles. I felt her touch on my side, titillating my senses. She slipped her hand under the grim reaper robes, found my pocket, and stuffed them in.

I stepped forward, pinning her hand between us as we kissed again. This time, when my hand slithered between her legs, there was nothing between my fingers and her damp sex. But something was different. Where I expected to feel the softness of her curls along those familiar lips, I felt only smooth skin. Smoother than the rest of her body.

I pulled away, a little shocked at the revelation, and looked at Katie. Was this really my wife? Or some sexy impostor; a twin I’d never met, perhaps. The Katie I knew swore she’d never follow that trend, no matter how many times I’d suggested it.

She seemed amused by my reaction. She shrugged. “Goes with the Playboy theme, right?”

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you.” I buried my tongue down her throat and explored the newness of her cunt with my fingers. She’d left a little hair, I discovered, rising in a stripe above her hooded clit. Not quite a true Playboy model, apparently, but I wasn’t about to complain.

“Turn around,” I commanded.

“Max...” Katie balked.

“No one’s looking. Do it.” The look on her face was priceless. She was frightened, no doubt, but excitement was warring against her otherwise upstanding moral fiber. She touched the bunny ears as though reminding herself of the night and did what she was told.

I pushed open my robe and unzipped my pants, easing them down around my knees. Stepping close enough to pull the dress up to her waist, I let the robes fall back around us. At least we had a little modestly, I thought wryly, although no one was going to wonder what we were doing if they spotted us.

Cock in hand, I bent Katie a little lower over the car and entered her. Her nether lips swallowed me smoothly. It felt different, pushing inside of her without feeling the tickle of pubic hair. It felt strange and exciting.

“Bunny,” I whispered when I sank ball-deep inside her. “I want you to imagine that I’m not your husband.” 

“Max...” she objected.

“Max isn’t here,” I corrected as I began to take her. Most of the time, I was a respectful lover. I paced myself, I matched her needs. We rarely just fucked like animals. Tonight, I was going to fuck her like an animal. “Imagine someone else. Do it, baby.” I began jacking into her harder, using her cunt to get off. “Do it for me!”

I wasn’t going to last much longer. Not after tonight. Not with this Playboy hottie between me and my Mustang. God, I never felt like such a man. Katie began to pant hard, her breath shuddering. She dropped her head down between her shoulders, bracing stiffly against the car.

Neither of us said a word other than sharing our ragged, passionate cries. Was she thinking about a stranger? A celebrity? Someone she knew and fantasized about?

The car rocked on its suspension as my pounding grew furious. Katie matched each stroke with a backwards shimmy of her own. When she reached behind me and placed a death grip on my hip, forcing me to fuck her faster, I lost it. She’d never done that before, not in eight years of marital fucking.

“Uhgod!” I groaned, all at once, and exploded inside of her.

Katie hissed, dropping her head even lower. She shoved backwards so hard we nearly ended up sprawled in the street.

I came and came, doing everything in my power to keep that guttural shout from clawing its way free. When it was over, I felt drained, my breathing hard yet not enough. I pulled away from Katie, who was once again my wife. We slumped to the asphalt, our sweat quickly cooling in the October air.

“Did you...” I couldn’t quite come out and ask it:
did you really fantasize about another man?

Katie looked worn-out, but in a sexy way. Her hairline was damp and her auburn locks were in disarray, but she was still more beautiful than most on their best days. She gave me a little nod, but that was all.

I collected her into my arms and together, we managed to get into the car. I barely remember the ride home. Both of us were still glowing from the excitingly new sexual experience, and I think both of us were afraid to talk about it.

By the time we got home, though, the reality of the whole night began to set in. The rational Max and Katie had returned to pay the sitter and kiss their daughter goodnight, and neither of them could believe they’d had sex on a public street outside a bar.

“Good night, Max,” Katie said with an earnest look in her large eyes.

“Good night, Katie.”

Chapter
4

Morning came with Mya calling out for Mommy. Normalcy forced its way back into our lives.
Grimm
and
Bunny
secreted back to wherever they’d come from.

“I’m never drinking again.” Katie smothered her face with the pillow and groaned. For once, it wasn’t me with the wicked hangover.

“That’s a shame, because last night was a lot of fun.”

Katie peeked out from beneath the pillow. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe we did that.”

“We didn’t. Grim and Bunny did, remember?”

She ducked back beneath the pillow, a muffled,
Oh, my God,
just barely emerging.

“Mommy! Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!”

“I think you’re being summoned,” I said, running my hand up her naked back. I wished we had more time to fool around.

Katie dragged herself out of bed, forcing a smile. Morning light washed her nudity, glancing off the full swells of her breasts and the pale contour of her hips. I caught my first glimpse of her new hairstyle below. The dark red landing strip looked even better than it had felt, sitting like a coy reminder that she was a woman.

“That’s so hot,” I said.

Katie followed my eyes, her face growing red. “It hurt like crazy, so you better.”

“You waxed?” I couldn’t believe that the situation could get any hotter.

She pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants. “Mmm hmm. I saw a deal for a Brazilian bikini wax on Groupon and decided to go for it. It was kind of weird, having someone else see me like that, but…I like the results.”

She blushed again, raking her fingers through her red hair.

“Think you’ll keep it up?”

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

“Mommy, Mommy,
Mom-my!”

“Duty calls.”

****

The time leading up to Thanksgiving was awesome for our sex life. We made love in the mornings before Katie had to go to work. We took advantage of the weekends like we hadn’t before, and I made sure that I didn’t have to cover anyone’s shifts. I even put the business of the speakeasy on hold to focus on Katie and Mya.

We didn’t mention my fantasy during that time—the sex we shared was sweet and intimate and free of any fantasies—but I could still feel it linger, like warmth in a bed just vacated.