Dungeon Daddy by Golden Angel
Chapter 3
Esther
Nerves strained to the max, Esther could barely concentrate on the book she was trying to read to distract herself. Jennifer had already gone to bed for the night, or at least to her room, which was on the opposite end of the house from the master bedroom. Every time she heard a car driving down their street, she tensed. And every time the garage door did not open, she tensed again before forcing herself to relax.
Face still done up, hair hanging straight on either side of her face, she was wearing a lacy bra, panty, and garter set with black stockings and black high heels. Not at all her usual lingerie.
When she and Jax had gone to the Outlands regularly, she would wear little slips and teddies—sometimes ruffled, sometimes layered, always cute, frilly, and fun—with her hair in pigtails. She was no stranger to thigh highs—she’d worn white or pink ones with little bows on the front, but never a garter belt and never black ones with a seam up the back.
That was young Esther, pre-kids and pre-fifty.
She’d picked this set because it matched her new look. Her more mature, ‘I’m a sexy, desirable woman’ look. She couldn’t make herself younger, but she could do this.
The sound of a car.
She tensed.
The garage door opened.
Esther’s heart beat triple time in her chest, and her mouth went dry. She wanted to jump up, tear off the lingerie, throw on a t-shirt, and pretend she was asleep.
What if Jax was coming from another woman’s bed?
What if he thought she looked stupid?
What if he laughed at her attempt to be sexy?
Then it’s time to call the divorce lawyer.
Maybe not for that last one, but… maybe. Rejection at this point might be the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Being at the end of her rope was almost a relief. If this didn’t work, she could consider it a sign it wasn’t meant to be. Deciding to save her marriage, rather than ending it, hadn’t been an easy decision. She’d already swallowed plenty of her pride to make that decision.
The downstairs door closed, and Esther jumped to her feet, putting her book on the nightstand. Taking a deep breath, she glanced in the mirror on her dresser as she posed. Her makeup still looked incredible, thanks to Braden. The smoky eye, her hair down, and the dark black lace of her bra made her look particularly sultry.
Her breasts were bigger yet saggier than they when she and Jax had met, thanks to breastfeeding two children, but they looked good in the bra, which pushed them up into tempting mounds without being too uncomfortable. The garter belt dug into her waist a little, but it also hid the lower pouch of her stomach, the part of her body she hated the most. The panties were skimpy, and the g-string felt even more uncomfortable standing than sitting, but hopefully, she wouldn’t be wearing it for very long.
Putting one hand on her hip, she shifted her weight, so she was posed like a model, almost all of her weight on one leg while the other foot had her toes pointed at the floor. She couldn’t decide if she felt sexy or ridiculous—it depended on Jax’s expression when he walked through their bedroom door.
* * *
Jax
Tonight’s session had gone later than Jax intended because the group had been so determined to get as far ahead as they could, so they wouldn’t have as many sessions left with him. He was touched and a little sad. He would miss these sessions, but going a little later on a few nights to end them sooner was a worthwhile option.
Unsurprisingly, the house was pretty dark when he got home, though he doubted everyone was asleep. Jennifer and Daniel liked to hole up in their rooms at the end of the night rather than hang out with their parents, so the lights being off didn’t mean they were asleep.
A little surprised Esther wasn’t downstairs watching television, a twinge of guilt hit him. Hopefully, she wasn’t upset about how late he was.
Leaving his bag in the car, he headed into the house, carrying his jacket and tie. The downstairs lights were all off, but he knew the layout of the house well enough to bump around, especially with the dim light from the moon coming in through the windows. The days of accidentally stepping on Legos or some other painfully hard toys were long gone, so moving around in the dark house barefoot didn’t carry the same dangers it once had.
Light showed under the door of his and Esther’s bedroom. She was still up. Jax tensed as he approached, already martialing his excuses why he was extra late tonight. It would be so much easier to tell her the truth, but that day was long past. If he told her what he’d been doing on his late nights, it would seem so much more suspect than it really was, and she’d be hurt he’d lied to her for so long. Just a few more weeks to get through, then he could stop sneaking around, and everything would go back to normal.
Taking a deep breath, Jax opened the door and felt as if someone had punched him straight in his gut, forcing all the air out of his body as he stared at his wife. At least, he thought it was his wife. It looked like her, mostly, except it was Esther, as he’d never seen her before.
The only time she’d worn this much makeup was for their wedding day, and she hadn’t had those dark, smoky eyes or bright-red lips. Her hair was down, some of it hanging over one shoulder, nearly touching the lacy top of her bra. The black lace over her creamy skin made it clear there was nothing under the lace. Nope. He could see right through it.
She looked like a sex kitten, complete with the pose, and Jax had to blink several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Esther smiled.
“Welcome home.” Even her voice was different, lower and smoother. What the hell was going on?
“Well, hello.” He finally got words out, giving his head a little shake as he tossed his jacket and tie onto the dresser, kicking the door shut behind him. “You look amazing.”
She did. Even though he wasn’t sure he liked the new look, Jax knew better than to say it out loud. If she liked it and it made her feel good, that was what mattered. Him feeling like she didn’t look like his wife… those words sure as hell wouldn’t pass his lips.
Stepping forward, he appreciatively ran his gaze over her body. Not his favorite kind of lingerie, but hey, lace was lace, and he could appreciate Esther in anything.
“Thank you.” Real relief was in her voice and eyes, and he realized she wasn’t as sure of this new look as she was pretending to be. So why had she done it? He knew this must have been what she and Jen had been up to this evening. He doubted Esther had asked their daughter to help her pick out lingerie but definitely the makeup.
“Is this all for me?” he asked, putting his hands on her waist, then running them up and down her sides. His cock stirred with interest.
Damn. When was the last time they’d had sex? It had been a while.
“You know it.” Esther stepped into him, rubbing against him, and Jax’s cock jerked to life, quickly thickening with his mostly naked wife pressed against him. She breathed in deeply and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her nose nuzzled against his skin, and Jax groaned. Sliding his hands down her sides to cup her ass… holy shit—she was wearing a thong. His cock jerked against her soft stomach.
* * *
Esther
No lipstick on his collar, no scent of another woman, and little Jax was very happy to see her. Her arousal surged along with her relief. There was no way Jax had been out with another woman tonight. Or, if he had been, they hadn’t had sex. In their youth, Jax had been able to go two or three rounds in one night, but that had ended in their thirties, and by their forties, he was down to one a night. Esther had never minded because it meant they took more time with each round, and Jax was very, very good at taking his time.
Like right now, as he claimed her lips, dominating her with his kiss while his hands squeezed her buttocks, pulling her firmly against him. The hard ridge of his erection dug into her stomach, and she rocked against it. The lace over her nipples was scratchy as the little buds puckered, rubbing against his shirt, the combination of fabrics stimulating her.
She moaned against his lips as he bent her back, taking over what she’d started. Having him hold her like this, his hands roaming over her bare skin, cock achingly hard against her body, set her senses aflame with need for him. Long-buried need that had been so pent up, she hadn’t even realized it was there until now.
Esther wanted the physical reassurance she was still desirable, that her husband still loved her… that she wasn’t making a massive mistake, trying to save their marriage.
She was getting it.
Her husband’s hands gripped her as hers slid over his shirt, seeking the buttons. Moving toward the bed, they stumbled a little, shedding his clothes as they went. Excitement, as much as arousal, drove her. Feeling Jax’s desire, the relief he was here with her and hadn’t been with another woman, knowing her ploy was working, was a triumph to be celebrated.
So what if she had never been great at makeup? She could learn. She would dress better. Do her hair better. Maybe this would be like a second coming-of-age for her. And she could still give Jax what he needed, even though his needs had changed.
Maybe this was her sign it was time to grow up from being his babygirl.
They tumbled onto the bed, Jax’s hard body atop hers. Even though she knew, thanks to her friend Leah, Jax hadn’t been going to the gym with his friends as often as he said, he was still in incredible shape, especially for a man his age. Esther loved the feel of him on top of her, his body between her legs, arms on either side of her, caging her in. She’d always felt safest here, and she’d missed it.
“Jax!” she gasped out as he ended their kiss and moved his lips over the sensitive skin of her neck. Leaning on one arm, his free hand moved over her side, from her breast to the crook of her knee, then back up again.
Dragging her nails over his shoulders, the way she knew he liked, she slid them up his neck to the stubble atop his head. Her sexy bald Daddy. Esther bit her lip against saying the word aloud, not wanting to ruin the moment, in case that wasn’t what he wanted from her anymore. He hadn’t acted like her Daddy for well over a year now.
It was fine.
They’d be fine.
As he nipped the top of her breast, his hand cupping the other, his mouth moved to her nipple, sucking the tender bud through the scratchy lace. Esther moaned and writhed beneath him. Relationships changed over the years. Maybe their relationship was no longer about him being a Daddy but about hot vanilla sex. For two people in their fifties, that was pretty good, right?
It would be enough. It had to be.
