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What happened under the Moonlight

Novel By: Marzy Dotes
Erotica


Ruby had her eyes on Tiffany's father but when it was his birthday, she came up with the perfect gift... View table of contents...


Submitted:Jul 31, 2012    Reads: 232    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I watched Tiffany play tennis at the club. She had finally agreed to get out of the house and away from the swimming pool to play singles with one of her old friends named Clooney. That was my wife that talked her into doing that because my daughter still gave me the silent treatment only speaking to me when she had to do so.

If Gloria noticed she hadn't said anything about it. But Tiffany finally agreed to get dressed and go dig her racquet out of the closet to go play at the club. She looked like the athlete she used to be on the courts dashing to meet each volley and lobbying some pointed serves that were missed. Clooney proved adept too and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her lithe legs powering her movement around the court.

Her father was a judge on the county courts and so she'd been a casual fantasy and nothing more to me. But dressed in her tennis outfit, she caught the eye of more than one man who kept secrets from his wife.

My daughter could more than keep up with her and it was a close match. Pride filled me with my daughter's prowess on the court. Gloria had shown up but sat in the shade with Nancy, Angela and other women with Lydia holding them rapt of course.

Then I saw her sitting on a bleacher on the opposite side of the court dressed in faded denim shorts and a worn polo shirt. Her hair in a fiery ponytail behind her and wearing a baseball cap.

Ruby sitting there sipping what looked like some bottled water and she cheered for Tiffany each round. She didn't look my way or seem to notice me. I wondered where Brock was and whether she'd come to the club alone.

Tiffany took a break and went to wipe her face with a fresh towel before sipping from her Gatorade bottle. She chatted casually enough with Clooney and then they headed back to their opposing sides. Their game faces reemerging and they went after each other more ruthlessly during this set.

I looked over at Ruby again and she had left. I hadn't seen her leave but I decided to find out. I got up from my bleacher and stepped down over the lower ones to the walkway. I figured she had gone to the locker room.

I knew where to wait for her to walk out to head back to her seat so I waited and watched.

She walked out of the locker room and looked up to see me in her path.

"Devlin…"

"Hi Ruby…"

She didn't move. She just stood there looking at me.

"What are you doing here?"

"My daughter's playing some good sets…did you come to watch?"

She nodded.

"She invited me."

She seemed a bit nervous but trying hard not to betray it.

"What are your plans afterward?"

She pursed her lips.

"Tiffany and I are going out to dinner," she said, "with Clooney and some of the other players."

I leaned closer to her.

"I want to see you again," I said, "Cancel your plans and meet me at the motel."

She sighed.

"No Devlin I told you…"

"You didn't mean it," I said, "I know you think that Tiffany's going to find out but she won't. I'll make sure of it."

"She found out about you and Megan didn't she?"

I couldn't respond to that one quickly. But things would be different with us, no one would be watching. It'd just be the two of us alone.

"She won't find out about us," I said, "You know you want it. Come on; when the match is over tell her you have to change your plans…"

"I don't want to change them. I told you I'm not going to see you anymore not that way."

I felt the tension rise within me. That someone like her would even think to say no to what I wanted. No, I'd change her mind quickly enough. I'd have things the way I wanted, as long as I wanted. I was in control here.

"Ruby…just close that little mouth of yours," I said, "I can think of better uses for it."

She narrowed her eyes.

"Devlin…why are you doing this, why won't you listen to me?"

I grabbed her hips with my hands and looked straight at her face. She froze her own gaze straight back at me. I knew I had her attention.

"Because you're going to the motel with me," I said, "and you're going to open those sweet legs of yours and I'll give you what you want…no one will know about it. It'll be our secret."

She relaxed underneath my hands and I knew she fought that.

"Devlin…I can't…don't…"

I slid my hand underneath her polo shirt and grabbed one of her breasts squeezing it.

"You little slut; you're not even wearing a bra."

"Why do you call me that?"

"Because you get off on it don't you?"

She grew silent at that, her eyes exploring my face. I lowered my mouth to hers, brushing my lips against its pliancy. She didn't resist but she didn't respond.

"Because you are one," I said, "You're a hungry little bitch who wants to be fucked. Who's going to get fucked as soon as this match is over."

She tried to maneuver her body away but I pushed her against the wall and I pressed my body against hers. She felt me growing hard beneath my pants nestled right where I wanted it and I grabbed her wrists holding them against the wall over her head.

"Now what…?"

"Devlin…what are you doing?"

I heard a trace of fear in her voice along with some anger but something more primal because a part of her did like it, did want it and she didn't know why. She just wanted it.

"I'm going to give it to you later," I said, "If not tonight, it's going to happen. You can't say it won't."

She fidgeted beneath me trying to free her wrists but I held them tight.

"I'll let you go when you tell me you'll be there."

She shook her head.

"I can't…I can't do this…I saw how angry she got," she said, "Before I saw that, I didn't think what I did could hurt anyone else and I didn't care."

"She wasn't hurt by anything you…we did," I said, "She won't be…because she'll never know…I told you I'd make sure of that but I'm not going to stop seeing you."

Ruby just looked at me like she didn't get it and she wasn't a dumb girl. She was smart but she thought I didn't mean it.

"No…I won't…"

She struggled against me and I released her wrists. She then pushed me away from her and folded her arms looking at me.

"Why are you being such an ass? Why can't you just let it go?"

I didn't answer that because I didn't want to give up any advantage. I called the shots when I fucked women not them. Ruby would learn that too.

But right now she just shot an angry, hurt look at me and walked away back to the match. Leaving me there with a hard on…no way would she get away with walking away from me until I said so.

I walked back to the match after she did, careful not to arrive back at the same time. I'd become so good at this and by then, the match had ended and Tiffany had put on her tennis jacket. She and Clooney chatted over dinner plans when I walked up to congratulate her.

Her body stiffened and she plastered a smile on her face in front of Tiffany and the other girls who joined her.

"We're going out to dinner," she told me, "I'll be back late."

"What time?"

She shrugged.

"I don't know…when I'm finished I guess."

She walked away with her friends and joined up with Ruby. Gloria had left a voice mail on my phone saying she'd left early to hit the grocery store. We'd be having fajitas tonight with some sautéed vegetables and chicken.

I didn't have that kind of appetite; all I could think about was the woman who'd walked out on me. I knew I had to find a way to get her back where I wanted her. I'd convince her that our secret would be safe.

Gloria my own wife had kept her own affair with Brock a secret for so long. And she hadn't been extensively trained in covert operations. Not like me.

Lydia walked up to me and commented on Tiffany's great tennis skills.

"She must have gotten it from you," she said, "Gloria was never that great a player."

Her dismissive tone made me want to slap her. But I just looked at her with a bland expression because I didn't want to arouse her interest. I needed to focus on getting Ruby back into my bed.





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