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against her buttocks while guiding her purposefully to the
elevator. Was that a shiver of pleasure he saw roll through her? By, God, it
was! Frank shook his head, astonished by just how much he had been missing by
not paying attention.
    They went to the second floor ballroom where a live band
was performing. The music was eclectic; Western, Swing, Retro, and Big Band. The
band was playing, "Put Your Head on My Shoulder," It seemed a
good place to start.
    Frank pulled her to him, nuzzling into her neck and nipping
an ear lobe. Once more she shivered in response, but she said with a giggle,
"Frank! You're an animal!"
    "You ain't seen nothing yet, baby," he said
with a laugh. His hands gathered her in as they swayed to the music. One hand trailed
down to her buttock, tracing along her garter belt to where they held up her
stockings. The place was packed, so no one would notice.
    "You are so fucking sexy, Wendy," he said.
    With her head against his chest, she relaxed into his
arms. "You're not so bad yourself."
    "You bought these stockings to surprise me?"
    "Yes." She grinned up at him, a mischievous
sparkle in her eyes. "Are you surprised?"
    His lips firmed as he gave her a hungry look. Grabbing
her buttocks he pulled himself against her so that she could feel the thickness
of his desire. "I'm so hard for you that all I can think of is getting you
home and fucking you senseless. You'll be wearing those stockings and stilettos
and nothing else."
    Wendy gave a breathless little gasp, a response that
Frank was more than happy with. He raised a finger to brush a lock of hair from
her face while just gazing into her eyes. He felt so close to her. It wasn't just
sex, although sex was a part of it. This was his Wendy, the woman he had
married. The mother of his children. The love of his life.
    "I'm a lucky guy," he murmured, and pressed his
lips against hers in a soft, chaste kiss. As they kissed, Frank wrapped his
fingers in her hair, intentionally giving it a little tug. Wendy made a soft
sound of pleasure.
    Somewhere in the back of his relentlessly logical mind,
Frank thought, Hair pulling 57%.
    Frank and Wendy had taken ballroom dancing lessons, and some
swing. It had been months since they had danced. Why was it that having children
had interrupted their personal time together? It didn't need to be that way.
    A comfortable sort of depressed apathy had silently snuck
into their marriage.
    I've neglected my wife and our relationship .
    The clarity of that realization was as shocking as
jumping naked into a mountain stream when winter snows were melting. What Frank
had discovered had been difficult yet liberating. He was coming to understand
that he could have lost Wendy in the long term. Their loving bond could have simply
slipped away. He had so much to tell her.
    Adventure, pushing boundaries, and complete honesty -
that was where he intended to go with her now. This was his chance to make his
marriage better than ever. And why shouldn't it be that way? Frank's chest felt
tight when he looked at his wife.
    Wendy was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
    Confidently moving her around the floor, Frank enjoyed
himself, well aware that his wife was enjoying herself, too. He certainly took
the lead when they danced. Would it be as easy to take a commanding lead while
making love?
    The music pounded when the band played, "A Crazy
Little thing Call Love." Full of wild energy Frank swung and pivoted,
twirling Wendy all over the ballroom floor. Their eyes met again and again and
they laughed together, gracefully demonstrating their rock-and-roll swing
skills.
    After so many lessons together, Frank was a fluid and self-assured
dancer. He leaned into Wendy, giving her a teasing circle of the hips, spinning
her full three-sixty degrees, and then pulling her back against him. His chest
pushed into the pillow of her breasts, intentionally moving against them.
    Her nipples were erect.
    That was only fair as he was achingly erect