049- Club

April, 2019

"How would you feel about a change of plans?" Kim asks me , entering our bedroom and flashing me the most endearing of smiles, making me feel completely suspicious.

Nonetheless, I raise an eyebrow. "What kind of change?"

She makes her eyebrows jump suggestively. "Put these on," she holds out a brown shopping bag, "meet me downstairs, and then I'll tell you."

With that, she turns around and closes our bedroom door behind her.

The original plan for this evening was for us to go out on a dinner date, something we try to do once a month, while the kids stay at home. We weren't able to go out together last month due to a number of things and I'm kind of disappointed that she's suggesting we bypass going out to dinner…

I shake away my feelings and take a look inside the bag. I'm frowning at first, but once I pull the contents out and examine them, things begin making sense and I'm smiling like a loon.

There's only one place that this top would be socially acceptable, and within ten minutes I've replaced my sweater with it along with my black pants for crisp, dark jeans.

My heart's beating a little faster as I walk down the stairs, the kitten heels of my shoes clicking rhythmically against the hardwood.

"Wow, Ker…"

I give her a wry smile. "You do know I'm 53, right?"

She rolls her eyes and hands me my coat. "I do, but I doubt anyone else will think you're a day past forty."

I only shake my head before going to the kitchen to say a quick goodbye to the kids, who are pretending to be working diligently on their homework. "It's Friday night you guys…" Kim tells them, letting them know that we're well aware of the act they're putting on. "Play a board game or watch a movie or something."

"But nothing over PG and try not to make a mess out of the living room." I add.

Henry closes his thick US history book, piles a notebook and pen on top of it, then stands up and stretches. Eli and Max follow suit by closing their own notebooks, and Gwen closes her coloring book with a dramatic slap.

I stifle a laugh and follow Kim back towards the door, waving over my shoulder. "See you guys later…"

"Uh…don't wait up, actually!" Kim corrects, giving me another sly smile. "We'll see you guys tomorrow morning."

I hear Maxine giggle as I pull the front door open.

The booming house music shakes me so far to the core that I swear I can feel my most inner organs rattling to the beat. It's incredibly loud in here. For a moment I consider the damage this noise could potentially inflict on my perfect hearing, but Kim's hands on my hips and breath on my cheek distracts me from the thought.

"You're so beautiful…" she whispers, her voice dripping with seduction.

I run my hand up and down her back softly and tease her with a few, fleeting touches on her own hips.

She lets out a shaky breath against my cheek in response.

I know how tonight's going to end, and it makes me very, very happy.

I was slightly wary upon our arrival, nervous butterflies swarming in my stomach. Kim jokingly accused my long-lost internal homophobia of resurfacing slightly, but I think we both know that my nervousness had more to do with the fact that I was entering a club for the first time in at least ten years than with the fact that it was a lesbian club. The moment we were inside, I wanted to turn right around; the music was loud, the lights were flashing, and the women looked like twenty year old super models. However, Kim maintained a firm hold on my hand and pulled me to an empty table before ordering a martini for each of us.

Now, after drinking said martinis and a taking part in a bit of juvenile flirting, we're on the dance floor and in each other's arms.

"What time is it?" She asks softly.

I squint at my watch. "Almost one."

"Do you want to-"

I don't wait for her to finish her question before I nod, grab her hand, and pull her from the dance floor.

Within forty five minutes, most of which were agonizingly spent trying not to jump each other on the El, we're creeping through our sleeping home towards our bedroom.

"I haven't felt that stealthy since I was in high school…" Kim says, stepping out of her pants at a leisurely pace.

I ignore the comment and pounce, my hands grasping her face and pressing my lips against hers as I guide her backwards and onto our bed until I'm on my knees, hovering above her.

We're like this for what seems like forever, tongues exploring mouths and hands pulling at clothing until we're both thoroughly aroused and buck naked. I plan on going in for the kill when Kim suddenly takes control, flipping me onto my back slides down my body until her blonde curls are spread haphazardly across my thighs.

I hold my hand against my mouth, suppressing a scream that accompanies my long awaited release.

"We've never had that good of sex after going out for dinner." Kim says sleepily.

I chuckle. "Well I don't think I can handle going to the club every month."

She brings my hand to her mouth and kisses my palm sweetly. "Can you handle having sex like that every month?" She asks, her tone both serious and humorous in a way that only she can achieve.

"I'm getting old you know…" I tease.

I can almost hear her roll her eyes at the tired joke.

"But I'll see what I can do."