Damien Dsoul Presents The Seduction Game

"Don't forget your briefcase, honey!"

Dave was halfway out the door when Jenny hollered from across the living room and he stopped and turned towards her. His face flushed when he looked at his hand and realised yes indeed, he was about leaving for work and forgetting the one important item he ought to take with himself.

She stood at the passageway that divided the living room from the rest of the house in her cashmere nightgown, holding up his briefcase for him with a wry smile that seemed to say: 'I love you, darling, but you can't help being forgetful, can you?' He recognised that smile of hers so well. One too many times in their fourteen years of marriage he thought he would have gotten used to it by now. A part of him detested it, but still he could not help being grateful that she never was the sort to chide him about it unlike his former wife often did.

"Hope you don't plan on leaving this behind," she said as she approached him and gave him his briefcase.

He took it from her and kissed her. "Thanks for always having my back, darling."

"That's what a good wife is for, honey." Jenny smiled as she adjusted his striped tie inside his navy-blue suit for him. "Better hurry. Don't want you getting there late."

"Are the kids up yet?"

"I'm fixing breakfast for them right now. Call me if anything important comes up."

"You know I will." He kissed her once again then left the house.

Dave adjusted his glasses on his chubby face as he walked down the cobblestoned pathway that branched off the side of the house to his car parked facing the garage. He nearly tripped on his feet when he stepped on something and groaned inaudibly when he saw it was one of his son's Transformer toys. He annoyingly kicked it onto the lawn and adjusted his suit and continued his walk. He got to his Chrysler, glad he didn't make another clumsy misstep. He unlocked his car door and took a moment to run his hand over his bald pate before sliding into his car. He clipped in his seatbelt then started his car and reversed out of his driveway.

The neighbourhood was quiet as it typically was this time of the day. He made a left turn at the end of the street and honked his horn as he drove pass the school bus. It would be pulling near his home in a couple of minutes by which time Jenny would be rushing the kids out so they wouldn't miss it. Thinking about his wonderful family brought a winsome smile to his face.

Dave was in his late forties. He had been married before but that lasted two years before calling it quits. He and his ex-wife had been young and somewhat unprepared for the hazardous life that lay ahead. Plus, he had some fetish habits that delighted him so much but ignited nothing but abhorrence from his former wife when he made them known to her. She had presented him an ultimatum of either he quit his dirty acts or she would leave; Dave had stuck with the former. It had been a depressing time for him when their marriage ended. A few years had gone by before he ran into the one woman in the world who infinitely surprised him by loving as well accepting him for his fetish habits. He could not have found a better companion when he met Jenny. Like him, she, too, had her own kinky fetish. They had made for a dynamic couple when they muttered the words 'I do' to each other after four months of testing out their separate delights and realising they could actually make things work for the best together.

He slowed his vehicle as he came to a red light and as if then remembering, he turned on the car radio knob to his news station giving off the day's headline news. He looked out his side window and winked at the hot-looking dame in a flat top riding beside him. She too glanced his way and smiled back at him; her smile made his morning seem even special to him. The light turned green and he shifted into gear and continued with his route.