Craig sighed as he turned onto his
street. Another Friday night, no doubt another ice-cold silence at home. He
didn’t know what had happened. Oh, Lauren had always been cool. That was what
he liked about her in the very beginning, that ice-maiden reserve. Back in the
day, though, things were red-hot in bed. Not so much any more.
In fact, not at all any more. Craig
couldn’t remember the exact date of the last time the sex was good, but it had
been at least six months. Funny thing, hiring an au pair. (He still thought of
Josy as the babysitter, but Lauren pronounced it the French way and she was the
expert on the kids.) He’d gone along with it—heaven knows they could afford
it—partly because he’d hoped that Lauren would have more time for him and that
things in the bedroom would heat back up. He’d been wrong.
He pulled into the garage, surprised
to see the little Ford that they furnished for Josy was parked next to Lauren’s
Mercedes convertible. Craig figured on a Friday night when the kids were at
summer camp Josy would be out with her friends. No boyfriends, apparently, and
Craig had a hard time believing that. Josy was hot. He’d never bang the
babysitter, but if he did it would definitely be Josy—black hair, big brown
eyes, little pointed chin, little pointed nipples and a lush little body. Craig
felt a stirring in his pants. Josy had a tight little ass, too. Down, boy. You’ve got to go in and kiss your
wife.
He went through the door into the
kitchen and noticed the mail sat unopened. Well, no big deal, but he knew
Lauren was scrupulous about it—she opened the mail immediately and threw away
the junk mail, then dealt with the rest. Something must’ve distracted her.
Strange, with the kids away.
“Lauren?” No answer. “Lauren,
honey?” Craig sighed and unfastened his tie. Maybe Lauren was downstairs in the
basement. He heard music from his bedroom and started toward the door, which
was closed but not tightly. The music—cool jazz, Lauren’s favorite—came from
behind the closed door. Craig smiled bitterly. He remembered making love to
Lauren with jazz on the stereo. So much for that—it was just background
nowadays.
He opened the door, expecting to see
Lauren on her yoga mat doing some exercises to the music. His eyes widened when
he saw her. Lauren was not exercising. Nor was she alone. She didn’t even look
up when he entered the room, and Josy didn’t either.
Lauren’s blonde head bent over
Josy’s suntanned skin. The younger woman lay across the bed wearing only a
short skirt. Lauren licked Josy’s bare breast and Josy, eyes closed in ecstasy,
shuddered with pleasure as his wife’s tongue played over her hard, nut-colored
nipples. She had lush breasts and Craig wondered what it would feel like to
close his mouth around one of them. Despite his confusion and a rush of
anger—his wife! With a woman?—Craig found himself getting hard. Josy’s tight
little body was every inch as hot as he’d imagined. And Lauren. His ice-cold
wife murmured as she nuzzled Josy’s breast. She squeezed both nipples and bent
her head to lick again. Josy moaned...
