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Alice Martin wasn’t a woman to beat about the bush.
She knew what she wanted and when she saw it, she went for it.
It had been that way the night she first met her husband. It hadn’t mattered that he was at work or that they hadn’t formally met, or didn’t even know each other’s names. She’d seen him, she’d wanted him, so she took him.
If she wanted something, the technicalities just didn’t matter.
So when she saw a particular garment hanging in the window of the Bristol high street’s Sweet Temptations Boutique, and felt that all too familiar draw, it had only been a matter of time.
Now fresh from a shower, with her hair still damp and her latest purchase hanging from her shoulders, she couldn’t help grinning as she admired her reflection in her vanity.
The cherry red spaghetti strap gown was pure mulberry silk with a black lace trim and clung to her body in all the right ways to emphasise her curves and mile-long legs.
It was perfect. Richard wouldn’t know what hit him.
Just the thought of modelling it for him when he came home, of lying stretched out across their bed waiting for him to find her and fuck her brains out, sent a delicious thrill sizzling through her. Beneath the silk, her poor neglected pussy clenched, and her clit, still stiff and begging to be played with, throbbed, reminding her of how close she’d come during that session she’d orchestrated for him during her break.
Damn her and her blasted ideas. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. That call was only supposed to be a warmup for him. A tease to get him worked up and hard and oh so desperate to take her. Instead, it had backfired and left her feeling restless and on edge. She’d been unable to settle her mind on anything. In short, she was so fucking horny, it was all she could do not to fish out ‘Antonio’ from her bedside draw and start the party early.
Just the thought of the wand’s intense vibrations rumbling against her pussy had her thighs rubbing together in a vain effort to settle the need burning inside her.
It would have felt so good too, but instead she forced herself into action and, taking the matching robe from the hook on the door, she turned and hurried out into the hall. There was too much left to do. She couldn’t afford to indulge herself, yet.
Especially when, so far anyway, everything had been going according to plan.
Everything was arranged. She’d left work early to beat Richard home, dropping her last class of the day on a colleague who owed her a favour and missing the ever notorious M5 rush hour. Her parents had said they were fine looking after Alexander for a couple of nights so he was all taken care of, and she had sent everyone else they knew a polite, but firm, text message, warning they weren’t to be disturbed.
Tonight was to be theirs.
A quiet candlelit evening just for them, to let go of all their woes, reacquaint themselves with each other’s bodies, and give in to all their carnal desires.
It was just what they needed. What they both needed.
Though he said nothing about it, she knew Richard had been feeling stressed. It was all the usual stuff, really, just the little things. Under pressure at his new job. Worried about money. The stresses of moving to a new city and starting a family. Fairly mundane, but her husband had always insisted on dealing with it all by himself, and it was taking a toll on him.
She wanted to help ease his burden, to take them back to how they used to be, even if it was only for one brief night.
And there was always that other thing.
That one little thing a small part of her was so insecure about.
Alice wasn’t usually the jealous type, but where Richard was concerned, she was possessive. She was possessive as hell, and it had not escaped her notice that other women were taking an interest in her husband. Of course, he had always been a good-looking man, but age, it seemed, agreed with him. The cute puppy she’d cornered in the stockroom had grown up into a fox that any red-blooded woman would have to be blind not to notice. And when they did, she had to resist the urge to go up to them and claw their eyes out.
Normally, she had the urge under control. However, Scarlet’s undisguised flirtations at the party had been the last straw.
Richard was hers. Her lover. The father of her baby. Her soul mate, and it was time she reaffirmed their bond.
Just imagining all the ways she could have her way with him, could brand him, mark him as hers, had her lip twisting devilishly as she slipped into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. She could get the ice cream out now, so that it melted a bit first. Or maybe it would be better to start with the wet celery, as they still had the flying helmet from that Halloween party the year before they moved and she could always use the egg whisk on his-
A frantic shriek sounded from somewhere on the floor above.
The door was sleek pine with a bronze plaque embossed with the legend, S. Holmes, Accounts Supervisor.
Being the boss’s daughter certainly had its perks.
Richard knocked once, then pushed on through without waiting for an answer.
Seated at the immense leather-topped oak desk that dwarfed her and the rest of the office, Scarlet was working on her computer. Behind her, floor to ceiling windows boasted a picturesque landscape of the river below.
