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  She grinned when he came inside her. She clamped tighter onto his cock and then she came, too, clenching her eyes shut and leaning forward to suck a little on his neck.

  ‘Good, baby,’ she said. ‘That was so good. I wish I didn’t have to go to work, because I could do this all day.’

  She hopped off of his lap, her bare heels digging into the ground.

  Gavin stood and began gathering and replacing his own clothes. ‘I suppose you’d better,’ he said. ‘You can’t afford to miss any shifts, what with having to get your car back and all.’

  Marie didn’t miss a beat as she pulled her panties back over her hips. ‘Can’t get anything past you, can I?’

  Gavin didn’t ask for any more of an explanation than that. He was sure she had one ready to go, true or not.

  He watched her walk away, on to her destination, before he turned to go in the other direction.

  * * *

  Entering their home after work, Gavin tripped over a shoe. He didn’t know it was there. He didn’t know it was there because he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see it because the house was lit only by candles.

  ‘Don’t flip the light switch,’ Marie shouted from the bedroom. ‘It’s a surprise!’

  Gavin felt a familiar twinge of apprehension growing in his gut. Marie had been surprising him a lot lately, and it hadn’t been his birthday, or their anniversary, or Christmas, or even Valentine’s Day.

  But, when he walked into their dimly lit bedroom, his lips spread wide into a smile. Damn, he was starting to love Marie’s surprises.

  His lips weren’t the only thing that were spread. So were Marie’s lovely long legs, all over their queen-sized bed.

  ‘Trying to start a fire?’ Gavin asked, only because he was nervous and didn’t know what else to say. The candles were there. Scented and not. Tall, short, all different shapes and colours.

  The sight of his beautiful wife in the buff still sent Gavin crazy. Natural Italian tan with tight cheeks and brown freckles. She lay with her arms folded behind her head.

  ‘Something like that,’ Marie said. ‘Come here.’

  Gavin stepped closer to the bed. Marie reached up and tugged roughly on his paisley tie, bringing his face to hers. He tickled her with his straggly five-o-clock shadow.

  He climbed on top of her naked body. He breathed restless breaths on her full and firm breasts. He kissed one and then the other. He sucked firmly and fairly on her beige nipples.

  Marie’s hips rose from the firm mattress, taunting Gavin with the heat of her moistened cunt.

  ‘Kiss it,’ she said, beckoning him. ‘Kiss it now.’

  She coaxed him further by pushing the top of his head down in that direction and Gavin had no problem with that because, boy, did Gavin like to kiss it. He liked to look at it, too. He had to strain in the dimness of the candlelight, tonight, but that was OK.

  Marie had a few strands of grey there in that rectangular patch between her legs. It was a turn-on like no other. He had never seen anything like it, hadn’t known it was even possible.

  He had wanted to ask a friend about it once, but was embarrassed. Women got grey … Down there?

  It was a foolish question, a boy’s question, he knew.

  But his Marie, she was neither ashamed nor embarrassed. She didn’t try to pluck it, dye it or hide it. As a matter of fact, she let her legs fall open wider and pressed his head there harder.

  Then she handed him a candle and gave him the OK.

  Gavin poured hot melted blue wax down Marie’s sleek, milky body. She wiggled beneath the sudden sting of the heat and settled as it cooled on her naked skin.

  Through puckered lips, she begged for more, and Gavin happily gave it to her until the small jar was empty and Marie’s body was covered in cooled and dried wax.

  ‘I’m ready for you now,’ she said and beckoned him to her with a taunting finger.

  Gavin crawled up Marie’s body. Again she grabbed his tie and pulled his face close to hers for a passionate kiss.

  She barely let him get out of his suit. He undressed in a hurry, tossing the garments onto the carpeted floor. Now he was as naked as she, and hovering over her, his cock inches away from her warm inviting entrance.

  He had worked late, and Marie hadn’t even scolded him. She had greeted him with a sweet reward instead, which Gavin found to be supremely odd.

  How late was it, anyway?

  He glanced over at the digital clock and saw that it was dark. He looked down at the cord. It wasn’t unplugged.

  Gavin looked outside and noted there wasn’t a blackout either.

  No, just inside their house was there complete and utter darkness, but for the candles Marie had set up to distract him.

  Gavin sighed and carried on.

  He’d ask her about the electric bill later, or maybe not at all. If he was patient enough, he’d surely learn her reasons.

  * * *

  She was watching him towel off, fresh out of a hot shower. Marie’s eyes travelled the length of his white body, taking in his curly pale hair, blue eyes, thin pink lips. She always lingered on her favourite parts of him, his thick, firm fingers, his long, curved cock.

  Then Gavin’s eyes began to linger on Marie. Her right foot was firmly planted on a red-velvet-seated golden chair. She was wearing a black vinyl thong and nothing more. She was holding a purple silk scarf. Marie had something in store for him.

  She reached down and pressed play on the stereo.

  From the speakers came a song, slow and sensual. Her body began to move to match the tempo. She swayed from side to side, lowering herself to grind in an exotic dance. Then she rose back up, teasing her younger husband with her moves.

  It was like watching her fifteen years ago. Gavin dropped his towel and walked towards her. Marie took her foot off the chair and nodded towards it.

  ‘Have a seat,’ she said. ‘I’ve got something special for you.’

  Gavin did as he was told, placing his naked ass on the velvet seat. Marie stood in front of him, gliding up and down and side to side to the music. Watching her expert moves, Gavin felt that nothing had changed in fifteen years. True, they had both got older. But you couldn’t tell it from the way she moved.

  Marie leaned back, way back. Her body remembered how it used to be when she was dancing and teasing for dollar bills. He had never begrudged her that, had never made her feel bad about the way she made her money. To Gavin, when she was on that stage, she was the most powerful woman in the world. She had a room full of balls just resting in her palm and all she had to do, if she wanted, was squeeze.

  She quit, the day after they first kissed. Gavin hadn’t promised her a thing. That was how he knew she wasn’t after his money.

  Marie smiled when she achieved her goal, when she felt his stiff-as-steel erection against the slickness of her thong. And, as she would have done all those years ago, she simply kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for being such a generous and loyal customer.

  Then she cut off the music and sauntered away.

  * * *

  Gavin trusted Marie enough, but he began asking questions around town. After all, a man did have his pride. Both his mother and his sister had heard from Sarah at the cable place that his services had been disconnected for almost 24 hours before he had gone down to pay, and they had demanded to know why.

  Damn it, he wasn’t a little boy, and he wouldn’t be treated as such. So he went down to Neiman’s to see if his wife had made any big purchases lately. The answer turned out to be no, nothing more than a sweater and some perfume.

  And he asked Helen over at Bergdorf’s if Marie had special-ordered any suits or bags, but she hadn’t done so much as walk by the department store in the past six months.

  He suddenly realised that, since Marie had begun covering up her spending by giving him the most intoxicating and mind-blowing sex he had ever experienced in his life, she hadn’t bought a single ridiculously overpriced thing.

  It be
gan to make him wonder. If she wasn’t buying anything for herself, what was she doing? Was she buying something for someone else? Was she buying something else?

  Out-of-the-way hotel rooms perhaps? Expensive dinners for a new boy toy maybe?

  How foolish of him to think that a woman like her could be satisfied with just him for the rest of her life. Of course she was getting bored. Of course she wanted something new and exciting to tickle her fancy.

  Dear lord, was some other man tickling his wife’s fancy?

  Gavin was pacing back and forth across the living room. He couldn’t bring himself to go to work that morning, he was so upset with worry. It had all gone too far now.

  Was she …

  But there she was, coming through the door.

  ‘Marie, are you buying cock?’

  Hewalked straight up to her and screamed it in her face. He didn’t care about her shock. He didn’t care that she looked hurt. Marie was an older woman, a smart woman. She was good at playing on his feelings.

  ‘Buying what?’ Marie took a few uneven steps backward and placed her hands on her thin waist.

  ‘You heard me. I asked you if you were spending your damned money on some fucking new stud. Now you answer me.’ Gavin’s face was flushed with rage.

  He had never been an insecure man, not like this. The emotion felt foreign to him. He didn’t like it at all.

  Marie looked him up and down, as if he was a stranger, and stormed out of the room.

  She returned just a few minutes later with an envelope. She dropped it on the coffee table between them.

  ‘Open it,’ she spat out.

  Gavin hesitantly obeyed.

  He found what appeared to be a very elaborate and very expensive fishing trip to Alaska, complete with lessons.

  Gavin was speechless.

  Marie was not.

  ‘You should feel like a complete pile of shit,’ she said.

  He nodded.

  ‘Another man, indeed,’ she continued.

  She took off her uniform apron and hung it on the coat-rack near the front door.

  ‘I know,’ Gavin said.

  ‘How the hell could you?’She glanced back sharply at him.

  ‘I know,’ Gavin said again.

  ‘I ought to slap the hell out of you.’

  She drew her hand swiftly back to do just that, but Gavin grabbed it and pulled her to him instead. Then he kissed her, squeezing her ass, finally and silently agreeing with his older and wiser wife.

  * * *

  ‘It’s not all about the money, honey.’

  Gavin listened to the words roll off Marie’s sweet little tongue.

  She was right; it was hardly about the money at all. It was mostly about him and her, her and him, which was why they were mostly into fishing these days, rather than punching a clock and bringing home a check.

  Fishing and making love, that is.

  Gavin put his line down, reached over and did the same to Marie’s. They could wait for a tug while he lay back and stroked the few strands of grey in her hair.

  That sure was sexy. She sure was sexy, with her bare feet and long, flowing skirt. She didn’t bother with a bra underneath his sleeveless shirt. She was always wearing his shirts, and sometimes his shorts too. Gavin thought that was sexy.

  He eased Marie onto her back on the damp spring grass. Fuck the line. Fuck the fish. Fuck the money. Right now, he wanted to thoroughly fuck his forty-three-year-old honey.

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