Reluctantly, Lucinda rolled to lie on her back, looking not at her female companion, but up at the ceiling. She knew her breasts and pubic patch were being studied.
“You are a beautiful woman,” Esmeralda noted. “Your husband is a lucky man.”
Slowly, Esmeralda started on Lucinda’s breasts, gently manipulating the tops of them within her hands. It was then a new idea came to her. The recipient, however, was thinking of Manolo and how much easier he was to love in gentler situations.
“I know my husband loves me. I know I love him. It’s just that these other things are getting in the way. I think I’ve been a good wife to him. I really do. At times, I get so confused.”
Esmeralda’s hand drifted downward to rub Lucinda’s stomach.
“Again, you are a beautiful woman. Your husband is fortunate
