The Tempted and The Temptress

Chapter 10

I can’t believe him!  Walking into my house (well, our house) after a long day of work and who do I see, none other than the Miss Emilie, that woman from his job he used to date.  He knows I can’t stand her, and with a passion.  I mean I was wondering about who’s car was sitting outside when I pulled up, but never would I  have imagined her.

            I was going to just ignore the tow of them, but I decided not to, especially since the prize was definitely mine.  I changed into a short, but cool dress without underwear, then went back downstairs to the living room.  I was about to put on the best show of my life.

            “Hello, Tamara,” Emilie said, as she saw me approaching.  She seemed sincere while sitting in front of my husband with a winter green wrap dress that became a low cut on her breast, and fell just above the knees.  She was always beautifully dress and if I didn’t dislike her, she would be an obvious shopping buddy. “Good to see you again.”

            “Hi, Tammy,” Playboy said, looking up to me as I walked in.  I could see his eyes drinking me up as I sashayed in.

            “Hey love,” I replied, in an ultra sexy voice hoping to get the fire lit. “I missed you today.” I pretty much ignored Emily’s presence completely.

            “Hump, well, we know who the child will get the manners from,” Emilie mumbled loud enough for me to hear.

            “Oh, hi, Emilie,” I said, my eyes never leaving Playboy.  “Didn’t realize there was anyone else in the room worth my immediate attention.”

            I stepped toward Max and sat on his lap.  He shifted, a bit uncomfortably. I had a smile on my lips.

            “Tammy?” he whispered in my ear.

            “So what brings you here today,” I said to Emilie.  My eyes never left Playboy’s and he was definitely on me.  I started playing with his shirt buttons.

            “Well, Max invited me over.  Could never refuse such an offer for him to cook for me.   It absolutely makes to work more enjoyable,” Emilie responded.  I’m sure for my benefit.  I leaned up against Max so he could smell me.

            “Is that right?” I responded.

            “Yep.”

            “I wonder what for?”

            “Oh, no real reason, but you know how those visits are for,” satisfaction was definitely in her voice.  Can we say blind and stupid?  I then kissed Playboy on his jaw line.

            “Tammy,” Max said, more sternly.

            “Well,” I said, kissing his jaw again.  “As you can see,”

            “You have.”

            Kiss on his cheek. He shifted.

            “Overstayed..”

            I kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

            “You welcome.”

            And I gave him a passionate kiss on his lips.  I heard a sharp intake of air from behind me and I rejoiced.  I then, however, remembered how good Playboy felt and I broke away.

            When I turned to face Emilie, shaking and a bit weak, her shocked expression was still on her face. I smiled and asked, “Shall I walk you out?”