My husband gathered me in his arms again, and this time my mind felt more at peace.
“We’ll just have to face it when and if the time comes,” he said as I felt him kissing the top of my head at the same time, I felt his growing erection pressed against my stomach.
Saturday, Heather knocked on my door just as she’d promised. When I answered, she held out my new blouse on a hanger, encased in plastic.
“Just as you requested, ma’am,” she said with a smile. Anyone watching would have seen a routine delivery from a high-end boutique.
“Thanks, you really shouldn’t have, won’t you come in?” I said, playing along.
As soon as the door was closed behind her, we were holding each other close, our lips touching. I was savoring the feel of her body and the hint of her familiar perfume.
“I love you
