In a well-attended civil ceremony, Lauren made an honest woman out of the only girl she ever loved. Lauren and Sue had it all—a modest home in a trendy neighborhood, two wonderful children, a thriving catering business, and an enviable relationship. Most everyone thought their life was ideal. And it was. Until Sue lost interest in preserving the very elements that formed the foundation of their devotion, and Lauren committed the ultimate sin that threatened to destroy everything they had built.


“Let’s get you something dry to wear.” Carole walked demurely out of the garage, and I bit my lip hard at one look at her ass.

“Wait here.” She was back in minutes, holding a pair of black nylon pants with elastic around the waist and ankles decorated with double white stripes on the outer legs. They looked brand new, and while outdated, at least they were dry. In her other hand, she had an unopened package of Hanes undershirts. “These were going to the Salvation Army, sorry, but I hope this will be okay for now. You can change in the bathroom over there.” She pointed to a door off the kitchen and opposite the formal dining area.

I couldn’t decide between keeping my wet underwear on or not and opted to be dry, only the white t-shirt without a bra was more revealing than I’d planned; at least the nylon pants had a cotton lining. I reasoned that I could always ask for a loaner sweater to cover my tits, now that my nips were like two sharp, obvious points.

The moment she spotted me, her eyes enlarged as she gobbled me up in her gaze. It had been forever since anyone looked at me with that much lust. Talk about the top ten feel-good moments, and this one rated pretty high up on the list. She may have cleared her throat, but I was too busy clearing mine to be sure.

When she spoke, her voice was lower and huskier than before. “Sit, please. With my luncheon cancelled, you must help me eat all these goodies.”

We drank coffee and consumed rich desserts on fine china with polished silverware by candlelight.

I wolfed down a super-rich, dark-chocolate truffle that completely melted in my mouth. Sue had truly outdone herself. I’d have thanked her, if I wasn’t still angry about another fight on the same old subject. I couldn’t help it if the kids got all excited to see me and refused to go to bed. I reached for a homemade cannoli this time. Sue started with the freshest ingredients and had a gift in culinary arts. “These are sinful,” I said, between luscious bites and too absorbed in these tantalizing sensations from my taste buds to another bud enlarging in my lower region. Chocolate was the ultimate aphrodisiac, and its mood-enhancing properties faithfully landed in my crotch. “It’s a shame that eating too many of these will make us fat.”

“We could work it off.” Carole winked with a wanton look in her eyes.

Warning bells blared in my brain above the howling winds. “We could, but we’re not going there.” I pushed away from the table and stood as firmly as I could.

“Why not? Doug installed the latest in exercise technology.”

“We have no power, remember?”

“Oh, right. What did you mean by not going there?” She lifted her cup off the saucer and tentatively took a sip of the tepid brew. “You’re one hard nut to crack.”

“And you’re an insufferable tease.”

“How so?”

“By flaunting your butt in my face, for starters.”

“I do not!”

“What do you call the alluring outfits you wear whenever I come to deliver?”

“Why don’t you deliver and find out?”

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