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Kate walked in, quaking from nerves.
She’d never done this before, but
he wanted it. Wanted one
of them – the other wives.
Why not? he’d pleaded. Perfectly
normal thing to do.
Why not? she thought miserably.
Where to start? The women
were gorgeous, granted. And yet
the men… She could feel them,
eyes tracing her body, phantom
touch of fingers to follow.
Promise of night to come should
her keys be the ones they chose
from the bowl
of destiny nocturnal.
Kate sipped the wine, her body shuddered.
Why want her? The wives
were model-formed, blond, with smiles
of perfect ivory rimmed in seduction.
And Kate? Perhaps a taste
of the ordinary is extraordinary
when you have, and have had, everything else.
Forgiveness wasn’t a thing she was sure
she’d possess after tonight. Kate sighed.
All had seemed right, but for him
to lust after such things…
She crushed her hand into a fist,
fear replaced by anger, hot and wild.
How could he be so bored when
they hadn’t even had their first child?
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2016]