Book Three: Seducing my stepson when my husband wasn't home.

I stretched in bed, not expecting to feel anyone beside me, but I was pleasantly surprised to find that my husband was.

He must have come in while I was asleep. Philip had gone on a business trip three days prior, and since he didn't tell me when he would be back, I didn't know when to expect him. Well, at least he was here now.

I always slept naked, so it was easy to slide over to him and put my arms around him, my breasts pressing against his chest.

He stirred, and I knew he was now awake.

"Hey, baby," I said softly. "I didn't hear you come in last night."

Philip answered me with a grunt. He wasn't a morning person.

He was shirtless, and wearing pajama bottoms under the sheet. I trailed my hand down his stomach, heading for his cock. Philip turned away before I could reach it.

"I'm tired, Estelle," he said. "Let me sleep."

"But I miss you." I pouted, pressing myself to him again. "Don't you miss me? Let me make you feel good."

"Estelle!" Philip snapped. "Just let me sleep!"

Stung, I pulled away. It was always like this. I don't even know why I tried. Philip and I shared a bed, but it had been six months since the last time he touched me. Even on the rare occasions when he wasn't on a business trip, like now, he barely even looked at me.

It was a constant blow to my self confidence. I knew we both weren't young anymore. Philip was in his fifties, and I'd just turned forty. But that didn't mean we couldn't enjoy sex anymore, did it?

And I knew Philip was bullshitting me about wanting to sleep. I glanced at his alarm clock. It was five twenty five. In five minutes, the alarm would ring, and Philip would get out of bed immediately, preparing for another day of work. He never slept in, no matter how tired he said he was.

And I'm not just being a nagging wife. Like I'd told him many times, he didn't have to go to work early, or even go to work at all. He owned his company, and no one cared what the boss did. He was supposed to be preparing for retirement, not keeping long hours as if the business couldn't run a few minutes without him.

Like I'd predicted, his alarm rang by precisely five thirty, and Philip rolled out of bed. It was like clockwork.

Without even glancing at me, he went to the bathroom to freshen up. I remained in bed, sulking.

He had to be cheating on me. There was no other explanation. I glanced at his phone on his bedside table. He wouldn't be out of the shower for another three minutes, so I grabbed the phone and put in the password.

The password was incorrect. I tried again. For as long as I could remember, Phillip's password had been my birthday. When had he changed it? Why had he changed it?

I set the phone back where I found it, feeling strangely calm.

Once upon a time, I would have been furious, maybe even cried. Now, I realized that I didn't care. I had been the only one making an effort in this marriage. I even changed my body for him. When this distance first started, I thought that maybe he wasn't attracted to my body anymore because I was aging. I joined a gym and got a boob job.

I looked amazing now, and turned heads whenever I went out. So why didn't he want me still?

It wasn't my fault, I realized. Whatever was going on in Philip's mind, it wasn't caused by me. Maybe he just wanted a younger woman after fifteen years of marriage.

Whatever. He could go after younger women if that's what he wanted. I wouldn't try to bridge the gap anymore. I was tired of being pushed away. And who knows, maybe I would find a younger, more virile man. Someone who would give me what I wanted, and who could keep up with me in bed.

I was still thinking about that when Philip came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. The expression on my face must have been odd because he gave me a glance that was one second longer than usual.

Ignoring him, I got out bed, letting the sheet slide off my body. I thought he would at least stare at my naked body, but I was wrong. He had already entered his closet, looking for his suit of the day.

Shaking my head, I strolled out of the room, heading down to the kitchen. One of the advantages of not having any kids was that I could walk around the house anytime I wanted, wearing anything I wanted. Or in this case, wearing nothing.

I turned on the coffeemaker, poured myself a cup when it was ready, and began heading back upstairs. Usually, I made Philip's breakfast while he was getting ready for work. Today, I was going to curl up in bed with a cup of coffee, read my favorite romance novel, and take out my vibrator when Philip left for work.

Immediately I climbed up the last step, I bumped into a hard body that was about to head down the stairs too. At first, in the dim lights, I thought it was Philip. Then I noticed that this man was taller, had broader shoulders, and was infinitely more attractive. This man definitely wasn't Philip.

It was Jeremy. Philip's son and my stepson.

His eyes were wide in shock, but he was looking —really looking— at me.

I yelped, clapping my hands over my breasts to cover them. That would have worked, except I forgot I was holding a cup of hot coffee, and the liquid splashed out of the cup and splattered on my breast. I yelped again, holding the cup away. Jeremy immediately snatched it from me, his hand frantically trying to wipe the liquid off me.

We both froze at the same time, staring at each other.

Jeremy was supposed to be in college, not here at the house. He only came home during breaks. I was stark naked in front of him, and he currently had his hand on one of my breasts, trying to wipe coffee off.

My breasts tingled with something I recognized as pure, unadulterated lust. Jeremy's eyes were still wide, and I saw him take in the situation. His eyes took in my breasts then went lower. I knew what he was thinking, because I was thinking it too.

We both moved at the same time, scrambling backwards.

"I'm sorry," Jeremy said, still holding the coffee cup.

There was so much I wanted to say, and the first question on my mind was; what the hell was he doing here???!

I didn't say anything, just turned around, and raced to my bedroom, my cheeks flaming. I didn't want to think about the view from his end as I ran away in embarrassment. I hoped my ass didn't jiggle too much.