DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories
I wanted that heat, that rush, something that made me feel young again, even though I was only thirty.
I started wearing sheer things around him. Blouses that slipped just enough to hint at the top of my breasts, skirts and dresses so short they barely behaved when I moved. And he noticed.
He’d give me that soft, boyish smile, then sometimes a quick little wink that made my stomach tighten more than I liked to admit.
Today, I sat by the swimming pool with the sun pressing warm against my skin.
The house was quiet with just the two of us around. I had sent Catherine, the house cleaner, on a two-day break since my husband wouldn’t be back for another week.