Bernice grumbled as she walked through the snow. She hated how her husband would not let her drive to work. They had three cars in the garage but they were his cars. She saw that the laneway wasn't plowed and that made her angrier.
Stepping into the large mansion, she heard silence. Had Eddie gone out? Was he volunteering at the homeless shelter again? She then was worried that maybe Ruth or Edith was over. She knew that Eddie had both a mistress and a girlfriend although he was too dumb to realize that they all knew about each other. It didn't matter really. He was a millionaire and spent money on them so it was fine, although she wondered if sometimes he loved his dog more then her.
She took off her winter boots and jacket then walked up the grand staircase to his office. It was cold in the house and there was a lingering smell of peanut butter coming from the kitchen. Bernice figured Eddie had eaten a peanut butter sandwich for both breakfast and lunch. She would have to clean up the kitchen later.
She shivered as she entered the upstairs hallway. It was freezing cold because Eddie didn't want to waste any money on heating. There was a space heater in the bedroom, the office, and the kitchen. He said that heating was a luxury that they couldn't afford. Bernice had tried to argue that since he was a millionaire that having heat in the house would be nice.
She walked in and saw Eddie doing the same thing he had been doing for the last two years. He was sitting on his comfortable chair hunched over his computer. He didn't have a fancy laptop. The computer was old and he was stubborn in buying a new one. He was typing away using only four fingers.
"Hi."
"Just a minute."
Bernice rolled her eyes. He was writing another story and until he was done, he wouldn't talk to anyone. She went and sat on what he used to use as a desk chair and watched as he typed out the last of the words. He quickly saved his work and then did a word count.
"Three thousand words! Take that Princess who thinks that a thousand words can make a story!" Eddie spun around and grinned at his wife. She was almost twenty years younger then him but even at forty she was getting old. There was a reason why he had Ruth and Edith. She was sitting in the chair and writing such a sexy story had caused his cock to be hard.
"Did you have a good day baby?" Bernice didn't know why she tried but Eddie had that look in his eyes that showed a bit of concern and love. He hadn't always been this way.
