It is common knowledge that one thing about the Lion is that he would rather sulk in silence. This was one of the things that those who have read about me have figured out. Before my late wife passed, my life was work and her. After her passing, I remained at my home to mourn. It was because of Marcie's insistence to check on me that I had any human contact at all. When we started being more intimate, we started doing more things outside of our houses. This was one of the reasons why she and Aubrey had been working on different ideas lately. Aubrey knew that Marcie could convince me of anything. So, it came as no surprise that Marcie was involved in the pool party already.
I came home with the Thai food I ordered as a way of a peace offering. I felt like I ticked her off earlier. It seemed a bit too simple though. I couldn't place my finger on it, but the way Aubrey was at the ready with both the flowers I sent earlier and ordering the takeout. I started to smell set up.
"Leo is that you?" she asked, wearing the swimsuit she bought at the shop with Aubrey earlier in the week.
Yeah, it was a set up. Those who read a few chapters back know which swimsuit it was. This was the green one with the thong back end. She wasn't wearing the skirt this time. I started picking out my words carefully.
"Beloved, I brought dinner."
"That's awfully kind of you, Master," she replied with a wink.
I started to unbag it as I pondered my next move. I knew she was up to something. I am guessing it had to do with footing the bill for Aubrey's party. It was as I was thinking that I felt her arms around me. I was savoring her embrace. Marcie knew she didn't need to seduce me into anything. I'm an easy mark when it came to her. The thing is she still worked just as hard to do that because she loved the feeling that she made it happen versus just asking. It took a few moments to notice that her hug felt different. It was when I turned that I noticed the puddle of fabric on the floor, and she was naked holding me. Yeah, it was working.
"I didn't want to get my new swimsuit dirty before the party tomorrow night," she said.
I leaned in to kiss her before my first question.
"Aren't you afraid of everyone seeing the back end?"
She paused.
"I honestly didn't consider that."
I kissed her again.
"You could use one of your other suits."
She returned the kiss.
"Is this one of your worries?"
I kissed her back. Then I growled.
"I love it when you dress to impress. I'm not worried about it. Everyone noticing how hot my wife is. It's every guy's dream really."