Over the past several weeks, Kim's libido had been raging. While she often went "shopping" she had actually bought very little. The sexy, blue-eyed blonde with the dazzling smile had received her share of gifts from admirers. All of them had kept her sexuality at a peak she had not known since high school. Keith complained -- he actually had
complained
last night -- that his new kinky wife was going to wear him out. She was slightly peeved by his comment and yet, she knew that she had to keep the moment light and jovial. "You'll go with a huge smile on your face, won't you darling?" She giggled. It hadn't worked, he was still scowling. It was time for her to take the bull by the horns. She decided that she would arrange to meet Carly for lunch tomorrow and see if Keith's secretary could help extricate the bug that had crawled up his ass.
She was enjoying her recent shopping trips, if the sexual adventures she had been having could indeed be classified as such. Orgies with beautiful women, that was more like it. She didn't need to cheat on Keith with another man, not as yet. She loved her husband and wanted to put a spark back into their marriage, when they first got married, sex was nightly and once or twice, feeling daring, she had fucked him at work. That Keith had vanished in a wisp of smoke and she wanted him back.
Technically, Kim knew what she was doing was still cheating. She was having sex with someone else, someone who was not her husband. She would admit to that and it angered her. She would have admitted her infidelities with other women
if
she thought that Keith could handle her bi-sexuality. Had he given her more sex and more affection, she might not have had all the women her libido had pushed her towards as of late. She more than likely would have shared, but Keith just wasn't that liberal in his thinking. His mind simply didn't work that way. It was a darned shame, because she knew that Ann Taylor had it bad for Keith and would have fucked his brains out if given half a chance. She wouldn't have minded that, she would have given them their own space, if asked -- she just didn't think Keith would be able to wrap his head around the concept of fucking anyone but her.
Thinking about sex had gotten her sex drive all churned up again. She thought about heading over to the mall to see if Julie or Skarlett -- or both -- were up for some fun and games. Maybe she could call Marcie -- oh no, she remembered that Marcie was out of town with her husband for the week. She could go see Ann, but if Ann happened to be busy, she would have wasted a trip for no good reason.
Weighing all of her options, Kim's cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, although she could see it was a local call. "Hello, Kim Prentiss speaking," She answered.
"Hello Kim, my name is Margot Deveraux," A voice that almost dripped with honey spoke on the other end of the line. "You were a customer in my store the other afternoon; I believe you spent a great deal of money on lingerie."
Kim shivered; this woman was Julie's boss. How much did she know about what had gone on between her and the pretty salesgirl? Skarlett had said she would smooth things over with Julie's boss -- had she failed in her efforts? Kim decided that she better play it cool and see if Margot tipped her hand.
"I did, Mrs. ..."
"Miss Deveraux, thank you."
"I most certainly did, Miss Deveraux, you have some lovely clothes and your salesgirl was very attentive. She helped me make
many
wonderful choices and was able to direct me to another store where I spent a great deal more of my husband's money," Kim chuckled softly.
"Ah yes, Skarlett's store -- she told me that you had dropped by when we had lunch yesterday," Margot told her. "I thought perhaps you might like to drop by again today -- there are a few new items we've just gotten in that I think would appeal to you and if so, I'd be willing to arrange a special price."
Kim really didn't need any more lingerie, it wasn't doing any good at home, but she thought Marcie or Ann might appreciate some new things on her. If she had time after, she could meet Skarlett for lunch or by then, Ann might well be free. "I'll be over as soon as I've showered and changed," Kim told the woman and hung up.
Kim ran upstairs to shower and change. She got out a plain yellow blouse and Capri pants and then thought of something Skarlett had said -- something about a "lunch break" with Margot. How much did the woman know about what had gone on between the three women? She put the Capri pants and blouse away, fluffed her hair and squeezed into a pair of black leather pants that barely gave her any breathing room. A cream-colored and low-cut blouse was worn over some of the new lingerie she had purchased from Margot's shop and high heels completed her ensemble. She intended to dazzle, something told her she would not regret that decision.
Kim looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror she kept by her bed. In her 30's, she was sexier, hotter, more vibrant than she had been in her 20's. Why on God's green earth could Keith not see that?
Kim decided to walk the short distance to Margot's store, enjoying the attention she garnered from passers-by. Kim had never been a shrinking violet, not then, not ever. She liked being the center of attention and she enjoyed the type of people who stood out in a crowd. Keith had been like that -- once. How had life beaten him down into such a dullard? There was a part of her that knew the answer -- Richard Stevens, one of the junior partners in her father's firm. On occasion, Keith would let it slip that he thought Stevens was a glory hog, taking credit for work that he barely supervised. Kim knew she had to find a way to talk to Jack, make her father see what a hard worker her husband was without crossing a line.
She was nearing La Vie En Rose now and as she got close to the window, Kim saw no sign of Julie or of any staff whatsoever. It was early in the day and she supposed they wouldn't be
too
busy, but the store was almost deserted. She entered the store and called out "Hello -- is anyone here? Miss Deveraux -- it's Kim Prentiss, we spoke on the phone a little while ago."
"I remember." The voice came from out of nowhere and Margot Deveraux did not so much walk into the middle of the room as
strode
