"I'm leaving now, ma'am," Eileen told Arlene. "Are you sure you and Mr. Atherton don't want me to stop by tomorrow and cook some meals for you."
"You have the weekend off Eileen," Arlene told the maid. "Enjoy yourself, spend some time with your daughter, take it easy. William and I will survive, I guarantee it."
"You sure, ma'am?" the maid asked.
"Get out of here, Eileen," Arlene said, feigning anger. "I don't want to see your face around her again until Monday morning!"
Eileen laughed. "Yes, ma'am," she said, and left.
An hour after the maid departed, Arlene met her husband, William, at the front door and they shared a long, passionate kiss. His folks were due to return from an around the world trip the following weekend, so Arlene had arranged for them to have this weekend alone.
She was looking forward to having her husband to herself for a change. She liked Eileen, and was starting to get used to having a maid, but it didn't allow her much private time with William.
"We have the house to ourselves all weekend. Is there anything in particular you'd like to do?" Arlene asked her husband after their kiss ended.
William grinned at his wife. "That's a silly question," he replied. He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him.
Arlene felt her husband's swollen member pressing against her and went a little weak inside.
Then William released her. "Before we begin our journey of passion," he said, "why don't we get something to eat? Then we won't have to interrupt whatever we're doing later."
Arlene giggled. "All right," she said. "But I have to change if we're going out. I've been helping Eileen with the cleaning and I'm a mess."
William didn't think his wife looked messy, but he didn't argue with her. He watched her walk up the steps and waited until he heard their bedroom door close then, quietly, he slipped up the stairs.
When he opened the bedroom door he was shocked. Arlene was lying naked, her arms outstretched, on their bed. "What took you so long, darling?" she asked.
The love-making that followed was quick, but sweet. After they finished, Arlene took a quick shower. Once they were dressed, they went out to get something to eat.
William thought his wife's outfit was terrific. She had on a clinging pale blue jersey blouse and a loose white wraparound skirt.
"You look gorgeous," he told her as they walked down the driveway toward William's BMW.
"I'm glad you think so," Arlene replied. "I love you and I want to look pretty for you."
"I love you, too," her husband replied. "And you always do look pretty for me." He paused and chuckled. "Even when you don't have clothes on."
"William!" Arlene exclaimed, blushing furiously.
William drove to a small, trendy restaurant known for its intimate atmosphere and excellent food. The restaurant, located in the basement of a business block, had booths along one wall, tables in the middle, and a bar along the other wall. The decor was an eclectic mixture of modern and antique. They were lucky enough to be seated in a booth in a dimly lit corner.
"This is very nice," Arlene said as she slid into the booth.
"It is, isn't it?" William replied. "And I understand the food is excellent, too."
Their server, whose name was Martine, brought them menus, asked if they wanted cocktails, then left to get the cocktails and give them time to decide which of the eatery's delicacies they wanted to order.
Arlene held the menu in front of her, gazing at it. There were so many things listed, and all of them sounded really delicious, so it was hard to decide what to order. Something brushed her breast and a thrill shot through her. She looked down, saw her husband's hand was on her breast, then looked into his grinning face. "William!" she whispered. "What on earth are you doing?"
"If you keep holding your menu like that," he whispered. "Nobody can see what I'm doing." He became bolder. His hand sought, then found, one of her distending nipples and teased it through the soft material of her blouse.
"Ohhhhhh!!!!" Arlene moaned softly while her husband toyed with her nipple. She continued to hold the menu, although she could no longer read it. And, since she was trembling, the menu was, too.
"What will you be having?" William asked. His hand continued to drive his wife wild.