Louise stood in the middle of the living room with her heartbeat throbbing in her throat. She shifted her weight from one high-heeled shoe to the other. Come on. Her eyes glanced from the little clock on the DVD player to the bigger one on the wall that led to the kitchen. She sighed. Time is deliberately moving slow to make it worse. I know it is.
A light, warm breeze wobbled the blinds that covered the large window in front of her, and teased up goosebumps on her lower arms. She rubbed at them, her fingers trembling.
A car.
Louise raced across the floor, peeked through one of the slots, and exhaled in frustration. Her shoulders sagged and she nibbled at the fleshy pad of her bottom lip. For Christ's sake, come on.
An icy tinge of doubt tangled itself in the muscles of her tummy, winding them tighter and tighter, until she had to swallow to fight back a knot of nausea in her throat. She sucked a deep breath. "Calm down." Her eyes remained fixed on the visible patch of street, outside. Pleading for his vehicle to appear.
She waited, again.
The road lay empty in front of the house. Not even a taxi, or children out enjoying the last rays of the sun before it crept down behind the horizon and handed over the keys to the moon for the night shift.
Struggling to keep the heave of her bosom even, Louise made her way back over to the middle of the room. She checked her reflection in the large mirror above the fireplace. She fiddled with the straps of her pale-pink top, trying to get them to stay in the middle of her shoulders. Her nipples stiffened against the thin material as it jostled. She rubbed at one and for a split second everything seemed right. Like it reminded her of why she was doing all of this. And why it would all be worth it.
She stood in silence, brushing her fingertip against the swollen bud, imagining it to be the efforts of the stranger. The thought sent a shiver through her spine and rattled her teeth. She moaned and pulled her hand away. Soon. They'll be here soon. And then the fun will begin.
Her breathing eased and the fluttering of her heart reduced to a semi-normal rat-a-tat. She tried to picture the men. But couldn't. For some reason that made it more exciting. A gentle warmth spread between her thighs, and she clamped them shut to savour the tingling sensation.
A man I've never met before. Just for me. Her nipples became so hard they ached behind their restraints. She resisted the urge to touch them again. Not yet.
She appraised her clothing in the mirror. A low-cut top, flimsy and doing little to conceal the shape of her heaving breasts. She smiled. No bra. It would be impossible to hide that fact. And she loved it. So brazen. So unlike her in her every day life.
Arching her back a little, Louise leaned down to straighten the hem of her skirt. The blue, denim material clung to her thighs, a good few inches above her knees. Blatant. Slutty. She squirmed as another shiver fingered its way up her spine and pinched her shoulders around her neck.
Her panties dampened. The cool air of the room chilled the moisture against her skin as she moved. Part of her hoped it would be visible. When they get their first look. "Oh God. Hurry up." She moved back to the window and gazed out through the splits in the blinds.
She froze.
In the driveway, silent, and still, her husband's black car twinkled in the evening glow.
She reached out a hand to steady herself on the side of the sofa. "Jesus." Her lungs deflated and she struggled to get air back into them.
The driver door swung open. Her husband stepped out, smiling with eagerness, his eyes bright and wide.
Louise watched through the blinds, her breathing ragged and uneven. She gripped the material of the sofa tighter between her fingers, as if holding a hand for reassurance. Her vision blurred and she blinked it off. "Oh my God, I'm really going to do this." Her clitoris spasmed at the thought, but she resisted the urge to caress it.
A tall, well-built man in a suit barged his way out of the passenger seat. He stood himself up beside the car, stretched his arms toward the sky, and twisted his torso like someone cracking their bones back into shape after a twelve-hour flight.
"Very nice," Louise said, running her gaze from his thick, athletic legs to the narrow band of his waist, and beyond to the broad expanse of his chest. The swell of his shoulders made her moan. "Very nice, indeed."
Her heart stopped dead.
From the back door on the far side of the car, another man stepped out onto the driveway. Shorter, but stout, and boasting a fine build. He smiled at the other two men, but his lips twitched.
Nerves, perhaps? I know how he feels. Louise straightened herself up, checked her clothing again, and tried to calm the arrhythmia slapping against her ribs. She scurried through to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. It chilled her lips and throat as she gulped at it.
The front door opened.
Louise wiped her mouth, fiddled with the straps of her top, and stood tall on her heels. She wobbled, but hoped no-one would notice.
"Louise?"
"In here." She inhaled a deep, long breath, closed her eyes for a second, and prepared to face the night.
She moved toward the centre of theliving room.
"Hi," the tall man said, running his eyes around the furniture and walls. He wrung his hands together, and swallowed a little too hard.
"Hello," Louise said. She was shocked her voice didn't crumble into a terrified squeak. But, somehow, it didn't. Her hands trembled against her sides, and her legs wavered like a paper boat in a stream of rainwater.
"This is Graham," her husband said, pointing at the larger man. "And this is Phil." He nodded at the other man, who stood next to him.
"Hi Graham. Hi Phil." She tried not to be too obvious with the daggers in her eyes, toward her husband. You git. We agreed on one other man. She forced a smile through the tautness of her lips, and reached out a hand to greet her guests.
