Lindsey Malloy shivered and pulled her robe tightly around her body. She wasn't cold. She checked her make-up in the mirror and patted her dirty blonde hair, but she wasn't vain - not really. She was still a good looking woman; the wild locks framed a friendly, heart shaped face. She smoothed lotion on her recently shaved legs - still slim and nicely tapered. She repeated the moisturising process under her chin and on her neck working down to the upper slopes of her full breasts - still quite firm but maybe a little heavy, she thought. Her emerald eyes blazed back at her reflection, but she wasn't angry; not really; not any more.
Harry Malloy drained the last black dregs of his usual evening Guinness and smacked his lips appreciatively.
"Have you time for one more, Harry?" asked his friend, Sean.
Harry looked at his wrist watch. He knew that his wife, Lindsey would have prepared dinner and would be waiting for him. But Sean and he had been friends and, more importantly, drinking partners for many years now and this was always going to me more important to Harry than a home cooked meal.
"Just the one, okay Sean? Then why not come back and eat with me? Lin always cooks more than enough!"
"Are you sure, Harry? Your Lindsey is a fine woman. I wouldn't want to go upsetting her now."
"It'll be fine, Sean. Don't worry yourself. We'll have one more pint and then off, okay?"
For the third time in the last half hour, Lindsey checked the oven and tried to ensure that her husband's dinner wasn't completely ruined. He was late again but, over the years, she had come to expect that. But she wasn't angry anymore; just frustrated.
It had been five weeks now. Five long weeks since her husband had made love to her - even touched her for that matter and the frustration had almost reached a fever point. She had thought about an affair - too much hard work! Masturbation had been her salvation, but now, even that had lost much of it's appeal. She needed a man and she needed him now! She smiled to herself wickedly as she considered the surprise that she had in store for her unknowing husband. She had never been much for spells and potions, but the liquid aphrodisiac that she had bought and that was currently bubbling away in the oven with her husband's stew, was, she had been assured, completely without taste and thus virtually undetectable. She was determined that, tonight, she was going to get laid! Just have one more quick shower, she thought, heading upstairs for the bathroom, that should give Harry enough time to get home.
Harry and Sean entered an empty, but warm kitchen.
"Where's Lindsey?" Sean asked as he gratefully inhaled the sweet, aroma's of home cooking.
"Ah, probably watching TV upstairs," Harry replied as he opened the oven door. "No problem, Sean. The food's still good. We'll share it between us. You hungry?"
Sean nodded and seated himself at the kitchen table. The thick, Irish stew that his friend was heaping onto a plate for him did indeed look good. Since Sean's divorce and subsequent relocation to the small apartment, he had lived mainly on junk and convenience foods. The thought of a good home cooked meal piqued his taste buds and almost had him dribbling with anticipation.
The two men sat in silence as they devoured the meal and washed it down with another beer each from the fridge.
Lindsey quickly turned the water off when she heard the noises from downstairs. Good, she thought, he's home at last!
Not bothering to dress completely, she pulled on a pair of white cotton panties and put her robe back on. Her body tingled from the heat of the water. She felt good. She felt alive. She felt horny!
"Well, it's about time you got back, Har -"
Her voice tailed off as she entered the kitchen and saw that her husband was not alone.
"Oh..er...hello, Sean. I didn't realise you were here. Er...How are you?"
"I'm grand, Lindsey. Just fine thank you." Sean replied in a friendly manner.
He had known Harry's wife for nearly as long as he had known Harry himself. She had always been a very attractive woman, but to Sean, now, for some reason, she looked really sexy.
Lindsey caught her breath as she saw the almost empty plates in front of the two men. A horrified expression crept over her face.
"You don't mind, do you?" asked Harry innocently, "Sean was hungry and you always make such a lot!"
Lindsey looked back in disbelief. The adulterated meal was meant for her husband alone, but now that Sean had eaten it as well she wasn't sure what would happen.
"Er...no, that's fine, Harry. Is it okay?"
Both men nodded and began verbally praising the virtues of Lindsey's cooking in enthusiastic tones.
"Good." Lindsey continued slowly, "I'm just going into the lounge. Think I'll watch some TV."
Alone again in the kitchen, Harry looked at his friend.
"Looks good, doesn't she." he said simply.
"Sorry Harry. I know I was looking, I don't know what came over me! Lindsey's a great looking woman y'know. She just looks so horny tonight!"
"I know what you mean, mate. I haven't given her a second thought recently, but tonight, jeez, she just looks so hot!"
"I know that look, Harry! Okay, I'll go so you two can get it together!"
"Wait a second," Harry said, why go? We've shared my dinner - why not share my wife?"
Sean gazed at his friend incredulously. He searched Harry's face for signs of jesting but found none.
"You serious, Harry? Because, if you are, I'm right up for it!"
Harry grinned. "Come on. Lets go see Lindsey, just follow my lead!"
Lindsey switched the TV off and put on a CD when her husband and his friend entered the lounge. She could see something in their eyes as they looked at her. The men seemed to be visually undressing her, devouring her with their eyes.
"Don't look now," said Harry as she stood up from the CD player, "but you seem to have popped out, love!"
Lindsey looked down and was embarrassed to see that her robe had loosened and one of her breasts had fallen free of the garment. She sat down quickly and tucked herself back in, pulling the belt on the gown tighter.