Okay, it's not true and it's just a work of fiction. Don't try this at home.
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After sixteen years of marriage and four kids I always wondered how my husband Mark viewed me. Was I still his little sex kitten? I guess after my thirty-sixth birthday I was kind of sensitive to the facts of life. Gray hairs were invading the black and gravity was having the expected effects on my body.
At a dinner party I found Mark's eyes locked on our hosts pretty daughter, Amy. She was tall, lithe, platinum blonde like her mother, and with the most piercing blue eyes. And she was at this dinner party in a red satin dress and she'd fashionably forgot to wear her bra. I'd once looked that sexy myself, but that was years ago and four children ago. Mark followed the girl around the room with furtive, sneaky, glances and I was certain he wanted her.
It took a week or so of evening chats and hints for me to figure out that Mark really did have the hots for Amy. Now the whole thing called into question my marriage. Was it still as real as ever?
I had to know.
For a few years now I'd been dealing with malaria from a trip to Panama and it was under control. But from time to time it would act up and I'd be fairly helpless as the bout of fever worked its' course. I was usually up and around in a few days, but one occurrence had lasted a whole week. It was pretty easy to concoct my plan from there.
I feigned a fever and called Amy and asked her to come over and take care of the kids and the house until I got better. Needing the money I offered for school, she quickly agreed and her mother dropped her at the house an hour later. I acted woozy and told her what to do around the house and told her to get comfortable as there was a lot to do. Her cute clothes were quickly exchanged for sweats and she set herself to doing the chores.
She did a great job with the dinner and had it on the table when Mark got home. The look on his lustful face was priceless when he saw the object of his desires serving him dinner. I finished up and then slipped off to the guestroom to sleep. Our guestroom is downstairs and I made a little show of not wanting to go up the stairs, promising to move later in the evening. Funny, I actually did slip off to sleep while the night progressed and Mark came in around ten to gently wake me.
I told him I wasn't moving. We had a very brief discussion and then he agreed to have Amy sleep on the daybed in our bedroom. Amy was ambivalent, but she agreed and collected her things to take them upstairs.
The two of them left the room and I set my alarm clock for two in the morning. The clock radio turned on at the appointed time and I slipped upstairs to check on everyone. The kids were fast asleep but there was a light on in the master bedroom. I went around to the bathroom and eavesdropped on the conversation.
