"Coffee, cream, sugar…" Tiffany Stevens muttered to herself as she flew about the kitchen in a spin. "Cups, saucers, mints and …" Her throat tightened as she fought to control her panic.
She knew she had to go into the sitting room- her sitting room, God damnit! -Play the part of congenial Hostess, her knickers torn and dripping his semen.
Laugh and joke with them all. Her wonderful husband Terry, blissfully unaware of being cuckolded in his own kitchen, Gina Stern no doubt still flirting with him… and Him.
Jeremy Stern, Terry's M.D. would be eyeing her performance with a cynical smile.. . Devouring her body with his piercing eyes - her short micro skirt, her long stockinged legs, her perky breasts under her white, see- through blouse -
‘Why had she dressed so provocatively.' She cursed her stupidity.
-Him, quietly triumphant at his easy conquest of her young body and worst of all, gloating over her humiliating orgasm, wrenched from her at his vile hands.
‘Have I helped my husband secure that damned promotion?' She pondered as she lifted the tray and pushed through the door. ‘Or had she betrayed her marriage vows and debased herself for nothing…'
Blocking out everything, she drew breath and prepared for her ‘big entrance‘, calling on all her past acting experience to appear relaxed and enjoying herself…
Just as she lifted the tray the door swung open and Gina Stern breezed in smiling. Tiffy gasped as she took the tray from her. She was a head taller than her, with bigger everything: Bigger smile, bigger teeth, bigger breasts that spilled over her low cut evening gown, bigger hips that swayed, showing generous bare flesh to one side as the high slit in her expensive couture dress. Tiffy couldn't help but admire the thirty something, refined Lady who motioned her to sit at her oak kitchen table.
"My dear, we need to talk. Lady to lady."
Tiffy sat as the waft of her expensive dior perfume filled the air. Gina leant forward and Tiffany's eyes drifted down to the magnificent cleavage that spilled forward.
‘So this is what Terry has been ogling, whilst she had endured Mr. Stern's attack. Damn him to hell.' Her anger passed in an instant across her wide, fresh, freckly face.
She hoped when she grew older that she would be as sophisticated as Gina Stern.
Seeming to read her mind, Gina stroked her golden curls off her trusting blue eyes.
‘So young, so pretty…' Her face clouded, then her reassuring smile was back. ‘You seem to have made quite an impression on Jeremy - I can see why."
Before Tiffy could recover, a long, red nailed finger crossed her lips.
"Hush and listen, my dear. We do not have long and I have been instructed to give you a very important message."
Gina drew up a chair and sat, her knees about Tiffy's her fce inches from the newly wed.
"I'm so sorry, Gina … but he gave me no choice, I promise!"
"I know sweetheart, its his way." She put her arms about Tiffy and drew her for a moment into her warm, generous globes. " He's quite a master at surprise, I can tell you!" She smiled. "…and he told me you were not entirely reluctant by the end…"
Tiffy flushed.
"No matter. You need to know the facts…" She flicked her long brown hair behind her ears and fixed her gaze on the squirming youngster. "Firstly, I am not Gina Stern, I'm Gina Walker."
Tiffy's big eyes grew even wider.
"My dear husband, George is an accountant on the fourth floor. He thinks I'm at my Mother's tonight - and every night, once a month for the last three years."
Tiffy sat up, her mouth opened but no sound came out.
