"See you in three months." Mark leant over to give her a quick kiss before walking down the path to where the taxi sat waiting. He lifted his hand to her before stashing his bag in the back and getting in the car. Amy waived until the car was no longer in sight before closing the door and leaning against it.
She wiped the stray tear away, mentally berating herself for getting upset over something she knew was coming. Mark had told her from the outset of their relationship about his job on the oil rig that meant he was away from home for three months at a time. She had told him it was okay, she'd be fine and she had been fine when they were just dating but now they were married and she could feel the emptiness of his leaving more than ever now.
Giving a herself a mental shake, Amy ran up the stairs to the top floor of the house where Mark had converted the top floor into their own little suite with a large double bedroom, luxury bathroom and a second bedroom converted into a comfortable sitting room where they could relax in private if they wished rather than mingling with his mother and sister who lived in the house with them.
When they had married she had wondered about moving in with his mother and sister but he had said that it would be good for her. She would have company when he was away and it would save them money so that they could save up for their own place. The money his mother asked for their board was less than half the cost of renting their own place. Seeing the logic in his argument she had agreed and looking back it had been a good idea. She rarely saw the other two women, Julie was away at university and his mother, Layla, was busy with her entertainment business but it was nice knowing that at least one of them would be in the house with her whilst Mark was away.
She looked down at the rumpled bed, thinking it would be three months before she and Mark would be intimate again. Would he miss her? she wondered as she straightened the covers. She wished that they'd had wild, passionate sex before he left so that she would have something to tide her over until his return but it had been his normal, regular shag. Under the covers, a little bit of foreplay to arouse her before a few quick thrusts in the missionary position until they both came. Routine and boring, lacking the searing passion she wanted to experience with him. Despite the hints she had dropped, her attempts at seducing him into something wilder sex was still the same routine when they went to bed and when they woke up.
"Amy? Amy, are you home?" Layla's voice floated up the stairs as she entered the house.
"I'm up here," Amy replied, going out onto the landing.
"Good, I need you to help me a moment. Can you come down to my room?"
Curious, Amy descended the stairs and entered the master bedroom where Layla was putting a bag on the bed. The room was similar to the one she and Mark shared, only this had an ensuite bathroom attached to it. The wall facing the foot of the bed was taken up with floor to ceiling mirrored wardrobes rather than their plain wooden ones whilst a large kingsize bed dominate the room.
Amy felt strange being in her mother in law's room. She didn't know whether it was the sight of the huge bed with the red and black silk bedding or the wall of mirrors that unsettled her. She felt tingly, like she sometimes did when she persuaded Mark to rent a soft porn movie for the weekend.
"I bought a dress for my friend, Claire. The girls I work with set us all a challenge to buy a dress for one of them for the next party night we're attending. Claire's the same size as you so I just want to check that it fits right before I wrap it up. Would you be a dear and try it on for me?"
