Jackie had tried just about everything. Romantic dinners, new lingerie, late night massage. Bob, her husband, just was not interested. Twenty years of marriage and things had definitely gotten too routine.
For her though, this was it. At forty-one, she was where she wanted more. She had as much as told him, and nothing changed. Worse, it was like he wasn't even trying anymore. Once more, she figured, she'd try to do something about it. She was going to satisfy herself that she'd done all that she could, at least.
She came up with an idea that she really was proud of. It was a little mysterious and it took them out of their element. It would seem like an affair when it wasn't. Hopefully, it would entice him. Excite him.
The envelope just had a "B" on it. It was small like an invitation, and the card inside did invite. When it was opened, a scent of unique perfume would release. The message would be brief and direct.
"Come to the pool house. Let yourself in. Come upstairs."
She thought about how on Thursdays he came by the house early like clock work at three before going back out to a dinner meeting. She left the card in the foyer for him, and walked out to the pool house in the back. Her thin robe was blowing about in the breeze as she walked to the small house behind the pool. She held it close to herself and felt the satin on her bare skin as she walked.
Inside, she didn't turn on the light, leaving the downstairs dark except for the light that barely came in from the curtained windows. She paused at the stairs leading up to the one loft bedroom. Slowly, she let the robe slide from her shoulders onto the stairs, and she spread it out so that it laid open up the first few stairs. Once she had it just as she wanted so that it appeared she took it off as she was climbing the stairs, she did go upstairs.
Climbing each step carefully, she already was feeling excited. This was the poolhouse that people used often when they came over for a swim or a party, and here she was nude going upstairs. She wondered why she hadn't thought of this before.
In the room upstairs, she yanked back the covers of the bed, letting them go over to the corner of the room and leaving just the clean white sheet and couple of pillows. She pulled the lone curtain so that only a slight ray of light appeared.
"Yes," she thought to herself. "This could be anywhere. Far from here and totally alone."
She eased herself down to the bed and laid there for a couple of moments. She'd given herself a little bit of time to just relax, and she thought of just how quiet and calm it was there. Her breathing slowed and she felt very relaxed.
She let her fingers lightly dance on her breasts, and her nipples soon hardened. She felt that warmth come to her. Her fingers started down her stomach when she paused. Another idea came to her. She sat up in the bed and looked around. She couldn't find anything that would work for what she had in mind.
