her. “These things are complicated .” Trailing his hand down her spine , he couldn’t help but notice that t he thin material of her tank didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Fishing through the black vinyl bag she carried, Marge pulled out a wad of tissues. Dabbing her eyes, she smiled. “I can be your wife. I know how to make you happy.”
As Marge sidled up to him, Bri an inhaled her fragrance. He remembered it from the night they screwed in the back of the Escalade. She had been wearing a leopard print thong and the memory still got him going. He loved the way she made him feel like a man, desiring every inch of his body. Both of his brothers used to call him gay. Still in Georgia, they were the ones stuck with fat heifers for wives. After years of making his childhood hell, Brian gloated on their misery. They would never know what it was like to lay a woman as wild as Marge.
“You don’t need to be my wife to make me happy.”
Marge laced her hand around his and guided his fingers across her cool skin. His entire body hummed in response as she sent him exploring under her tank and around the full mound of her breast. As he touched her nipple, a sigh escaped her lips. She had lovely breasts and he wanted to savor them again .
All of her again…
His eyes traveled back up to her luscious mouth. She tantalized him by moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Brian pulled away. He desired her, but couldn’t do anything about it now. Angela was getting ready for bed and he would have a lot of explaining to do.
“Now isn’t a good time for me,” he rasped. With Marge tempting him, he no lon ger felt the chill in the air.
“Tomorrow?” she asked, fishing for her keys.
“Maybe.”
She leaned in closer and kissed him vigorously.
“No ‘maybe.’ T omorrow.”
As Marge headed down the walkway, Brian couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips. She darted across the street, disappearing into her parked car .
He should have made a clean break. He should have insisted it was over.
But she’s so damn hot.
Stepping back into the house, he found Angela sitting at the bottom of the staircase . Her long hair spilled around her face. From the way she held her head in her hands, he knew she wasn’t going to just let this slide.
God forbid she waits until tomorrow to have me castrated.
Glancing up at him, Angela’s face blanched .
“Rachel’s gone,” she choked.
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MARGE
Thursday 9:25 PM
As Marge unlocked the apartment’s deadbolt, she could hear the thrumming bass of her stereo’s sound system. When she left, Katie was lounging across the couch, watching a “Teen Mom” marathon on MTV. Marge told her not to wait up, but from the scent of smoke that floated into the hallway – it was clear her daughter made other plans.
Dropping her purse on the rocking chair next to the door, Marge glanced around the cramped space. She hated the living room’s dated shag carpet, but was proud of the decent sofa her lawyer insisted Williston give her after the divorce. She saved for the coffee table and lamps through K-Mart’s layaway plan, but what really gave the place panache was her Precious Moments Collection. It was on display in the corner of the room in a mirrored curio cabinet.
The apartment was only temporary until Marge could upgrade her and Katie to a nicer home . A home like Brian’s on Maple Avenue would be perfect. Until then, she and Katie would need to start acting the part of a preacher’s family. It was time they showed others just how high-society they were.
Following the trail of clothing across the floor, Marge peeked into Katie’s room. Propped against a boy, her daughter wore only a bra and panties. A quick glance at the male, revealed his perfect tanned skin in nothing but boxer shorts. The two were sharing a joint.
“Can’t
Fishing through the black vinyl bag she carried, Marge pulled out a wad of tissues. Dabbing her eyes, she smiled. “I can be your wife. I know how to make you happy.”
As Marge sidled up to him, Bri an inhaled her fragrance. He remembered it from the night they screwed in the back of the Escalade. She had been wearing a leopard print thong and the memory still got him going. He loved the way she made him feel like a man, desiring every inch of his body. Both of his brothers used to call him gay. Still in Georgia, they were the ones stuck with fat heifers for wives. After years of making his childhood hell, Brian gloated on their misery. They would never know what it was like to lay a woman as wild as Marge.
“You don’t need to be my wife to make me happy.”
Marge laced her hand around his and guided his fingers across her cool skin. His entire body hummed in response as she sent him exploring under her tank and around the full mound of her breast. As he touched her nipple, a sigh escaped her lips. She had lovely breasts and he wanted to savor them again .
All of her again…
His eyes traveled back up to her luscious mouth. She tantalized him by moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Brian pulled away. He desired her, but couldn’t do anything about it now. Angela was getting ready for bed and he would have a lot of explaining to do.
“Now isn’t a good time for me,” he rasped. With Marge tempting him, he no lon ger felt the chill in the air.
“Tomorrow?” she asked, fishing for her keys.
“Maybe.”
She leaned in closer and kissed him vigorously.
“No ‘maybe.’ T omorrow.”
As Marge headed down the walkway, Brian couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips. She darted across the street, disappearing into her parked car .
He should have made a clean break. He should have insisted it was over.
But she’s so damn hot.
Stepping back into the house, he found Angela sitting at the bottom of the staircase . Her long hair spilled around her face. From the way she held her head in her hands, he knew she wasn’t going to just let this slide.
God forbid she waits until tomorrow to have me castrated.
Glancing up at him, Angela’s face blanched .
“Rachel’s gone,” she choked.
1 4
MARGE
Thursday 9:25 PM
As Marge unlocked the apartment’s deadbolt, she could hear the thrumming bass of her stereo’s sound system. When she left, Katie was lounging across the couch, watching a “Teen Mom” marathon on MTV. Marge told her not to wait up, but from the scent of smoke that floated into the hallway – it was clear her daughter made other plans.
Dropping her purse on the rocking chair next to the door, Marge glanced around the cramped space. She hated the living room’s dated shag carpet, but was proud of the decent sofa her lawyer insisted Williston give her after the divorce. She saved for the coffee table and lamps through K-Mart’s layaway plan, but what really gave the place panache was her Precious Moments Collection. It was on display in the corner of the room in a mirrored curio cabinet.
The apartment was only temporary until Marge could upgrade her and Katie to a nicer home . A home like Brian’s on Maple Avenue would be perfect. Until then, she and Katie would need to start acting the part of a preacher’s family. It was time they showed others just how high-society they were.
Following the trail of clothing across the floor, Marge peeked into Katie’s room. Propped against a boy, her daughter wore only a bra and panties. A quick glance at the male, revealed his perfect tanned skin in nothing but boxer shorts. The two were sharing a joint.
“Can’t
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