Curt Aldrich

Wild neighborly wife

CHAPTER ONE

Carol had just hung up on Hyatt, her husband, when the doorbell rang.

"Just a minute!" she shouted, trying not to sound angry. She was angry, though – not angry at whoever was at the door, but angry at Hyatt.

It was their fifteenth wedding anniversary, and Hyatt had completely forgotten it. Not only that, but he didn't know when he'd get home tonight from the office. He had a lot of work to finish before he could leave, he claimed.

Carol hadn't mentioned to him the candlelight dinner she'd spent all afternoon preparing, nor had she mentioned the black, see through negligee she was wearing, with nothing on underneath, the negligee that had in the early days of their marriage provoked him to jump on her like a randy animal whenever she wore it for him.

Why bother to say anything! He had completely forgotten their wedding anniversary this year – again! – and if she mentioned the fact to him, he would simply have told her that he was sorry, but he had a lot on his mind, and business was business, after all. And if she expected to be able to put dinners on the table in the future, or to buy fancy clothes and furniture, then she must learn not to get upset about his staying late at the office once in a while.

He'd been giving her those same lines for years. He was hopeless! Absolutely hopeless!

As she ran up the stairs to find her robe, the doorbell rang again, and she shouted loudly that she'd be right there. Despite her hurry, she paused a few seconds in front of her bedroom mirror to admire her large, but shapely tits and her slender waistline, which showed seductively through her gauzy negligee.

She'd kept herself in great shape for Hyatt. She surely had. But the man had no appreciation of her efforts to maintain her figure. How could he? In his mania for business and his quest for more and more money, he had let his own body go completely. They already had more money stashed in the bank than they'd ever be able to use, but Hyatt acted as if they were perpetually on the verge of poverty. His work had become everything to him. The only thing that gave him a hard-on anymore was the closing of a successful business deal.

The doorbell rang a third time as Carol ran barefoot down the stairs, tying her robe as she descended. There were a few impatient knocks on the door.

"Coming! Coming!"