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she wouldn’t end up going the whole way ever. “I guess that’s for the best,” he added.
“Of course, I could be wrong,” Lucy said. “I mean, every time she talks about him, she wants to jump his bones. Maybe she won’t be able to hold back.”
“Maybe.”
“Anyway. Call me, Hugo. If you need—even if you don’t.”
“I will.”
“And I just want to say again, I think what you’re doing is amazing.”
Hugo did actually feel better after Lucy’s call. Something about it reassured him that Madeleine’s date was not going to be something cheap and tacky, it would lead to a meaningful experience—whether she felt the need to jump his bones or take the slow seduction route.
He figured that if she came back and she’d done the deed, it would be exciting. If she came back and it transpired she would be taking things slowly with her date, starting with a second date, perhaps, then that would probably be the best.
One thing he did regret, though, was that he’d failed to find out from Lucy what Madeleine’s “dark secret” was. Would she ever tell him?
Eight
By midnight, the date clock ticking on past seven hours, Hugo had been quietly hopeful that the length of Madeleine’s date meant at least she was enjoying herself, wherever she was.
Then she sent him a text:
> On my way home!
From a state of very close to relaxation, Hugo’s heart suddenly picked up the pace. What had happened on her date? He was so desperate to know.
He sent her a reply:
> Fantastic—can’t wait until you get home—did you have a good time?
Her reply sent shockwaves and butterflies and fireworks through his entire body.
> Wonderful! Had such a great time, going to see him again next week!
He didn’t want to ask her via text messages how far she’d gone on her wonderful date, somehow that seemed tacky. Instead, he texted back:
> Hope you’re in the mood to tell me all about it! Hurry home! Love you honey xx
He was waiting for her perched on the back of the couch, arms folded, looking stern when she came in.
She looked absolutely stunning. Slipping off her long gray coat, Hugo was startled all over again with brevity of her dress.
“Hey,” she said, looking at him with more than a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.
Was he angry with her? He could see the question imprinted on her face as she approached him like some kind of penitent sinner seeking absolution.
God, she looked incredible. Had she reapplied her make-up on the way home? There seemed to be a very faint hint of old lipstick smeared around her mouth, which she’d very nearly removed totally, yet a clue remained as to her misdeeds.
Hugo felt himself bristling up, yet warm arousal was blossoming inside him at the same time, his manhood thickening.
She gazed into his eyes, trying to read him. Faintly afraid.
She stepped up to him, a couple of feet away. He could breathe in her sweet fragrance. Tilted her head demurely, gently apologetic yet unsure quite what it was about her evening’s behavior that had apparently displeased her husband.
Hugo maintained his stern expression, just a few moments too long to be taken seriously. He was smiling inside at offering her a brief taste of the kind of role-play that she had duped him with so many times that year. But he was too horny and too curious to maintain the act of an offended husband who has discovered his wife’s affair.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” he said.
Her intent stare shifted subtly from one of uncertainty and fear into wicked lustful excitement as she understood his game.
“I couldn’t help it,” she said, trying to conceal her smile. “He was just so nice, so charming.”
Hugo nodded sagely. He said: “How far did you go with him?”
She said, “I kissed him.”
“Did you enjoy it? Did you have… chemistry with him?”
“Yes, and yes. A whole lot of chemistry.”
Hugo felt his heart leap at that, at the barely-concealed exhilaration in her
“Of course, I could be wrong,” Lucy said. “I mean, every time she talks about him, she wants to jump his bones. Maybe she won’t be able to hold back.”
“Maybe.”
“Anyway. Call me, Hugo. If you need—even if you don’t.”
“I will.”
“And I just want to say again, I think what you’re doing is amazing.”
Hugo did actually feel better after Lucy’s call. Something about it reassured him that Madeleine’s date was not going to be something cheap and tacky, it would lead to a meaningful experience—whether she felt the need to jump his bones or take the slow seduction route.
He figured that if she came back and she’d done the deed, it would be exciting. If she came back and it transpired she would be taking things slowly with her date, starting with a second date, perhaps, then that would probably be the best.
One thing he did regret, though, was that he’d failed to find out from Lucy what Madeleine’s “dark secret” was. Would she ever tell him?
Eight
By midnight, the date clock ticking on past seven hours, Hugo had been quietly hopeful that the length of Madeleine’s date meant at least she was enjoying herself, wherever she was.
Then she sent him a text:
> On my way home!
From a state of very close to relaxation, Hugo’s heart suddenly picked up the pace. What had happened on her date? He was so desperate to know.
He sent her a reply:
> Fantastic—can’t wait until you get home—did you have a good time?
Her reply sent shockwaves and butterflies and fireworks through his entire body.
> Wonderful! Had such a great time, going to see him again next week!
He didn’t want to ask her via text messages how far she’d gone on her wonderful date, somehow that seemed tacky. Instead, he texted back:
> Hope you’re in the mood to tell me all about it! Hurry home! Love you honey xx
He was waiting for her perched on the back of the couch, arms folded, looking stern when she came in.
She looked absolutely stunning. Slipping off her long gray coat, Hugo was startled all over again with brevity of her dress.
“Hey,” she said, looking at him with more than a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.
Was he angry with her? He could see the question imprinted on her face as she approached him like some kind of penitent sinner seeking absolution.
God, she looked incredible. Had she reapplied her make-up on the way home? There seemed to be a very faint hint of old lipstick smeared around her mouth, which she’d very nearly removed totally, yet a clue remained as to her misdeeds.
Hugo felt himself bristling up, yet warm arousal was blossoming inside him at the same time, his manhood thickening.
She gazed into his eyes, trying to read him. Faintly afraid.
She stepped up to him, a couple of feet away. He could breathe in her sweet fragrance. Tilted her head demurely, gently apologetic yet unsure quite what it was about her evening’s behavior that had apparently displeased her husband.
Hugo maintained his stern expression, just a few moments too long to be taken seriously. He was smiling inside at offering her a brief taste of the kind of role-play that she had duped him with so many times that year. But he was too horny and too curious to maintain the act of an offended husband who has discovered his wife’s affair.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” he said.
Her intent stare shifted subtly from one of uncertainty and fear into wicked lustful excitement as she understood his game.
“I couldn’t help it,” she said, trying to conceal her smile. “He was just so nice, so charming.”
Hugo nodded sagely. He said: “How far did you go with him?”
She said, “I kissed him.”
“Did you enjoy it? Did you have… chemistry with him?”
“Yes, and yes. A whole lot of chemistry.”
Hugo felt his heart leap at that, at the barely-concealed exhilaration in her
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