Four Play

By Kimberly Zant

Delilah is astonished when not one but four attractive young men single her out in the club Aphrodite. Having more fun in one night than she's had in her entire life, the hours fly by, and before she knows it, she's passed out in Rance's car.

• Language: English
• Publisher: New Concepts Publishing
• Release date: Sep 30, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466191815

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Four Play

By

Kimberly Zant

(C) Copyright by Kimberly Zant

Published by New Concepts Publishing

Smashwords Edition

Cover art by Eliza Black

New Concepts Publishing

Lake Park, GA 31636

www.newconceptspublishing.com

I was both excited and nervous when I worked my way into the Aphrodite. I’d heard it was the place for singles to meet and mingle, and after spending half my life as a staid wife I was definitely, irrevocably, single and feeling the need to express a little wildness. Despite that, I’m not sure, if I’d known what would happen that night, that I would’ve been able to gather the nerve to go. Fortunately, I had no clue that I was about to experience a complete transformation--the most exciting night of my life—and that it would change my whole outlook on the world and my place in it.

Inside, the music was the next thing to deafening. People crowded the place so tightly that it took me nearly twenty minutes to spot a stool to park myself. I pictured salmon fighting their way upstream to spawn, for it was a struggle to move more than a few inches at the time.

I was actually surprised when I spotted the little table near the back, completely deserted. There were five chairs around the table. A couple of empty glasses and some wadded up napkins cluttered the table, and I wondered if I would be ousted if I sat down. Maybe the people at the table were on the dance floor?

Finally, I decided to chance it. I sat down, pushed the debris to the other side of the table and looked around, trying to look open and friendly.

I realized as I looked around that I was as out-of-place as a preacher’s dick at a virgin’s wedding—a crudity my former spouse had been fond of using—but which, somehow, seemed appropriate to the occasion. Everyone looked so young!

My excitement took a nose dive. My nervousness intensified.

My story wasn’t unique by any means. I’d married my high school sweetheart. He’d gone on to college and then medical school while I supported us as a waitress and produced children—four of them. By the time my husband had finished medical school, my youngest was ready to start kindergarten and it was my turn to go to college.

Somehow, though, my turn never quite came. My husband needed money to set up his practice. There were bills, bills, bills, from his education that still hadn’t been paid off. I continued to work. He worked. Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye and one day I came home early and found my husband in our bed with one of his nurses.

He wanted