The Man, His Wife, and Their New Lover

By A.P. Forrester

A young woman's encounter with a couple leads to passion filled weekend of sex and seduction in a luxury hotel in Downtown Memphis. At the end of their time together they make her an offer that is too good to refuse. When she arrives at their mansion she learns it may be more than she bargained for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.P. Forrester
• Release date: Feb 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311719201

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The Man, His Wife, and Their New Lover

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Table of Contents

Prologue: The apartment

Chapter 1: The Casino

Chapter 2: Downtown

Chapter 3: The Suite

Chapter 4: The Car

Chapter 5: Downtown II

Chapter 6: The Man

Chapter 7: Monday

Chapter 8: Tuesday

Chapter 9: Thursday

Chapter 10: Saturday

Chapter 11: Sunday

Chapter 12: Monday II

Chapter 13: Friday

Epilogue

Prologue

The Apartment

It was two thirty in the afternoon when the alarm clock sounded on a normal Saturday afternoon in an average August. A young woman rolled over and looked to the window. The sun was shining bright through the glass. The radio played jazz and then blues and then jazz again. The young woman lived just south of Memphis at the north end of the Mississippi delta. It was the heart of blues country.

She got out of bed wearing only a t-shirt that hung just past the bottom of the bottom. She stood beside the bed and stretched her arms into the air and arched her back. She clinched her fingers into fist and brought them down in an arch as far back as she could reach. This pushed her chest out and drew the shirt up to expose her bare crotch. The cool air rushed between her legs and caused her skin to prickle. Her toes curled under her feet before releasing them and taking her first steps of the day. She walked to the kitchen and started the coffee pot. While the coffee dripped through the grounds and filter into the pot she drew a glass of water from the tap and drank it all down at once.

It was not the worst hangover she had ever had. She had called an early end to her partying the night before. It was normal for her and her coworkers to go out after work. They would drink, dance, and gamble away the money they had made that night. The young woman was trying to save her money for the future. She knew that this life would not last forever, and her father had always talked to her about being frugal and saving money for the future.

When the coffee was ready she spooned sugar into her mug and poured in the milk. The coffee stirred the slurry when she poured it into the mug a moment later. She took the mug into the living room and sat on the couch. The young woman took a cigarette from the pack on the coffee table and lit her first of the day. She set the ashtray next to her leg and picked up the remote. The TV was still on the same movie channel it had been on for days. The smoke and coffee mixed in her mouth as she watched the same movie she had seen a dozen times. When coffee was finished she had another, and then another.

She picked up her phone and checked for messages. There was a voice message from her mother asking her to call and check in with them. She did not feel the end to call back just yet. Then she checked the weather app. It was ninety-seven degrees outside with a heat index of a hundred and one. She put the phone next to her coffee mug on the table and went into the bathroom. When she came out she removed the old t-shirt. They young woman opened the top drawer of the dresser. She took out a pair of panties and pulled them up her legs. Then she pulled a sports bra from the drawer and pulled it over her head and over her breast. Next she put on socks and shorts. Her running shoes were by the door where she had taken them off the day before.

She closed the door behind her as started walking through the parking lot of her apartment complex. By the time she reached the far end of the next building she was at a light jog. This built to a steady pace until she reached full exercising stride. She followed the same two mile path she ran almost every day. The only thing that stopped her was the weather, but only hard rain and bitter cold. Though to her bitter cold meant less than forty degrees. In this heat it was best not to push her pace too fast. By the time she neared her apartment she was glistening with sweat from head to toe. She slowed to a jog and then a walk a she crossed the parking area. She paused outside of her building to finish her cool down stretches on the grass.

She walked into her apartment and kicked off her shoes off by the door. In her bedroom removed her socks, shorts, and bra and placed them in a hamper in the closet. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the sink’s cool water tap. She splashed the water over her face and body. The waters coolness washed away the summer sheen from her skin, and with a damp wash cloth gave her body a once over. She toweled off and turned off the water.

She fixed a light lunch of a turkey sandwich and chips with more water. She watched another movie before it was time to get ready for work. The dishes were placed in the sink and walked into her bedroom. She slid her panties down her legs and placed them in the hamper along with the rest of the clothes from her run. She turned on the shower and checked her figure in the mirror. Her hands moved over her body checking for imperfections. When her hands reached her crotch she knew it was time for a shave. She stepped into the shower and used the body wash and sponge to wash herself clean. Next she washed her hair taking the time to massage her scalp while she worked the shampoo into her hair.

She picked up the can of shaving lotion and piled the gel in her hand. With the other hand she pointed the shower head straight down and lathered the gel on her legs and the mound between her legs. She sat on the edge of the tub and began to drag the razor over her skin, first her right leg and then her left. When she finished with her legs she shaved under her arms, and finally her crotch. She stood and pointed the water back at her body and rinsed the remaining soap and shaving lather from her body.

The young woman dried her body and moved back into the bedroom. She applied lotion to her skin. She went back into the living room and it was yet another movie she had seen a dozen times or more. She lit her second cigarette and curled up on the couch. When she finished her smoke she went to the bedroom to get dressed for work.

She sat at her dressing table fixed her hair. She did not tease it up into a voluminous quaff as some of the other girls did. She preferred a simpler style. Next she put on her makeup. Again she favored a simple application. She pulled on black fitted body suit that snapped at the crotch and followed it with the black pantyhose. She checked the schedule on the wall for tonight’s wardrobe. It was the gold skirt and jacket that required for tonight. If she showed up for work in the wrong uniform it would mean being sent home to change and lose her spot on the floor. That could mean the loss of hundreds of dollars if she made a mistake. She put on her two inch heels and walked into the living room she put the phone and cigarettes in her purse, found her keys. They were sitting on the counter by the door with her name plate and security badge. She picked it up and clipped it to the over her left breast.

The name on the plate was Sherry.

Chapter One

The Casino

Two beers, a Scotch neat, and a cranberry juice Sherry called her order at the bar. She put her drinks on the tray and walked back onto the floor of the casino. It was the same as any other Saturday; retired couples wasting their retirement savings, the regulars wasting time, and the wasted.

The layout was the same as just about every other casino on the river. No windows to let in the sun, no clocks, and music just barely audible over the slots. The tables were lined up down the center of the floor with the slots on either side.

Sherry dropped off the drink and collected the odd dollar tips and checked the rest of the section. There were no other orders and she walked back to the bar. Lisa was back from her brake, and Sherry went upstairs to the poker room to relieve the next waitress. There was only one game going and another table of wives chatting while their husbands played. Even thought the wives and girl friends were not playing the house still catered to them to keep the players happy and playing.

She made her round of the table, but no orders. The wives table asked for one glass of wine. When she returned the woman that had asked for the wine was standing behind her man.

Thank you dear the woman said as she handed