“It’s so early still,” Christabelle said. “What do you do with the rest of the day?”
“Well, we do open up at 7 am,” I said, failing to fully keep a sour note from my voice. “So we go to bed early.”
Frankie glanced over at me. “It’s hard when you’re new in town and don’t know many people yet.”
Was that a reproving note in his voice?
“Yeah.”
She flicked her eyes over to me, and I felt shame cascade through my body.
I wasn’t normally such a jealous wife.
But something was nagging at me, a thread pulling at me. I just didn’t believe she had zero interest in my husband.
“We often go down to the pub in the evenings,” Frankie volunteered.
Tuppy’s was a bustling beachside English pub and on any given evening you could find it full of happy people eating shepherd’s pie and drinking mugs of strong English ale.
But today we had dinner planned at home. . .
“Want to join us tonight? I could introduce you to some of the people in town.”
“We do have a meatloaf in the oven,” I reminded him, but Frankie waved it away.
“That can keep. It’s better to be hospitable, right, honey?”
It would’ve seemed really churlish and small of me to refuse, so I nodded in agreement, and we all left the Perk Up & Read together.
Right when we got onto the doorstep, Christabelle dropped her keys, and they fell with a loud clatter between the slats.
“Oh, shit,” she cried, falling down to her knees in front of Frankie and trying to reach them.
Her pert bottom in that tight skirt was raised high in the air, wiggling, and I could see the very clear outline of her thong and each individual cheek.
Her skirt was riding so high it was at her upper thigh and as she stretched lower I could even see a bit of her ass cheeks pop out.
“Let me help you with that,” Frankie said.
But I had been married a long time. That wasn’t a normal tone in his voice.
And as he moved, I got a glimpse of something that made my stomach flip-flop with anxiety.
Was that the outline of his cock in those thin shorts?
Was she turning him on?
I wanted to throw up.
He reached under the porch and grabbed the keys.
“Here you go. We’ll run home and meet you down at Tuppy’s Pub.”
As soon as we got home, Frankie went in to the bathroom.
“I’m just going to rinse off real quick. Then we can go.”
OK, that was not usual.
