‘Kink After Dinner’ is now
out!
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Here
is an excerpt:
Kink after
dinner–8pm
The usual place
Wear the new purple basque—no knickers
Expect some serious (!) paddling
No touching until then
Master
Beth Sheridan
quickly glanced up from the note she was reading. She bit her lip as she looked
around the breakfast table, fully expecting her family to be staring at her, as
her nipples hardened in response to the suggestion in the note.
Both her husband
and daughter were at the table with her. Amazingly, no one was looking in her
direction, and she breathed shakily in relief. Her daughter was playing some
game on her phone and her accountant husband, Tom, was reading his usual
Saturday newspaper, half-turned away from her. She glared at the back of his
dark head. Here she was planning a secret assignation and he wasn’t taking any
interest. Instead, he was engrossed in the financial section of the paper.
Her inclination
was to stuff it hurriedly back in her pocket, but that might look suspicious.
Not that her family would think she was up to anything untoward. No, her son,
Simon—now away at university studying media production—and her eighteen year
old daughter, Elin, both thought she was a boring, middle-aged woman of
fifty-two married to a boring, middle-aged man of the same age whom she had met
at school. She had a very comfortable marriage.
She sighed and
slowly folded the note she’d found on the doormat earlier.
“Shopping list,
Mum?” Elin looked up from texting, making Beth jump.
More like a
naughty list.
Smiling
secretively to herself, Beth placed the decadent evidence in the pocket of her
apron.
“Hmm. No. An
invitation actually.”
Oh, yes. An
invitation to sin.
Tom snorted,
startling Beth. “Not another one from the neighbours.”
Elin’s chin
dropped, her green eyes shining with excitement. “What, the ones who’re
swingers?”
Beth was
horrified her baby knew about such goings-on. “What exactly do you know about
those things, young lady?”
How has she
found out?
“Oh God, Mum.
Get real.”
“Elin, that’s
rude.” Tom frowned at his daughter. Her husband had always been strict with the
children, a job she found difficult herself.
Her daughter
rolled her eyes. “Everyone knows the Hardings do wicked stuff like that.”
“And what they
do is none of your business.” Tom’s voice held a note of stern authority.
Elin shrugged.
“Whatever.”
Beth was still
worried about exactly what Elin knew. “Alistair and Helen are very nice people.
Anyhow, the invitation isn’t from them.” At least, not directly. She
hoped that would divert her daughter’s attention.
But Elin just
continued. “As if either of you would do anything so cool. You are both stuck-in-
the-mud. Never go anywhere. Just work in a boring office or stay home and
watch repeats of CSI. You probably can’t remember the last time you had sex.”
She gasped. If
only her daughter knew. Beth might work as a personal assistant in a bank, but
in her private life, things were anything but routine.
Her very private
life.
“Elin!” roared
Tom.
Before he got a
chance to say anything more, Elin noisily flounced out of the room.
Her husband
swore. He glanced over the top of his glasses at his wife and gave her an
intense look. “I’ll certainly be glad when she goes off to university and we
can have some peace and quiet.”
Beth nodded in
reply. Tom loved the kids dearly, as did she, but they were looking forward to
having the house to themselves. She could get her toy box out and not have to
hide it away—Tom knew about her vibrators.
She was so
engrossed in her thoughts Beth missed what Tom was asking. “Hello! Are you
listening?”
“Sorry, darling.
What did you say?”
“What was the
invitation for, anyway?”
Beth was
hard-pressed not to smile broadly, as she tried to avoid her husband’s probing
eyes. “Just a reunion.”
Tom raised his
eyebrows. “Oh, anyone I know?”
She shrugged,
pretending nonchalance. “An old friend from school days. Can’t remember if you
knew him or not, you were in a different house than me. He’s married these
days.”
“Are you going
to meet him?”
As she paused,
trying to think of an appropriate response, Tom went back to his paper, shaking
it to straighten it out, seemingly uninterested in her answer.
Elin came back
in the room at that point, and Beth held her tongue. Her daughter hurried to
the table, grabbed her phone, and rushed out, furiously texting while totally
ignoring her parents.
“Where are you
off to?” Tom asked his departing teenager, his head still buried in his
newspaper.
“Staying over at
Millie’s,” was the passing shot.
Beth shook her
head wondering if anyone ever looked at each other anymore. They were almost
like a reality television programme showing a normal, middle-class family,
married for over two decades, settled, contented, and loving.
Almost.
Tom did look up
then to peer over the top of his glasses in the direction Elin had disappeared
as he raised his voice, “How long will you be gone?”
Their daughter
said something that was almost incoherent before the door slammed.
Her husband
sighed, and looked at Beth. “Did you get that, my dear?”
Beth smiled at
the long-suffering tone in his voice. “You’ll be pleased to know she is out
until tomorrow evening.”
“Good. Peace and
quiet at last.”
“I imagine you
are going to work on that new model airplane I saw arrived in the post
yesterday.”
“Hmm. Maybe. I
also have a couple of other things I need to finish first.” Tom loved tinkering
around with wood, quite frequently making things from scratch as well as kits
he bought on-line. It wasn’t just model planes. He liked toys of all sorts.
Beth stood up to
clear the table.
“You didn’t
answer the question, my dear.”
As she lifted the teapot, Beth froze. Her hand was shaking and she quickly put
the pot down again. “I’ve forgotten what it was.” She stuck her hands in the
apron so he didn’t see.
“Are you going
to meet your friends?”
She felt herself
flush as he looked intently at her with his brown eyes. Her high colour was
something that had annoyed her all her life. At least she could put it down to
having a hot flush these days. “Possibly. Not sure I’ve got anything to wear.”
Tom was clearly
getting bored with the conversation as he looked back at his newspaper once
more. “I’m sure you’ll find something in your cavernous wardrobe.”
Despite her
husband being deep in his paper, Beth still responded, her tone slightly
sarcastic, “Hmm. I seem to recall a purple outfit. I might wear that.”
A
writer friend recently emailed to say she’d had to leave home in a rush for a
medical emergency in the family and consequently forgot to pack any knickers!
She only had the ones she stood up in and was having to go out to buy some
more.
