Unspoken Pleasure

"What choice did I have?" James said, "They've already sent out a staff-wide e-mail. They're going to ship all my office stuff back here. It's over."

"Was the package generous, at least?"

"It's fine, considering. Won't be paying the mortgage but it's not nothing," James said.

"We've got my job," Christine said, "It'll be tight, but we can make it work."

"I know. I guess I should be worried about all those things, but I'm not. Christine, what you told me last night..."

"Shhh," Christine said. She kissed her husband lightly on the lips. He startled. It had been so long since she'd shared that kind of affection with him. "Everything's going to be fine. I told you, I've got it all figured out."

"Guess I better start putting my resume out there," James said. He knew how his wife worked -- even a little bit of relaxation was cause for a full investigation.

"Don't rush," Christine said, "Take your time. For one, you need to let this cool down. But, honestly, after everything you've been through, I want you to have a break. See where you are in six months, even a year. People in your position? There's always another job waiting. For now, you've got the package from work and I'm still earning. It'll all work out, I promise."

James stared at his wife, trying to figure out when the alien being had taken over her mind. He didn't remember her being this way the last time she was pregnant, but if this was the result, he was going to have to find a way to keep her knocked up forever.

"Now, I have a special surprise for you," Christine said. She stood up. "Something that's going to make you feel a whole lot better about everything." James started to stand. "I don't know how much I feel like a surprise," he said.

Christine shushed him again and gently pushed him back onto the couch. "Oh, I think you're going to want this one," she said. "Trust me. I'm a little behind because I wasn't expecting you home so soon but stay right here and I'll sort everything out."

Once James was safely ensconced in the cushions, Christine sauntered out of the living room. She came back holding two glasses filled about halfway with scotch. James was running out of ways to express his surprise. His wife almost never touched alcohol (although there was that time she'd come home from her date with Lexi and Austin, so who could say at this point). While she didn't actively discourage her husband, the implication of alcoholic abstinence was clear. Sure, James had a drink every now and again when out with co-workers. But otherwise he was almost always dry.

Christine handed him his glass, then clinked it with her own.

"This is good stuff," James said, after taking a sip.

"The guy at the store said it was the best," Christine said. James didn't want to think about how much 'the best' cost. Being out of work seemed to put dollar signs on everything. Christine took a sip, then coughed.

"Are you sure you should be..." James couldn't even complete the question.

"It's just a little to keep you company," Christine said, "I promise I won't go overboard."

If you're loving the book, nel5s.org is where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you!

They sat on the couch, not really talking. James finished his own drink, then finished Christine's for her. When he was done, his wife got up and poured another two glasses. She handed him his but held onto the other.

"My dear, are you trying to take advantage of me?" James asked. He was already feeling warm. He wasn't used to this much consumption.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"Maybe," Christine said, smiling playfully, "Sort of."

"You know you don't need to get me drunk to take me to bed," James said.

"Maybe not, but it makes it a whole lot more fun," Christine said.

He felt weird, his wife in her pajamas while he was in a suit. He loosened his tie and took off his coat. He was too buzzed to care about the clothes and tossed them on the cushions next to him. He noticed that Christine was still standing over him, holding that glass of scotch, unsipped.

"You've got another one just waiting for me?" James asked.

"Oh no, this isn't for you," Christine said.

James heard footsteps on the stairs. He turned around and saw Molly walking towards them. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

She was wearing a bright red, silk camisole with black, lacy edges around her cleavage. It hung to right below her sex. She looked amazing in it. The crimson shiny against her skin. The way her incredible chest looked ready to burst out of the stitching. How every step seemed to lift the bottom of the camisole to alllmmmmooooost expose her pussy. She was not wearing underwear. She wasn't wearing anything, just that camisole that looked so good on her that it had to come off as soon as possible.

"Hi Daddy," Molly said. She smiled shyly and blushed. The red of her cheeks further brought forward by her deep red clothing.

"Fuck me," James breathed. He hoped his wife didn't hear. James felt his cock stiffen in his pants. Goddamn, what was Christine trying to do to him?

Molly walked slowly over to the couch. She took the glass of scotch from her mother and took a sip. She made a very funny 'yuck' face, like she would when she was little. She drank it again, though.

"Do you like my outfit?" Molly asked, "Mommy bought it for me, special."

"It's, ummm, very nice," James said. Christine looked down at her husband and winked.

"Molly, dear, why don't you take your drink upstairs," Christine said, with (again) surprising affection. "I need to talk to your Dad for a second."

"OK," Molly said. She gave her father a big, exaggerated wink, then pranced back up the stairs.

James watched her go the whole way, every best part of his baby girl bouncing hypnotically as she went. Finally, he dragged his eyes away from his daughter and looked over at his wife. He expected to see an angry glare, but there was none there.

"Christine, what's going on?" James asked.

"I think it's time we get everything out in the open," she said, "I want us to speak honestly about what's happened, what's going on now, and -- most importantly -- what we're going to do about it going forward."