Darkest Fantasies by Kimberley Raines Page A

her?'
    Kevin stared
at him, then back to his wife, then around at the other men. He saw
lust in their eyes and they all pulled in their paunches slightly
as she approached.
    'Do you like
my new dress, darling?' she asked huskily, draping herself around
him.
    'I - I
expected there to be a bit more of it,' he managed to blurt.
    The banker
roared with laughter and clapped him on the shoulder. 'I like you,
fellow,' he said. 'You and your charming wife must sit with
me.'
    Kevin gave a
little helpless shrug, suddenly feeling out of his depth. What the
hell had happened to Esther? She was going to embarrass the hell
out of him. What was she playing at?
    But she didn't
embarrass him. The banker, he soon realised, was an accomplished
lecher, and Esther seemed to take it all in her stride. From the
other side of the table he couldn't quite see but he was sure the
man's hand dwelt under the table more often and for longer than was
strictly necessary. And the banker's wife, whom he felt obliged to
engage in conversation, was a dry and humourless woman who bored
him silly by just agreeing with everything he said. To his further
annoyance, across the table, Esther seemed to be encouraging the
man, giggling at his jokes and sexual sallies.
    When they
began to mix after the dinner - softening the target, his boss
called it - Esther hung faithfully to Kevin's arm. This not only
kept him continually surrounded by a pack of drooling admirers
intent on buying her next drink, but it also put him flush to the
most prestigious of his guests, something he would normally have
been ecstatic about. He knew this would be followed the next day by
a taxing debriefing session - how much information had he wheedle
out of his mark - but for the first time in his life, Kevin didn't
wheedle much. He spent the evening in shock, and far from feeling
like continually apologising patronisingly for his unworldly little
wife, he found himself in the strange position of being jealous of
all those men who craved introduction to her. Before the evening
was out he found himself invited to a dinner evening with the
Mansells, company directors who had always ignored him before. He
knew it was her fault. Fault? He had been angling for such an
honour for longer than he would admit, and she had achieved it.
What he wasn't quite sure, was how or why, and most of all he
didn't understand the anger that filled him at the thought of his
wife behaving like a tart all evening. Even though he had to admit
to himself, she was stunning. If he had not been married to her,
she was the kind he sure as hell would have made a pass at.
    As they drove
home he kept giving her sidelong glances. 'Are you out of your
mind?' he said finally. 'You could have made me the laughing stock
of the bank.'
    'I rather got
the impression the men weren't laughing.'
    'No,' he said
darkly, holding her elbow possessively as she hobbled up to the
front door on feet that obviously hurt. All night his cock had been
doing somersaults, almost as if she were someone else's wife and he
the lecher. And on the heels of his lust was the greatest feeling
of jealousy he had ever experienced. It all added up to one great
itch which needed servicing. And she was asking for it, he found
himself thinking. Before he was quite aware of his own intentions,
he had kicked the door shut behind them and slammed her up against
the wall in the hall.
    He couldn't
get his trousers undone quick enough, and while he was still
fumbling he was sucking mouthfuls of succulent breast which he
thumbed easily from her indecent neckline. When he was free he
rubbed shaky hands up under her dress, over the smooth expanse of
her tights, and ripped. Then, wedging her up against the easy-clean
wallpaper he lifted her onto his spearing erection with a great
groan.
    Esther gasped
as she sank onto him. His sudden and unexpected attack sent massive
shock waves through her. She closed her eyes and indulged in her
secret fantasy. She was a housewife. This