Illusion of Luck 30

Larry stepped into the cloud of steam and shut the door. He closed his eyes and stood still for a few moments, inhaling the mist of Cynthia’s shower. His hand tingled when he picked up her half-used bar of Dove. This is her soap, he thought. He pic­tured her rubbing it on her arms, her breasts, and her legs as he lathered himself to immense pleasure.

He had only slept three hours—until noon. But that would be enough to sustain him for the 15-hour drive to Orlando. He didn’t need much sleep—especially when he thought about her.

Soon Greg and Cynthia would be in bed and Greg would finally have a chance to prove his manhood. But, of course, he would not be able to satisfy her. He seemed like a nice guy, and Larry was certain Greg would give it his best shot. But anybody could see he was way out of his league.

Cynthia needed a real man—not some girly man. Greg would be kind and gentle, and say sweet things to her—like a woman would do. That just wouldn’t cut it for the super-hot redhead.

Larry was what she really needed—even though she might not realize it. He would tear her clothes off, throw her down and ride her hard. That was the only way to make her happy. Domination.

So, he would rescue her from the sad disappointment she had married. She would resist—but mostly to spare Greg’s feelings. Why should a fine woman such as Cynthia be sen­tenced to life with a limp lover?

All Larry had to do was rent a motel room near Disney World, catch her alone and take her away. Once she had a good taste of Larry Lover, she would never want to go back to Greg.

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Greg pushed the third floor button and the elevator doors closed.

“Can’t wait to get in the shower,” said Cynthia.

“I hope the bed is comfortable.”

“Right now I think I could sleep on the floor if I had to.”

They walked off the elevator and down to their room. Greg sat the overnight bags down, unlocked the door, pushed it open, and held it with his foot.

“I think we need to try this again,” he said, extending his arms.

“Good idea.” She smiled and let him pick her up.

“My dear Mrs. Tenorly, this is the official carrying over the threshold.”

“So noted, Mr. Tenorly.”

Greg carried her into the room. He expected a quick peck on the lips before she got down, but instead she gave him a soft, sensual kiss and then looked deep into his eyes. “I love you so much, Baby.”

Then she jumped down and ran for the bathroom. “First dibs on the shower.”

“Cheater,” said Greg playfully.

He opened the door and grabbed their overnight bags from the hallway. Their suitcases would be delivered soon.

Greg could hear the shower running.

“Okay if I bring your bag in?”

“Sure, Honey. Come on in.”

Greg opened the bathroom door just enough to slip the bag in. Then he closed it, walked over to the TV, and picked up the remote.

When Cynthia finally came out, he was sitting on the bed watching the Disney promotional channel.

“Look at this cool new ride, Sweetie,” he said without turn­ing around.

“Can’t wait to ride it with you.”

Greg glanced up and saw her in the mirror standing behind him. She was wearing a lacy red nightgown. It was conserva­tive—not too revealing, but very sexy. But then again, Greg thought, she’d look just as sexy to him if she was wearing over­alls. How about when she’s wearing nothing? He feared his head would explode. Well, maybe not his head. He turned around “You look amazing, Cynthia.”

She smiled. “Thanks. I feel a lot better now.”

“Okay. My turn.”

He picked up his bag and walked way around her to get to the bathroom.

“Afraid I’ll try to attack you?”

“No. I’m afraid you’ll smell me—now you’re all clean and fresh.”

Greg went into the bathroom and closed the door.

Cynthia teased him through the door. “That’s right. I’m fresh as a daisy, waiting to be picked. And I want you to pick me, and pick me good. You can pick me all night long.”

Greg cracked the door and peeked out. “Look, it’s hard enough to wait as it is, without you saying stuff like that.” He stuck out his tongue at her and then closed the door.

“Oh, really? So, I’m making it harder to wait? Well, that’s good. I like it harder.”

“Quit saying that or it may not be harder by the time I get out there.”

“Okay. I’ll leave you alone. Happy showering, Baby.”

Greg stripped quickly, throwing his clothes in the corner. Then he stopped and took a deep breath. He wanted to get out to her as soon as possible, but he decided to slow down just a little. If he tried to break the world’s record for showering speed, he might slip down and break an arm. And the emer­gency room was the last place he wanted to spend the night. Not that it was nighttime. It wasn’t even dinner time yet.

Why was he thinking about the time of day and dinner? He was about to get into that king size bed and make love to the most beautiful, caring, loving woman he had ever known. His only regret was that he hadn’t met her much sooner.

Why not ten years ago when he was only 25? No, he thought, that was too far back. She was only 20 then. Maybe five years ago when they were 30 and 25. And why had they both fallen for the wrong people and had to suffer through unhappy marriages?

But maybe they wouldn’t have been right for each other five years ago. Perhaps the exact time they met was the only perfect time for them to meet. Did God plan it this way? He didn’t know for sure, but he did thank God for her every day.

When he walked out of the bathroom he was disappointed to see that she was already asleep. That was okay, he thought. They were both exhausted.

He turned off the TV.

There was a knock at the door.

It was their luggage. He had the man quietly carry it into the room. Then he tipped the man, and closed and locked the door.

Just before turning off the last lamp, Greg took a few sec­onds to savor the vision before him. His lovely bride looked like a sleeping princess. A sleeping beauty, he thought. How fitting.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had taken a nap in the afternoon—and under the covers.

Once his eyes had adjusted, there was just enough light seeping through the drapes that Greg could see Cynthia lying there—three feet away. He slid over, trying not to wake her. But when he leaned in to kiss her delicately on the lips, she immediately began to kiss him back.

She scooted closer to him and put her arm around him under the covers. He responded in kind. It was then that he realized she was naked. What had she done with the gown? Who cared? “I thought you were asleep.”

“I was just resting.”

“Your body feels so amazing.”

“Well, thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

He kissed her cheek and then began to nibble on her ear lobe.

She moaned and moved in closer.

Greg could feel her firm nipples against his chest.

He felt like the man who received a huge refund check. The guy was overjoyed—until the IRS realized their mistake and took the money back.

He looked into her eyes, which were barely visible in the faint light. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. And I deserve you. We deserve to be happy together for the rest of our lives.”

Greg thought about it for a second. One thing he knew for sure: there had never been and would never be another man who could love Cynthia as much as he did.

“You know what?” he said. “You’re exactly right.”

“I’m glad you agree. But is that all you have for me today, Mister? Just a lot of talk?”

As she spoke, she ran her soft hand down his back and across his butt.

He watched her lips form a sexy smile as she said, “Don’t you have something more substantial for me?” She slid her hand around to the front. “Oh—wait a second. This is what I want.”

And he was more than happy to give his wife exactly what she wanted.