EroticLily
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Backseat, Driver (Closed for PuttingOutFires)
Nina Montgomery knew better than to feel disappointed when her husband failed to show up for the charity event she’d attended. He was a successful businessman, highly in-demand, dedicated to his company and its holdings to a fault. She admired his ethic, more than most women in her position genuinely might, but if he hadn’t repeatedly promised to meet her tonight she wouldn’t have cause to frown at her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror now.
She tugged on the sequined sleeve of her designer gown, recalling how her wrist had itched when she cut a generous check on behalf of Mr. Montgomery’s organization. At least his checkbook had the decency to attend such tedious events with her. She’d posed for several photos, had a few sips of cheap champagne, then excused herself to the bathroom where she sent a text to her chauffeur for rescue.
Busying herself until the only man she could seem to count on showed up, Nina fixed her makeup. Smoky lids and soft red lips repainted, Nina thought she overheard a muffled groan and a hushed giggle in one of the stalls behind her—an amorous couple fucking no doubt.
She felt a pang of sadness for a moment, missing when she and her husband shared such passion. They’d only been married 2 years and it seemed as if they hardly saw one another anymore. Nina had everything she wanted, except for her spouse’s attention. Ironically, that’s what she’d come to want the most. Two hours for a quiet dinner at home. Ten minutes of catching up over breakfast. A quickie behind the closed doors of his executive office every once in a while. She couldn’t help but envy the feverish couple in the stall as she received the text from her driver signaling his arrival. Grabbing her clutch from the cool marble counter and dashing off, she gave them some privacy. Relief flooded through her when she finally slid into the familiar, leather backseat of the dark towncar.
Nina Montgomery knew better than to feel disappointed when her husband failed to show up for the charity event she’d attended. He was a successful businessman, highly in-demand, dedicated to his company and its holdings to a fault. She admired his ethic, more than most women in her position genuinely might, but if he hadn’t repeatedly promised to meet her tonight she wouldn’t have cause to frown at her reflection in the ladies’ room mirror now.
She tugged on the sequined sleeve of her designer gown, recalling how her wrist had itched when she cut a generous check on behalf of Mr. Montgomery’s organization. At least his checkbook had the decency to attend such tedious events with her. She’d posed for several photos, had a few sips of cheap champagne, then excused herself to the bathroom where she sent a text to her chauffeur for rescue.
Busying herself until the only man she could seem to count on showed up, Nina fixed her makeup. Smoky lids and soft red lips repainted, Nina thought she overheard a muffled groan and a hushed giggle in one of the stalls behind her—an amorous couple fucking no doubt.
She felt a pang of sadness for a moment, missing when she and her husband shared such passion. They’d only been married 2 years and it seemed as if they hardly saw one another anymore. Nina had everything she wanted, except for her spouse’s attention. Ironically, that’s what she’d come to want the most. Two hours for a quiet dinner at home. Ten minutes of catching up over breakfast. A quickie behind the closed doors of his executive office every once in a while. She couldn’t help but envy the feverish couple in the stall as she received the text from her driver signaling his arrival. Grabbing her clutch from the cool marble counter and dashing off, she gave them some privacy. Relief flooded through her when she finally slid into the familiar, leather backseat of the dark towncar.
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