Her Secret Sex Life by Willie Maiket

Author:Willie Maiket [Maiket, Willie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: home_sex
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

"What's so special about this guy out in Wilmette?" Heather sulkily demanded as Rachel steered the Dodge Polara out onto Lake Shore Drive and headed north along the freeway. At one-thirty on a Friday afternoon, traffic was extremely light, and the view of Lake Michigan was sunny and breathtaking.

"Well, since you didn't have any classes this afternoon, Heather, and you've never once visited my shop," the brunette matron airily replied, "I thought you might like to see what sort of work I do. It's a big order, too-remodeling all the furniture, drapes, even the pictures in a big old house in a very quiet and swanky residential suburb."

"I suppose so," Heather grudgingly admitted, giving her stepmother a wary look. "But I'm telling you straight off, Rachel, I'm not interested in meeting any guy. Time enough for that when I finish school And anyhow, if he's that rich to give you a commission like this, chances are he's old enough to be my father."

Rachel coolly watched the road ahead as, without turning to look at her red-haired stepdaughter, she blithely retorted, "And what's so wrong with that? But the fact is, Heather, he's not that old at all. Early thirties, as a matter of fact."

Heather, who had gasped and eyed Rachel with a hostile glance at the latter's counter question, now shrugged diffidently. So he's just another man. I told you, I'm not on the prowl. So let's change the subject."

"Of course, dear."

This time, Heather's look was frankly puzzled. "I don't get you at all, Rachel. I should think you'd hate my guts, and Timmy's too."

"No. I understand you both very well, you see.

"Hmm," the coppery-haired beauty sneered. "And so you don't mind cheating on Daddy with us, is that it? Or maybe, you just like variety sex?"

Heather's jibes made Rachel flush hotly despite her determination to show herself impervious to them. "I know it sounds square, to use your expression, Heather, but if I have to go in for dramatics to prove I love your father and want this marriage to last, well, I'll do it."

Heather gave her another quick, puzzled glance, then again shrugged and glumly remarked, "I don't get you at all, Rachel. But I have to say you're a good sport. You could have snitched to Dad and got us both in Dutch."

"And what good would that have done? You'd have hated me even more and lain awake nights figuring out ways to get rid of me," was Rachel's swift parry accompanied with an engaging smile.

"Yeah." Heather slumped disconsolately down in her seat and stared out at the glassy clam-blue waters of the lake…

"Mr. Cantwell, this is my stepdaughter Heather," Rachel smilingly made the introduction after the plump bespectacled sandy-haired maid had opened the front door and ushered them both into the sitting room where, a moment later, the tall architect joined them.

"A very great pleasure, Miss Woodling," Arnold Cantwell cordially extended his hand. "Your stepmother tells me you play quite a fair game of chess."

Heather flushed and looked petulant as she diffidently took his hand, then let go of it.

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