Entering the Red Room Chapter 2

Sheila found herself entangled and helpless against an unseen erotic intruder

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Stephen unbuttoned his dress shirt and unzipped his slacks. “What a long day.”

“Tough?” Sheila was dressed in her usual jeans shorts and faded blouse and folded towels on the bed. Being an interior designer who worked from home gave her freedoms other wives and mothers didn’t have.

“Yeah.” He slid off his slacks and clad only in his underwear, open dress shirt, and T-shirt, stepped to his bureau drawers.

Her husband had just returned home and she tried to get a few minutes alone with him before everyone scooted into their chairs for dinner. It was a practice they had agreed to try so they could feel more connected.

Stephen continued. “Got the report in. Things are looking good, it’s just that there are so many voices competing for attention.” He bent, slid open a drawer, and pulled out his favorite beige hiking shorts.

Sheila noticed the muscles in his legs and the strength of his ass and immediately like a cold wind blasting from nowhere an impulse teased and made her think about dropping to her knees, opening her mouth, and tonguing between his legs. A total shock. “Oh, wow.”

“What?”

“Uh, nothing.” She had dropped a towel. They had been married long enough that she had seen him semi-naked and naked many times over. Yet, she had never imagined something so erotic.

Their sex life was nicely regulated with a dinner out alone or a movie on Saturday night, followed by a nice time in bed in a quiet house.

A nicely regulated sex life.

Feel. The same odd voice crept through her thoughts and her hand trembled.

“You okay?” asked Stephen sliding his hiking shorts up his legs and taking off his shirt.

“I’m fine.” Her face felt the sting of shame like she had been caught and when she looked at Stephen in his shorts and naked torso an image immediately flashed into her psyche of a man with his strength and piercing eyes moving closer. “Ready for dinner?”

“Yeah.” Stephen put on a loose T-shirt and studied her. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Of course.” Her smile was a cover-up but there was no way to explain the odd twists happening.

“Oh, good.” Stephen smiled. “You’re cute. I get a kick out of you.” He kissed her on the cheek, patted her ass like he often did, and stepped out.

Sheila suddenly felt a loss of control when she was alone and her fingers moved between her legs, touching and she struggled to pull back. If Stephen saw her what would he think?

Wrestling ensued like she was battling with an unseen force pushing her toward the mattress and making her writhe like she was in the arms of some stud with a power-pulsing cock.

OMG! Sweat beaded on her forehead.

“Want me to get the kids—and dinner?” Stephen yelled from the kitchen.

“Yes, please. Thanks.” Sheila was breathing hard. “Be right there.”

Stephen’s voice and presence kept her from going over some unseen edge.

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Dinner was normal with the typical admonishment for the little ones to eat and go do homework. Sheila busied herself in the kitchen spraying off plates.

“I’ll help.” Stephen stepped in, loading them in the dishwasher. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Mmm, yeah.” She remembered. “I’ve got the paperwork for the PTA.”

Stephen helped clean off the counter. “You’re the sexiest mom the school has ever known.” He smiled. “Going to workout.”

“Okay.” The compliment was awful in a way. Sexy. Sexiest mom. Sexiest wife. Sheila fought back. “No.”

“What?” At that moment, Stephen stepped back into the kitchen.

“Nothing. I’m just thinking through if I forgot anything. The PTA’s in a couple of days.” And there was the new client assignment. Decorating a new bedroom and bathroom for a couple. A wealthy couple. A handsome guy with a shapely wife.

“Okay.” Stephen stepped back out.

As the evening wore on, Sheila felt her body tingling and movements seemed to trigger an inner arousal. She felt trapped, like a wild animal walking into a net. The more it tossed and struggled to get free the worse the entanglement became.

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The house was quiet and the hour was late.

“Coming to bed?” asked Stephen.

“Yeah.” Sheila was reading and wondered if she should shower. Sheila usually showered in the morning. But better get to bed.

Without warning, she thought of the woman from The Cute Coterie who had spoken to her in the department store. Then, poof, the image was gone.

Stephen was under the sheets, reading, and yawning. “Oh, I’m beat. Good night.”

He turned off the reading lamp on his side of the bed while Sheila undressed. A fear of climbing in bed struck her. During the moment that she had taken off her blouse, shorts, and panties she was naked and felt a warmth running up the inside of her thighs.

She grabbed a tank-top nightgown that reached to her knees, yanked it on, and slid beneath the sheets. She kept her eyes open like she was guarding against an intruder.