Chapter 1

Dan waited in the living room as Wendy made final preparations for their evening out. Karen came to him and, having him stand, adjusted his tie.

“I don’t know why Wendy wants me to wear a suit and tie to go out for dinner and dancing.”

“Your wife doesn’t deserve you looking your best for her?”

“Of course she does,” he smiled, taking Karen in his arms.

“Then don’t complain. You always get my heart going when you wear your suit. You look so sexy and handsome.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Wendy. Dan’s eyes lit up at the sight of his beautiful wife. The bright red dress she wore accented her figure with very deep cleavage and a very short hem that would draw attention to her slender legs. Her strawberry blonde hair was groomed to perfection, and she used only a hint of makeup. His nostrils flared at the scent of her exotic perfume.

“Wow, look at you! What have I done to deserve such special treatment?”

“You love me every day. Red isn’t only for Valentine’s Day. I thought my dress might brighten up a dreary winter’s evening.”

“It’ll brighten me up in many ways,” he smiled, taking her in his arms. Her eyes had a certain twinkle to them as she combed her fingers through his hair and kissed him.

Tina came into the living room, and they joined in a group hug. Dan looked from one to the other. “I don’t know how I earned the love of three incredibly smart, sensual, and beautiful women.”

“You mean four. I’m certain that Lisa is inching out Susan for your affections, plus Sandra has entered our lives also,” Karen mentioned.

“We could show you how, but we’d never make it to our dinner reservation at all,” Wendy joked, groping his crotch. “I reserved a table at Chandler’s for six.”

During the drive to Belleville, she commented about how fast Laura and Matthew were growing. “She’s going to be a blonde beauty, just like her mother,” he complimented.

“And Matthew is going to be as handsome as his dad,” she smiled, gripping his right hand.

Wendy had a smile on her face that wouldn’t end, and she’d gaze at his side profile as he drove.

“I can feel your eyes on me,” he teased, glancing at her deep cleavage.

“Can’t I admire my handsome husband?”

“As long as you like.”

Dan parked at the Quinte Convention Centre, leaving their coats in the car. They walked hand in hand, her high heels announcing her steps on the polished ceramic floor. He admired her profile, revealing her breasts, and loved everything about her.

Wendy’s sensual-looking body in her bright red dress drew plenty of gazes from appreciative men. They entered Chandler’s, with Wendy announcing her reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Hayward.

“We have your requested table waiting for you,” the receptionist smiled.

“Aren’t I getting the royal treatment? I’m usually the one making the dinner reservations.”

“You do deserve to be spoiled now and then,” she teased, kissing his cheek.

They were escorted hand in hand to a table normally used by Dan and his ‘wives.’ “Your server will be with you in a moment.”

“I figured this table was well used by you, and I like the privacy it gives us to have some fun.”