Chapter 3

A month passed with nothing but the anticipation to keep my interest, but June the fourth revealed another circled date with an arrow pointing to ‘Eleven months until Nirvana’. I didn’t think Vanessa meant the grunge group.

Around midday, the postie knocked and handed me another registered letter to sign for. My hands shaking, I extracted the glossy 10 cm (4 in.) x 15 cm (6 in.) photo and turned it over. This time instead of her bikini top, Tanya wore a diaphanous robe over her shoulders. The image had been carefully edited to ensure nothing illegal showed—a good idea because of the implications if she hadn’t.

This time the scented note said, “Still too many clothes, Love Tanya,” with another Cupid’s arrow pierced heart around the ‘Love’.

I slid the note and photo back into the envelope, turned it over and wrote ‘Ness’ before placing it on the bench where my wife would be sure to notice. Vanessa was on an afternoon shift and wouldn’t be home until close to midnight. I expected her to wake me soon after she came home.

I was right. Ness didn’t even wait to shower before she turned the lights on, stripped, ripped the bedding down, exposing my rapidly hardening cock, and engulfed it, her hand already delving between her legs to find and stroke her love button.