Alison had just turned thirty-five and was feeling her age. To be sure, she was a very attractive, sexy woman no matter her age. Attractive enough to be a trophy wife for a very wealthy older man. Art was fifty-seven, twenty-two years her senior, and had definitely lost a step sexually lately, just as she felt she was reaching her sexual peak. That was one of the issues that bothered her, but she knew the deal she was cutting when they got married, and Alison had no shortage of material comforts. They lived high and wide.

Alison was Art’s fifth wife. He seemed to recycle them regularly for younger ones as needed. They had been married five years, about his average before he got a fresh mount, but he was older now, and Alison thought she might be the end of the trail for Art. It wasn’t a huge issue, since all his ex-wives scored big when the divorces came. At least he was not stingy in that department. Love was not really in any part of the equation, and they both knew that. Alison was ‘arm candy’ and played the role well.

Art had four kids with three of his ex-wives. All were out of the house, except for Josh, who was eighteen and still in high school when Alison and Art tied the knot. Josh and her never had a ‘mother/son’ relationship, as they were only a twelve-year age difference between them, and he was still close with his real mom. Josh and Alison were actually much closer culturally than she and Art were, more like siblings.

In fact, maybe more like two kids flirting with each other. It became a family joke that Alison was closer to Josh’s age than her own husband. They would tease Art all the time about his age, but he was a good sport and really didn’t care. Alison actually did tease and flirt with Josh even when Art wasn’t around. Josh was a very good-looking young man, and Alison had to admit she was sexually attracted to him. That huge bulge in Josh’s swim trunks was an incentive too! She often caught him checking her out, especially around the pool when she was sporting a bikini. She even used to see Josh and his best friend, Jordon, spying on her from Josh’s bedroom window. Once in a while she would take her bikini top off to give them a thrill!

Josh was now twenty-two and had just graduated college and was off to Wharton to get his MBA. He was certainly a chip off the old block and was a sharp kid. His buddy Jordon was also going with him to Wharton, and they were going to be roommates. They had both been at the same schools together since kindergarten and were BFFs for sure. Now Alison and Art would be empty nesters, and she knew she would miss Josh a lot. She liked having a younger person around the house to talk with and relate to. Josh was cleaning up his room and packing, and it was kind of sad. They were both leaving in a few days, and Alison had planned a little going-away party with just her, Josh, and Jordon. Art was in Europe putting together some business deal.

Josh and Jordon had gone up to their lake cottage for one last party with some mutual friends before they took off for Wharton, and Alison was alone in the house. She went into Josh’s room to see how the packing was going and to contemplate this upcoming change in her life. She knew the house would seem lonely and still without Josh’s upbeat, youthful, and cheerful presence. She sat down on Josh’s bed, and a tear came to her eye. Then something else caught her eye.