Chapter 1

My first attempt at writing a French romance novel had sold well and my readers were asking when I would write a second one. In the process of writing the first book, I realized that I really needed to go back to France. I knew it would be helpful to refresh myself on the feel of the country, and maybe gather some photos to be used in the book. I also wanted to do some more research, to insure that my information and historical references were correct.

Writing the first book had been very time consuming, but I had enjoyed it very much. I had also been busy promoting it at various events and book signings. I mentioned my desire to return to France to my husband. He seemed rather cool to the idea, but I kept working on him. I knew, from our discussions, that he had set aside some money for some special projects, and a few toys for himself.

I had originally borrowed the funds, for the publishing of the first book, from him. I had assured him that I would be able to pay him back. Sales were good and I think he saw that it should be an easy feat for me to repay the loan.

Let me tell you a little background about my husband. His name is Chad and he is a good man. He is a hard worker and he has always provided for my needs. He is not able to give me all the things that I want, such as; a bigger house, frequent trips to Europe, or fancy meals and evenings out. He does try hard, and I realize that he is doing the best he can. When I express my desires or wishes for these things, he just groans and replies that we should be happy for the things we have.

When I married him, we were in love. I was jealous of his waist, which was smaller than mine. He was funny, handsome, and unlike the other guys that I knew. He was romantic and did nice things for me. I really liked that in him. Somehow, over the years, our relationship had changed. His face grew larger and so did his waistline. We no longer talked for hours like we used to.

He would come home from work and plop down in his special chair. Sometimes he would work on the list that I always had ready for him. I was always asking him to remodel or refinish some room. He is a very good craftsman and I have always complemented him on his fine work. When he would complete one task, I would always have another project for him. Sometimes he would just come home and watch sports or a movie. He complained about the expense if I wanted to go out to a fancy restaurant. He said the food was better at home anyway.

I began to notice things I didn't like about him. He would wear his favorite old sweats around the house. If he was working hard, his body would become sweaty and smelly. Sometimes his breath would be bad because he loved garlic so much. Although he was still handsome in his own way, he wasn't dashing like the men in the movies. I would tease him and comment about the things I didn't like. For some reason he would take offense and become hurt by my comments.

As time went on, I began to look to old movies and romance novels for my excitement. That is what led me into writing. I found that, in a story, I could express myself and go off on flights of fancy. I could experience things that I never would be able to in real life, with my husband.

I began to be more careful about how I exposed my body. I would often dress in the closet so that I wouldn't get him excited and entice him to make love to me. I was usually up late, working on my book, and I didn't really need the distraction.

Of course, we would have our occasional tryst, but it wasn't something that I sought out. I was more than content to find my fantasies in my writing. I decided to put all my efforts into being the best writer that I could be.

One day, during a book signing, I noticed a handsome young man in the crowd. He looked to be in his twenties and he was very athletic looking. He was incredibly handsome and I couldn't help but glance at him every chance I got.

After some time, he came over to my table and began to page through my book. I said "Hi, do you have any questions?" He replied that he was just looking. He laid the book down and mentioned that he had always wanted to go to France.

I noticed that he had a fancy camera hanging over his shoulder. I asked if he was a photographer. He replied that he did some free lance work and also some weddings on the side. He said he used the money to help pay his way through college.

The wheels in my head started to turn and I mentioned that I might need some freelance work done myself. He gave me his card and then walked off to the next table. From the very professional looking business card; I learned that his name was David.

I watched him closely as he walked away. His strong handsome face, his broad shoulders, and his tight little tush were all quite pleasing to the eye. I made a mental note to contact him, and then turned to help another person who was interested in my book. When I arrived home, my husband was already in bed, snoring away. He had worked a long day and I was content to let him sleep.

He had often let me know that he would be very happy to wake up and find me making love to him. Although I knew he would like it, I decided to let him sleep. I went to my study and continued to work on the book. Occasionally, I was interrupted with the vision of David running through my head. Wouldn't it be exciting to get to know him a little better?

About a week later, I called David and arranged to meet him at a local coffee shop. I was feeling somewhat frisky, so I put on my sleeveless top, which showed off my nice toned arms and complemented my lovely breasts. I also wore my high heels and my form fitting jeans.

I checked myself out in the mirror. I still looked pretty good, thanks to some great genes, that had been passed down. I have always liked my legs and butt the best. I know the effect I can have on men, and frequently catch guys checking me out. Occasionally I get a few whistles. It sure does a lot for a girl's ego.

The meeting with David went very well. Like me, he also showed up wearing a sleeveless shirt. He was extremely well proportioned and he had very nicely developed arms, probably from working out. His hair was neatly trimmed and he had on wonderful smelling cologne. It was really quite intoxicating. We had a stimulating conversation and I couldn't help but notice what an attractive man he was.

I proceeded to tell David about our possible trip to France. I told him that I was hoping to get some photos to use in the book, or to use as inspiration for some future illustrations. I also said that I was looking for someone who was comfortable around computers. David said that he was very knowledgeable about computers and had set up some web pages for his friends.

He asked when we might be thinking of going to France. He mentioned that school would be out in mid May and he should be able to free up some time after that. We discussed compensation and he said that he would be content to have his expenses paid for. He said that he had always wanted to travel to France. We agreed that I would take care of his travel expenses and he would help with photos, research, and the computer.