Card game Stories

My husband, Paul, had been called away on a last-minute work emergency. “I’ll be gone at least until tomorrow night,” he sighed, kissing my cheek. But before rushing out the door, he paused, his lips brushing my ear. “Nadine… I know you’ve been eyeing those boys downstairs. Be nice for me, baby. Show them a really good time.” I simply smiled, already wet at the thought of our two young tenants — the ones I’d been teasing...