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That he'd sat up at the kitchen table, slapping himself awake, on the off chance that I'd come out from my bedroom at some point, and that when I did I'd be wearing something to make it worth his while. Maybe he did that every night. That man was nothing if not persistent. I admit that I was flattered by the idea of it: by the single-minded determination. Maybe part of me was glad that he was being rewarded so handsomely for all that patience and self-discipline. Out of all my nighttime outfits it was Roger's favorite. It might surprise you to hear me say this but I am well aware that my posterior, as they say, is one of my most attractive features. That and my hips. Roger makes sure of that. I'm not toned like a model, I realize, but I have a certain natural charm when viewed from the rear. It's no wonder Brian couldn't take his eyes off me at the beach today."

She paused a beat and looked right at Elise.

"Well, let's just say that this particular pair of panties suits me very nicely. And with the cropped top it really shows off my curves down below. I know that men like it the way I'm so dainty up top, except for these," she remarked, cupping her breasts from below, "and the way I'm so voluptuous below the waist. And the tank top, well, it's loose and silky but it clings to my chest in all the right places, not in an obvious way, more . . . sophisticated. But it's just the thing for showing a man a bit of nipple, when the mood strikes, and it's the easiest thing in the world for him to just reach underneath and grab a quick feel, or a long one. I like the way the spaghetti straps show off my collar bone and my small shoulders and arms."

She ran her fingers across her collarbone and held out her arms in front of her and inspected them.

"I'd worn the outfit to bed that night because I was extremely aroused (probably from being joked with and gaped at by Sergei after dinner) and I was hoping to entice my husband into sex. I hadn't masturbated for days because I was too afraid I'd start fantasizing about Sergei again. But Roger was too exhausted from running a bunch of stupid errands for the oil executive all afternoon and he asked for a rain-check. I was self-conscious to find myself wearing the outfit with Sergei, of course. But he'd seen me in lots of revealing clothes by then. This wasn't much different. At least that's what I told myself. Otherwise I would have taken my glass of water and marched straight back to Roger."

Alex paused again, like she was lost in the memory. She had her elbows perched on the edge of the tub and her chest pushed forward. She looked down at herself in the bikini top.

"But I didn't march straight back to Roger. I just stood there telling myself that it was all perfectly within bounds. I couldn't have known that Sergei would be in the kitchen at this hour, and I couldn't help it either. Roger should have enforced the house rules with him if there was something inappropriate about it. And now that we were here together it was perfectly natural to exchange a few pleasantries, even to chat a little, before I went back to bed. It was my job, in a way. It was my duty to be polite and welcoming to him."

Alex gazed intently at the girls. They nodded their understanding.

"I was too embarrassed to look at Sergei anywhere else except right in his eyes," she proceeded, "but I could see him looking at me all over.

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