6 Sexy Three Can Play Stories Read Free

engaged in the wonders of
courtship. It would all be perfect if the blond wasn't sitting a
short distance away looking back.

"I can't," David insists in a hushed
whisper, the halls of the hospital too full for him to speak as
loudly as he desires. "We have to stop doing this."
    "Dr. Pete, is it really such a problem?
She'll never know."
    The tall, graying man stares into young,
slim blond's deep blue eyes.
    "I can't, Kate. If Kerry found out then
she'd be heartbroken."
    With a dainty smile, the younger woman
shakes her head.
    "You are such a good man, but if you think
that I'm going to let you go then you are mistaken."
    Kate Jenkins strides away without another
word. Harry's body hunches over. This is how it has always been
with them. There is no way that Kate is going to take 'no' for an
answer. She will find a way to get back into his life. That woman
gets what she wants ALWAYS.
    Leaning against a wall, Harry runs one hand
through his once brown hair. What a fool he was. The temptation of
his 'other needs' and the gorgeousness of that woman got to him. He
shouldn't have strayed.
    "I'm a happily married man," he assures
himself. "I will never cheat again."
    Easier said than done.

Kate Jenkins sits in the break room,
somewhere in the back, well away from where Harry is sitting with
his wife having an unexpected lunch date.
    The woman is pretty. Kate isn't so
interested in Harry's wife, but even she can see that for 43,
slightly older than her lover, the woman is still attractive.
    On the table in front of her is a white
envelope. It has Laura Smith written on the front and a photo taken
after a certain event inside. The image is revealing. If she were
to see it then everything would change for her. The woman would no
longer be a part of David's life. His love would be free.
    Free. What does that really mean? Laura's
hand crumples the corner of the envelope. Should she? Does she
really have the right to take what is hers in this case? Is this
fair on Harry?
    So many questions, so many doubts. If she
gives it to Laura right now then the cherished life that his love
has will fall apart. There will be repercussions.
    Laura shakes her head. She's 22 years old,
extremely intelligent and perhaps a little too caught up in the
older, kind Dr. Smith.
    "I shouldn't do this," she murmurs.
    The eyes tell a different story. They are
locked on the woman - the competition, her enemy.
    Laura stands up, not knowing what is about
to happen. Kate gets to her feet as well. Harry doesn't see her.
Their eyes don't meet.
    Strolling through the mass of hospital
workers, she makes her way towards Laura as the woman waves and
lovingly kisses her man on the cheek, a friendly smile on the
woman's lips and a matching one on Harry's.
    "I'm going to do this," Kate reassures
herself quietly. "I'm going to do what needs to be done."
    Laura starts towards her. She gets in line
with the woman, the envelope clutched in her hand. Harry's wife
meets her eyes, not recognizing her as the enemy, the competition -
but not for much longer.
    "I'm going to do this."

"You fucking bitch!" Harry growls, slamming
her to the door of the dirty yellow sedan she has been driving
since high school. "What the hell did you do?"
    He's angry. Kate probably would too after
what likely happened when Laura opened the envelope.
    "She's asked for a divorce," he growls.
"This is all your fault!"
    That's the last straw. Just who does the
fool think he is?
    Grabbing him under the arm pit, she yanks on
the skin hard like her instructor taught her in self-defense class.
Harry steps back shocked. Unfortunately, he's not very good at
fighting and receives a hard kick to the knee cap that drops
him.
    "I'll be at this address," Kate says coldly.
"If you want to salvage your marriage and what we have then you'll
come."
    The woman drops a piece of paper taken from
her pocket to the concrete where he is bent over holding his
knee.
    "Don't be late."
    He pockets the hand gun. It fits snug in