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about me.’
    Kyle felt a small shock at the sound of the word. He wasn’t a prude, but he still hadn’t gotten used to hearing women talk like that.
    Madison sat up and leaned forward to rub some lotion on her legs. Once again her boobs did that provocative jiggle.
    She went on: ‘That bitch is a real ball breaker. Freezes Blair out in bed, won’t open her legs for him or even go down on him. It’s not surprising he has to look elsewhere for his pussy.’
    Kyle felt helpless, submerged in a stew of conflicting emotions. There was desire, for sure, a simple animal lust for this sexy, half-naked young woman lying oiled up a few yards away from him. But he also felt a growing anger at what she’d said about Mrs Thurgood. He barely knew Donna, but already he felt a strange protectiveness towards her. She certainly didn’t come across as a ball-breaking bitch. And she’d given him a job.
    He continued cleaning the pool. Once she’d finished slathering her legs, Madison lay back on the towel and fell silent. Kyle worked on, longing to plunge into the cool water to escape both the merciless summer sun and the heat within him. After a half hour Madison turned over and Kyle saw her bikini bottom was a thong, the tanned globes of her ass exposed. He looked away.
    She sunned herself for another half hour, and just before Kyle himself was ready to finish off she rose, slipped on her bikini top and T-shirt, stepped into her shorts and, with a wave and a smile over her shoulder, she disappeared back up to the house.
     
    *
     
    Donna and Blair had been married eleven years. She’d been a twenty-two-year-old interior designer, fresh out of college, when she’d first met and been charmed by this brash, thrusting young businessman, a decade older than her but still youthful and vigorous and good-looking enough that there’d been other reasons to fall for him than just his money. And in the beginning their marriage had been blissful. Blair was funny, he was kind (in a rough-and-ready fashion), he was generous with his money, constantly whisking her away on trips to Manhattan or Aspen or even once Paris and showering her with jewelry and clothes.
    What was more, the sex was terrific. They’d spend entire weekends in bed, pausing in their frantic sweaty marathons only to eat and, briefly, sleep, before starting all over again. Blair seemed to derive fuel from his successes at work, and their fucking would always be at its best and most intense after he’d closed a deal with a new and important client. Even Donna, who regarded herself as having a pretty high sex drive, would be at the point of exhaustion, slumped on top of Blair, aching and sated, when he’d roll her over on her back and mount her and slide into her again, his cock rock-hard once more.
    Well, hadn’t all that changed.
    The last time they’d had sex must have been eighteen months ago, and only then when Blair was drunk and moody after losing one of his contracts. She’d tried to console him – that was back in the day when she still bothered to do something like that – and he’d grabbed her without warning and taken her from behind on the living room floor. Not anally – she wouldn’t allow that – but hard and angrily. A grudge fuck. Donna already knew by then that he’d had affairs, but it was after that that his screwing around really began in earnest. They moved into separate bedrooms soon after, supposedly because he was coming home from the office at all hours of the night and waking her, but really because they couldn’t stand to share a bed any longer.
    Now Donna lay on top of the bed in her room, staring up at the ceiling. Despite the aircon it was too hot to get under the covers, and she wore only panties, no pajamas or nightdress. She really needed to start wearing a bra in bed, she thought. Her boobs were still pretty damn firm, if she said so herself, but she was only a few years off the time when they’d start to show a little sag, and