This is a short story about one woman. While there are other characters, they are ancillary to her story. These secondary characters have issues that are not resolved within this story. If this is not acceptable to you, read no further. Also, this is fiction.
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I sincerely hope you enjoy the story.
Jeanne was forty and after sixteen years of marriage, she was returning to work. Her twin girls were fourteen now and with the full-time housekeeper made possible by her husband's income; she decided to return to her profession. Six weeks ago, she had been hired by an up-and-coming new firm that was in the process of relocating to more spacious and luxurious offices. She was delighted with her new job. During the interview process, she met the partners of the firm, three males and one female, and was impressed by their enthusiasm, cordiality, and professionalism. The partners were similarly impressed by her personality, credentials, professional demeanor, and what they rightly interpreted as her strong work ethic. Her immediate counterparts were a coterie of five women, three of them married each of them a few years younger than herself, and two recent college graduates.
Since the firm was moving to new quarters, their time was divided between carrying on the day-to-day business of the firm and packing its records for the move. Jeanne decided to forgo bringing in her family photos and personal effects until they were safely ensconced in their new offices. So, her workmates came to know about her and her family through their conversations during lunches together and after a few after-work cocktail hours.
Jeanne became fast friends with her new colleagues: Nell, Meg, Alice, Susan and Emily. As the name of the firm was Windsor & Associates, Nell, Meg, and Alice referred to themselves as 'the Merry Wives of Windsor' and welcomed Jeanne into their group as they had previously welcomed the two young and unmarried women, Susan and Emily. They learned that Jeanne was happily married to Philip, a partner with the architectural firm Skidmore Owings & Merrill. They were able to deduce that Philip had a high six-figure income and that Jeanne's return to accounting was not out of financial necessity. It was after a few drinks on one particular occasion that they surmised that Jeanne absolutely adored her husband.
On that occasion, Jeanne smiled as she recounted "I came to work at Skidmore in the accounting department working with foreign accounts, recording the repatriation of profits and currency translations for tax purposes. I was straight out of college with virtually no experience. I was there about six months when I noticed this man, Philip, who kept coming around and asking me about accounting." Her memory of the events and the three glasses of wine-induced a slight giggle.
She continued "His questions were totally inane. It was obvious that he knew nothing about accounting. It was also obvious that he was smitten with me but he was incredibly shy, too shy to ask me out."
Laughing, Meg asked "And you have two kids? How did that happen?"
Jeanne replied smiling, "Oh the usual way."
All the girls laughed heartily as Jeanne continued "After about three more months, he finally summoned the nerve to ask me out. Our first date was dinner at an expensive restaurant followed by the symphony. What I noticed, even from the start was that he was a perfect gentleman, very poised. He opened doors and held my chair for me, things that men don't do anymore. Our first two dates ended with a soft kiss on the cheek. Then on the third date, he held out his hand and with his fingers under my chin he lifted my head and kissed me. It was so gentle and lingering."
Jeanne warmly remembered that kiss and the sense of being safe and protected that enveloped her. While she certainly felt aroused, the greater sense touched her heart the same way she felt when her father held her - a sense that this man would never hurt her, never disappoint her, and would give his all for her.
Jeanne continued "As the kiss ended, I slowly opened my eyes. I clearly remember thinking 'This is the man I am going to marry'. Later, I chided myself for being so silly in thinking that on only our third date. But it was a hell of a kiss!"
More laughter came from her friends as she recounted more of her life: her idyllic childhood; her upbringing in a liberal Catholic family; her dreams of a 'Prince Charming'. She shared a joke that Philip made shortly before they were married, "Philip said that Catholic girls make the best wives because before marriage, sex is a sin but afterward, it's a sacrament. And what good little Catholic girl wouldn't want to receive the sacrament three times a night!!" Jeanne and her friends roared with laughter.
"Philip has given me so much, a wonderful sense of being adored as well as what I would call a storybook romance. He's very romantic. Even after all these years, he brings me flowers on a whim. And, when he tells me I'm beautiful, it's because he really believes it. And I gave him something in return, confidence. He was so painfully shy when I met him. He told me that after he won my heart, he felt invincible - that he could do anything. That confidence helped his career immeasurably. Everyone always recognized his genius but it was only after he gained that confidence that he was noticed. I am overjoyed that I have had such a positive influence in his life."
From other conversations in their times together, the girls were able to conclude that Phillip was Jeanne's first and only lover. The younger girls thought it was a generational thing and a product of a Catholic background. The 'merry wives' thought it odd. Jeanne didn't appear to be repressed and was certainly not a moralizing zealot. It seemed inconceivable to them that a woman as bright, beautiful, and charming as Jeanne would have limited her sexual experience to a single partner.
At one lunch with the two younger women, Susan who recently became engaged asked Jeanne "You have been married for sixteen years, what do you think makes a successful marriage?"
Jeanne replied "Love of course as well as trust and respect. But also, a willingness to compromise..."
Emily interrupted "Everyone says what a great accountant you are and how valuable you are to the firm. We all love working with you. Everyone knows you'll make partner, probably within a year. Do you regret putting your career on hold to be a housewife and mother? Is that a compromise you made, to let your husband's career advance while yours was interrupted? Did your husband give you a choice?"
Jeanne responded "It was my choice entirely. When I told Philip of my decision to stay at home after the children were born, he said he would support whatever decision I made on going back to work. I realize that this decision is not one that's available to all or even most women. We are very privileged. The opportunities we have are made possible because of our income and our families. My father is a physician, and Philip's is an architect. We were both raised in upper-middle-class homes. We both graduated college without incurring any debt and our families are there if we ever need help. And Philip's career was well on its way when we decided to have children. I wouldn't call it a compromise, it's what I wanted. And as time went on, I found it more fulfilling to be with my girls rather than return to work. I'm sure a lot of women feel differently - and that's their right. I think a woman can have a career and be a good mother as well and I would never presume to criticize another woman's choice."
Jeanne continued "By compromise, I mean when there's a choice and each of you has different ideas. The best example was our honeymoon."
Susan interrupted, "This should be good!!!"
"Oh, it was!!" Jeanne said as they all laughed together. "Philip is an architect and his idea was that we would honeymoon in Paris with its museums, art, Baroque architecture, the whole fin de siècle feeling...I wanted to go to Hawaii. I'd been to Europe with my parents and I really wanted to see Hawaii. So, we compromised."
"So, where did you go?"
The answer "Hawaii" prompted more, almost riotous laughter.
Jeanne continued "It probably wasn't fair but we were discussing it one day at my apartment and I told Philip to wait while I changed clothes. In the bedroom, I changed into a cocktail dress, the quintessential little black dress I just bought. When I came back into the room, I told Philip 'This is the sort of thing I'll wear if we go to Paris' and I saw him smile appreciatively. Without any further discussion, I turned and went back into the bedroom and changed into the tiny and I do mean 'tiny' little bikini I bought the same day. I went back into the room where Philip was, he was reading some magazine when I announced 'This is what I'll wear if we go to Hawaii'. I can still see the look of surprise on his face and his jaw dropping to the floor! He never stood a chance!!!"
When the laughter finally died down, Jeanne explained that there are times when you have to give up something for the person you love. "The question you have to ask yourself before you get married is 'Is this something I am willing to do and what are the limits.' Marriage also has its opportunity costs. That's the cost of giving up other opportunities to have what you are choosing to have now. I was just over twenty-two when I took the job at Skidmore. I had my undergraduate and master's degrees and my CPA.
I had a good salary, independence, and different and better choices than when I was in college. For one thing, dating was a different world. A college date was a movie and an inexpensive meal. In the working world the men, even the younger ones, were more established and certainly had more money and, generally but not always, better judgment. A date in the working world meant tickets to a play or concert, meals at expensive restaurants, and nightclubs, and sometimes an invitation to a weekend away in some exotic location."
"I knew what I was giving up when I married Philip. I was pretty, intelligent and had the advantage of being raised in my parent's cultured, or if you prefer 'privileged' environment: the best schools; dancing lessons; riding lessons; deportment lessons; music lessons. I knew I was 'wife material' in every sense of the word. I found out I was also 'mistress material' in the eyes of more than one married man. Before Philip, I had several dates with wonderful men and I had offers of weekends in Barbados, jewelry, an exclusive and lavishly furnished apartment, and even a car - a Mercedes. Those were my opportunities, if I chose them."
"For me, marriage was not only a romantic adventure but also an informed, rational choice. And I did a lot of soul-searching before I made that decision. In addition to being in love with Philip, I also treasured his friendship and I knew that if I made a mistake in marrying him without being able to give up those other opportunities, it would destroy him. Whether you should marry or not greatly depends on whether you are willing to make that commitment. Everything in our marriage has not always been rainbows and unicorns but I can honestly say, like the Edith Piaf song Je ne regrette rien, I have no regrets."
Emily spoke, "It's wonderful that your life and marriage have been so fulfilling. But did you ever feel that your life or rather your talents were, well sort-of if not wasted then 'underutilized' by staying home? I mean you are so talented, so well educated. How could you feel the same level of accomplishment when vacuuming the carpet, cooking meals, or changing diapers? I am not being critical, but I wonder how I could reconcile duties as a wife with my ambitions, my desires."
Jeanne responded "That again speaks to the financial advantages we had. My focus was on raising the children, we had help for the rest. We had a wonderful housekeeper who did the cleaning and cooking. I took care of the children, paid the bills, and managed our investments. Others did the drudgery. I know how lucky we are, many if not most women have to send the children to daycare while they work, clean the house, etc. They get the 'un-fun' part of being a wife and mother while someone else takes care of their kids and it's very hard."
"I even had the luxury of returning to college to take classes when the girls turned two while my mother and mother-in-law helped care for them. I decided to take some beginning courses in architecture to better understand Philip's work. While I certainly can't design skyscrapers, I understand the basic concepts and I can help him explain things to clients in plain language so his PowerPoints and other presentations became much more client-friendly. It helped his career immeasurably. More importantly, it brought us closer together. It meant that we could spend more time with each other while discussing and preparing presentations to clients. It also did wonders for his ego, having his wife's interest in and support of his work. And it was no sacrifice, I loved learning new things. I think that this was what made my time away from my profession even more rewarding than it would have been had I remained in accounting."
Susan interjected, "Do you ever feel that you missed out by not at least trying some of those 'opportunities'?"
Emily joked "She means the men."
Susan responded "Not JUST the men."
Jeanne smiled "I know I said that I don't have regrets and that's true, but I don't know of anyone who doesn't wonder about how their lives could have been different had they made different choices. I began piano lessons at an early age and I was very good. I sometimes wonder if I could have been a concert pianist." With a smirk, she added, "My legs are just as good as Yuja Wang's." After the laughter, she added "In the end that wasn't my choice for a variety of reasons. As for men, Philip wasn't the first to propose to me. In fact, he was the third. The first was my college boyfriend. Tim was sweet, charming, very sincere, and INCREDIBLY good-looking. Most guys who are that good-looking have a narcissistic personality but not Tim. And while I liked him a lot, there was no spark, no passion."
"The second was more serious. He was older, very handsome, and very cultured. He told me he was separated from his wife, which turned out to be a lie. His wife had all the money, so he was never going to leave her. I agreed to have dinner with him occasionally. Since he was on the board of the ballet foundation, we frequented the ballet and the after-parties. I never slept with him and I wouldn't let him kiss me, I told him 'separated' wasn't good enough, and his divorce would have to be final before we could be intimate. He bought me expensive jewelry, which I refused to accept. He wanted to set me up in an apartment, to which I said 'no'. But, despite everything, I was starting to fall in love with him. Had I let it go on, I know he would have bedded me. When he finally proposed, he said he was divorcing her but it would take some time. That in itself told me it would never happen."
"Then one day, as I thought about it, I imagined my future with him. I imagined a Christmas alone, in a luxurious apartment decorated with antiques and with expensive art on the wall, boxes of jewelry, and closets filled with designer clothes. But alone, no children, no grandchildren, no extended family. He of course wouldn't be there. He would be with his family and only later would he come to me, assuming of course that he hadn't replaced me with a younger model. The cost of that option was far too great."
"There were others I dated, most of them very nice men. A few with more ego than brains and one who loved himself far more than he could possibly love anyone else. Then I met Philip. With him, I felt an immediate spark and what grew to be a level of desire that surprised me. And as we continued dating, I saw his confidence grow and I knew I was the inspiration for that growth. I also knew that I would never be just a trophy to him."
"I don't believe in the idea of 'soul mates' or that there is only one person that we are destined to be with. I could have had a happy marriage with many of the men I dated...possibly. I never try to second guess my marriage. I might have married a good and devoted man. On the other hand, I might have married a philanderer or someone who turned wantonly cruel. Philip isn't perfect, he can be exasperating at times but he is the kindest and most loving husband and father that anyone could hope for."
Finally, the move to the new offices was complete and a celebration was definitely in order. Before Jeanne joined the firm and before the extra work demands from the relocation, the 'merry wives' and the two younger women had several girl's nights, and everyone, including Jeannie, agreed that a celebration was long overdue.
As planning for their celebration took shape, Nell wondered about Jeannie's seemingly conventional marriage and asked Jeannie "Will your husband let you go on a girl's night out? Some husbands are reluctant to let their wives go out without them. Alice told me that she and Frank had quite a row when she wanted to go. She stood her ground and he relented but she told me things were very strained for a while. He still doesn't like it that much, but he's resigned to the fact that she's going. It is her choice."
Jeannie replied with a laugh "Philip is my husband, lover, and best friend, but not my jailer. I told him we were planning a night out and he told me how glad he was that I have such good friends at work and how it's good for me to have time with my friends. He trusts me completely - he knows he can."
Girl's Night Out
The arrangements were made. They were going to Sans Souci, a club directly adjacent to the Le Meridian hotel. The club was elegant and, according to Nell, 'upscale' with dancing, drinks, a limited menu, and proximity to a four-star hotel with a polite and very discrete staff. It was also very expensive so the men who came there were 'pre-screened' for 'desirability'.
The six women arrived together at 7 PM that Saturday. All were dressed elegantly, Nell and Meg showing more decolletage than the others but all of them looked very sexy. They were escorted to a large booth by the maître d who had served the 'merry wives' on many past occasions. As they took their seats, Jeanne instinctively reached for the drink's menu. Meg smiled and took it away explaining "Dear, we never buy our own drinks."
A moment later, two waiters appeared each with a tray holding champagne flutes with three bottles of champagne on each tray, one bottle for each of them. Jeanne started to say that they hadn't ordered but Meg touched her arm and smiled. The waiter said with aplomb, "With the compliments of the gentleman at the bar". They looked to the bar and saw a distinguished middle-aged man at the end of the bar who smiled, nodded, and then turned to answer a call on his mobile.
Meg smiled and said, "I wonder which one or ones of us he wants." Girlish giggles followed.
The waiter opened the bottles and poured the champagne. The flutes were large and held about a fourth of a bottle. The men at the club were admiring the six women but were waiting to approach them for a dance or a 'chat'. Grateful that someone else had purchased the wine, they only had to wait until their intended prey had indulged in a few glasses of champagne that would lower their resistance and hopefully heighten their libidos.
The girls hastened to enjoy one and then a second glass of champagne. More liquor would come later. Jeanne had somewhat less tolerance for alcohol than her compatriots and started feeling the effects of her second glass a little sooner. Emboldened by her second glass, she downed her third.
Men were now circling and then approaching. The younger women were the first to be asked to dance. After a moment, the man who had purchased the champagne started towards their booth. Alice remarked, "He is yummy!" Nell and Meg verbally agreed with the assessment their friend made using terms less delicate than 'yummy'. Jeanne merely smiled in appreciation of the handsome man whose eyes were locked on her.
Arriving at their booth, the man extended his hand to Jeanne "May I have the pleasure of this dance?" She swallowed hard and without saying a word placed her hand in his. The orchestra only played slow tunes. It was assumed that the couples dancing were either lovers or soon-to-be lovers and that any physical exertions would come later and off the dancefloor. The man held Jeanne at a polite distance as they began dancing each smiling warmly at the other.
Watching their friend, Meg commented, "Wow, I did NOT expect that!" Nell replied "Wonder what hubby would think!" to which Alice responded, "She's not doing anything wrong." Nell interjected "Not yet" and then continued "She might be the first of us to get fucked tonight." Alice retorted "She loves her husband; you've heard her talk. She's not going to fuck some stranger."
Nell said with assurance "Come on. She's got to be wound pretty tight. Apparently, her husband is the only cock she's ever had. She's pushing forty and if she's going to get some excitement in her life, she had better do it before she ends up playing soccer with those tits."
On the dancefloor, Jeanne reflected on how handsome the man was as she looked into his eyes. With their second dance, the man moved closer to her and she felt as though she was melting into his arms. The champagne, the music, and the feel of his arms around her all combined to empty her mind of anything except this moment. He moved even closer and she rested her head on his shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his breath and his lips brushed against her ears as he whispered, telling her how beautiful and desirable she was. Then, with two fingers of the hand that had held her waist, he traced a line down her back, beginning at the base of her neck then moving downwards, arriving again at her waist. Her black dress was backless and his touch on her bare skin was electric. The man could hear her slight gasp followed by a sort of purr.
As he held her even closer, she could feel his erection against her abdomen. She had heard that men's cocks varied in size and that, for some women, size was everything. She always thought that somewhat stupid. She knew that the most important sexual organ was the brain - the imagination and the creativity that it could produce as wave after wave of neurochemicals flooded the senses. Even so, she knew that this man was big enough, more than big enough, to get the job done. Her mind wandered from the present moment into imagination.
She imagined them in a hotel room. He was behind her with his arms around her waist and covering her neck with soft, deliberate kisses. In her imagination, she could feel him unfastening her dress, slipping the dress from her shoulders and letting it fall to her waist. His hands on the bare skin of her abdomen rising slowly in order to gently cup her breasts. Unclasping the bra, the backs of his fingers stroking the soft skin of her breasts and then holding them in his hands slowly while lightly brushing her nipples. Her breasts were particularly sensitive to the touch and for the man, they were a perfect blend of firmness and suppleness.
She imagined the man turning her around to face him, his hands removing her bra and it, along with her dress falling unceremoniously to the floor. Her breathing, both in the present and in her fantasy was more rapid. In her mind, she looked at the man with a slight smirk as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders sending it to the floor. She then removed his silk necktie wondering if he might use it as an impromptu blindfold or even to bind her hands. Imagining the possible uses for the tie she thought, in amusement, "God, I am so wicked..." and suppressed a laugh.
Continuing her fantasy, she unbuttoned his shirt and looked up at his face as their open mouths joined in a passionate kiss. Now, she kicked off her shoes and dressed only in her silk stockings, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his trousers pushing them to the floor. Kneeling, she pulled down his boxers delighting in the sight of his erect and very hard cock. She began kissing his cock, softly and lovingly, first the shaft then the top. She watched as her lipstick coated him as she kissed and caressed his cock. Then she opened her mouth and took him inside. She moved slowly up and down alternating between sucking and licking as she felt his hands on her head and heard his soft moans. She imagined him saying her name over and over again punctuated with "yes, oh God, yes...".
Then, he would lift her and sweep her into his arms laying her gently on the bed. Sheading his shoes and remaining clothes, he joined her on the bed. Continuing in her fantasy, he paused looked into her eyes, and smiled. The ultimate act of intimacy between them began with kisses on her neck, closed eyelids, and her face, the kisses moving downward to her breasts. His hands moved from her supple breasts downward to between her legs; one finger entering her followed by a second. She could hear her moans as though they were here and now and not just in her imagination. And, she could feel his kisses moving downward from her breasts to between her legs, the feel of his mouth and tongue on her clitoris as his fingers continued their in-and-out motion. She reached orgasm first from his fingers then from his tongue, each of them reaching a crescendo that overwhelmed her senses. And then a pause as the kisses moved down her thighs giving her a moment's reprieve from a passion that threatened to overwhelm her senses.
The kisses continued down her legs following the dabs of perfume strategically placed from her neck and continuing to the soles of her small delicate feet. As she looked into his eyes, she saw passion and desire but then, suddenly, another smile. Wishing to prolong the moment for the both of them, he momentarily transformed his need for her into playfulness as he kissed her toes and the soles of her feet, followed by playfully biting her heels and ankles. The arousal she felt from this foreplay quickly turned her playful giggles into a burning need to have him inside of her.
She imagined him quickly retracing the kisses up her legs and her body until his eyes were level with hers. She could feel the hardness of his erection as he entered her. She felt so very moist, no - she was beyond moist, she was dripping wet. He would feel that her vagina was far smoother than the silk stockings she wore and so tight that he would believe that it was created for him and him alone. His movements were slow at first and then gained momentum. Not wishing to finish too quickly, she imagined that he would move from the missionary position in which they began, first to "doggy-style" and then with her atop. She imagined riding him with her hands on his chest for balance, feeling his heartbeat and watching his chest quickly rise and fall from the exertion of his breathing. Then she saw his face as he climaxed, flooding her with his semen as she climaxed. Then they would collapse together in each other's arms. He would caress her face with his hands and cover her with kisses as they held each other close with each movement accentuating the feel of their bodies together.
Her mind returned to the present, to the dancefloor and being in his arms. Jeanne knew now that he would have her. She would give herself to him and she would live her fantasy. At that moment, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.
The other women had been watching her even as they had entertained their dance partners. Now, the women were once again alone at their booth when Alice spoke first "Maybe we should cut in. She's pretty drunk. I'd hate to see her do something she'd regret later."
Nell responded "She's a big girl. She can make her own decisions. Besides, she's entitled to have some fun. And let's face it, even when we're drunk, we damn well know what we're doing. None of us would ever fuck someone we didn't want. Jeanne is horny, pure and simple and an attractive man is on his way to giving her a night she will never forget."
Alice responded, "Never forget but always regret?"
Nell's retort to Alice was short and to the point "Don't be hypocritical. Do you regret making out with that guy the second time we came here and letting him fondle your tits? Or letting him finger-fuck you in the alcove just outside the next time we came? Just how far have YOU gone?"
Alice responded as she began to softly cry, "Too far. Way too far. When Jeanne talks about her marriage, I think of my own. In our first three years of marriage, I would always race to get home ahead of Frank so I could run into his arms when he walked through the door. Yes, there were times when he came home too tired or too troubled by problems at work. We didn't always have sex. But when I looked at him, I looked him straight in the eye and I let him know how much I loved him, even without speaking. I made it better for him. Now, sometimes when we are alone, I can see a sadness in his eyes. The sadness that I'm no longer the girl he married and I don't mean the few gray hairs or the couple of extra pounds; I'm not the girl who runs into his arms, who tells him how much he's loved, who looks at him with gratitude for all that he has worked so hard to provide for us, who lets him know how happy I am that he chose me. Oh God, where did I go wrong."
Nell turned to Alice and squeezed her hand "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean..."
"It's ok" Alice interrupted. "I'm leaving now, I can't stay. I can't do this any longer, I am going home. I can't confess this to Frank, it would kill him and it would certainly be the end of us. But I can tell him that it's obvious we've drifted apart and I want us to be together again. We were once so happy, I used to be like Jeanne. I want that again. Fuck everything, I want that again!"
Meg spoke unexpectedly, "It's different for me. Remember the movie Love Actually when Emma Thompson's character finds the gold locket in her husband's coat pocket? She's so overjoyed and then at Christmas, he gives her a CD and she knows that the locket was for someone else. That's me. I don't know whether it was just flirting, a fling, or an affair. But the necklace George bought was not for me. That was two years ago. I never spoke to him about it. The terrible thing is I still love him. I love him but I've been with other men. 'Been with other men' what a euphemism, I've fucked and sucked men who weren't my husband. I've begged them to fuck me harder, to cum inside me or on my face or my tits. I've swallowed their semen and lied to them saying how much I enjoyed it, how they were the best ever. I've done things not even a whore would do. And after every time, I go home lock myself in the bedroom, and cry my eyes out. There isn't a cock big enough to fill the void, the emptiness inside me. What did I do two years ago to make him stop loving me?"
The three looked up and saw Jeanne approaching their booth with the man she had danced with all evening. She was at least tipsy if not drunk. The three froze wondering what to do or say. While holding the man's hand, Jeanne reached for a glass of champagne, drank about half, and put the glass down. With slightly slurred speech she picked up her purse, smiled, and then announced "I'm leaving now." Jeanne and the man holding her hand started walking away from the booth toward the entrance to the hotel.
After only a few paces, Jeanne stopped, hesitated, slowly turned, and then, with determination, walked back to the booth. The man followed her and had a curious look on his face. As he looked at her, she said to her friends "I'm sorry, I almost made a terrible mistake." Her three friends held their breaths awaiting her next words while the man had a quizzical look trying to determine what was happening.
Jeanne took a deep breath and said "I'm so sorry, I'm a little drunk..." Then with a sudden and unexpected smile that lit the room, "...and I forgot to introduce you to my husband." The man beside her smiled, nodded to her friends, and then turned to her placing his fingers under her chin and bringing her face to his for a kiss.
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