Chapter 10
As fresh and clean as a newly picked daisy, Angela Martin stepped from the bathroom in her flimsy pink hip-length nightie. She checked the bedroom carefully as she hummed to herself, and finally decided the king-sized bed looked soft and inviting enough in the dazzling purple spread she had put on it for the first time. The low table was properly set up with a variety of drinks for the evening, and the miniature roulette wheel was in its place.
It promised to be an interesting party, she said to herself as she patted a pillow on the floor into shape. She and her husband David had invited Sally and George Armstrong over for one of their special nights. They had only recently met the Armstrongs, and tonight it would be just the four of them. She felt a tingle of excitement pass over the softly contoured flesh of her body as she anticipated what she hoped would happen later.
She walked to the window of the bedroom which looked out on the small back garden dimly lit by the garage light she had left on for her husband. After she and David had made up and forgiven each other for the series of events in New York, they had agreed to move to this Midwestern city and start all over again.
She herself had come up with the idea of betting with David at home for whatever sexual favors the winner decided upon, and gradually they had invented new and more interesting games as well as rewards in bed. It hadn't been long, she reflected, until they had come to the decision to include other young couples in their previously private orgies, adding the additional excitement of switching partners in bed if that was what they wanted, even sometimes making it a foursome in strange new sexual combinations.
They were very happy now with their new lives, and Angela was certain the future could hold only more happiness still. David was doing better than they had expected in his new job, and they had never gotten along better in their marriage than in the last few months. She congratulated herself for the hundredth time on doing her part to salvage what was left of their marriage, and then she drew the heavy drapes closed.
David would be arriving any minute now with the Armstrongs, and it was time to get out the little snacks she had prepared and put in the refrigerator. She glanced briefly at the stack of playing cards illustrated with lewd pictures and smiled to herself at a sudden thought going through her head like the refrain of a song.
"The family that plays together, stays together," she laughed out loud in the room by herself.
Then she heard the crunching gravel sound of a car entering their driveway and darted off hurriedly toward the kitchen.