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upstairs to their partners.

NINE
    After Mark had absconded, Emma sat on the bed, in her underwear, brushing her hair. She was very excited both by David’s imminent arrival and by the delicious duplicity of the scene, just ended, with Sally’s husband.
    At least five minutes had elapsed since Sally had called saying David had arrived. Now she began to think it strange that he had not come straight up to her.
    Another five minutes later, when she was dressed and presentable, she realised she was harbouring a hurt. Why hadn’t he thought to comeup? Why hadn’t he wanted to come rushing up to her? A week was a long time. Hadn’t he missed her at all? She was certainly not going to go down to him. Not now, no way.
    She went back into the en suite to check herself in the mirror. When she had thought about their reunion she’d imagined him running up to her, closing the door hurriedly, grabbing her roughly and in one great orgy of indulgence expending a week’s worth of pent up sexual energy in a matter of minutes.
    But no, he did nothing of the sort. She wondered if he was downstairs sitting on a stool with a beer talking with Sally while she messed about in the kitchen. Did he feel encumbered by decency to forgo his baser desires in favour of his duties as a guest? How dreary married life was if after only a year all a wife could expect from a husband was adherence to social niceties!
    Finally, Emma heard footsteps in the hall. The bedroom door opened and a relaxed looking David sauntered in.
    ‘You’re all dressed! Sally said you were in the shower. Did you enjoy your nap? It’s so good to see you, Em.’ He walked up to her and took her in his arms. She did not respond well to his hug – she smelt beer on his breath, but he did not let her go.‘I missed you so much,’ he added. ‘My life is crap without you. Why did you run away from me?’
    The tone of his voice was enough to cause a sob to escape from her.
    ‘I didn’t run from you, baby,’ she managed to say, disengaging from his grip and looking him in the eye. She held both his hands in hers. ‘I swear, I didn’t. I’ve had a lovely week with Sally and was feeling fine … But why didn’t you come straight up?’
    ‘Is that it?’ David asked, relieved. ‘Are you angry at me for taking my time?’
    ‘Yes,’ she said.
    ‘I was frightened. I thought you might not want to see me. Sally was so lovely, she gave me a beer and put my mind to rest.’
    ‘You, frightened? Of me?’ she said, and laughed. ‘We’ve both been idiots.’
    David lifted her and kissed her. Then he kissed her again, and again, till his kisses became one long kiss and he laid her down on the bed. Soon they were naked and entwined and Emma now found to her great pleasure she had underestimated just how much he’d missed her.
    A short time later, husband and wife stood in the shower in a wet embrace, for initially whatDavid’s body had had to say was concentrated and to the point.
    At first she had stood and watched him lather his body, quite happy to wait her turn, but the longer she watched him, the more she needed him. Now they clung together, unmoving, under the strong hot stream from the oversized showerhead.
    After five wonderful minutes, Emma was the first to stir. It had suddenly occurred to her that if they stayed in their room too long, Sally and Mark might talk. She knew what was on Mark’s mind, he’d been quite clear about that! She worried that, provoked by Emma and David’s overlong absence, he might broach the subject of a foursome with Sally. Or worse, she suddenly thought, wife swapping. She certainly had no plans to involve herself sexually with that man. She smiled as she ran her hands across David’s broad chest. Why the hell would she?
    Emma began to wash David. She ran the cake of soap across his chest while he looked on, with a gorgeous smile on his face. He never seemed larger to her than when they stood toe to toe, as now. He loomed over her and