She wondered if she should take a lover.

But she didn't seriously consider that, because she knew that her husband was working so hard to make a secure future for them. Now, hearing him rattling around in the kitchen, she regretted her anger. At least she could make his breakfast, she thought, and got up and pulled a negligee over her lush curves.

The negligee was semi-transparent and did nothing to hide the charms of her body. She had big firm tits, molded thighs and an ass shaped like a valentine. Her hair was soft and fashionably cut, her eyes were dark and she had prominent cheekbones that caused her countenance to appear sensual. She liked her body, both for its appearance and the pleasure it gave her.

She paused and looked in the mirror, smiling at her reflection with a touch of narcissism.

She could see the outline of her dark pubic triangle through the filmy negligee. Then she sighed. What was the point of looking sexy when Fred had to rush off to his job?

She went down to the kitchen where Fred was drinking coffee.

"Let me make you some breakfast," she said.

"No time," he said. "I'm driving today. I have to pick up Morgan, he'll be waiting for me."

He put the coffee cup down and looked at his watch. Jennifer moved towards him. The filmy negligee drifted over her lush curves and her naked thigh came out as she stepped, but her husband's eyes never drifted over her body.

He gave her a hurried kiss and hastened off. Damn, thought the frustrated housewife.