"No, I don't think so, I don't believe in them," Sarah said sipping her coffee.
"You don't have to, it's just a little fun, that's all," Carol replied, "The appointment's made and paid for, tomorrow at eleven, say you'll come?"
"I don't want to," Sarah reiterated.
"Why? Frightened she'll say something you don't want to hear? They just make it up."
It had become a dare now and Sarah could not resist a dare especially one offered by her friend Carol.
"OK, I'll come, but you're paying."
"Great," Carol laughed, "We'll meet outside the house, tomorrow."
When Sarah arrived home dinner was prepared as usual. Sarah's job paid more than Paul's so when they decided to live together Paul gave up his low paying job and became a 'house husband'. His tasks were buying the groceries, cleaning and generally looking after her small cottage, and of course seeing to her needs.
That night their lovemaking was as gentle as usual. Sarah did not like rough sex, she was a romantic. She retired to bed first and when he entered the bedroom was stretched out under the quilt, waiting for him. He lay down beside her and leant across kissing her gently on the lips, her mouth opening for him, their tongues entwining. Moving his hand he began caressing her breast, teasing the nipples into hard buds. His mouth moved down planting butterfly kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. She groaned as his mouth covered her nipple and he sucked gently on it, his hand moving down to rub her clit in small circular motions. He dipped his fingers inside her occasionally, judging by her wetness when she was ready for him. His cock was hard as he rolled across her inserting his rod into her wet pussy, fucking her gently as she liked. Holding back until he felt her climax under him, Paul ejaculated into her, immediately rolling off and handing her a tissue. Sarah wiped herself clean and kissed him on the nose, before she rolled over and fell quickly into a deep sleep. A nightly occurrence, but not one he intended to continue.
At breakfast the next morning Paul started the conversation, as usual.
"I thought we could go somewhere today, as you're not going into work," he said.
"No sorry, meeting Carol, we're going to the clairvoyant in the High Street, just for a joke, maybe next time, ok?"
"Yeah fine, I've work to do around the house anyway, I'll see you later," he replied.
Sarah met Carol outside the tarot reader's house as arranged and entered. After the usual preliminaries the reading got underway. Carol's was a little vague but Sarah's was more definite with an unexpected result.
"You will meet a tall person, dark curly hair, the man you're living with now is not for you," she said.
"That's not right," Sarah replied, "Paul's just perfect."
"The cards never lie. Believe me he's wrong for you."
Sarah left the reading feeling confused, she believed that Paul was all she had looked for in a man. Attentive, trustworthy and willing to tend to her every need.
"She's wrong," Sarah protested to Carol outside in the street.
"She's never been wrong before, but there's always a first time, I suppose." Carol replied.
That night Sarah confided in Paul what had occurred.
"You don't believe those charlatans?" he laughed as he poured her another drink.
"No, but we're going to the one on Cyprus Road tomorrow, just to see what she says."
