Markus and Juliette, Jealousy.
The major characters in the 'Then Something Happened' Series.
(Dear reader, introducing Markus and Juliette and another couple into the mix. Markus and Juliette, a happily married mid-twenties couple go to a pool party, the first of the summer. There is some Exhibitionist and Voyeur behavior.)
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Hi I am Markus. My wife Juliette and I were in the kitchen, I had just finished putting away the crookery after my darling wife had got them out the dish-washer and given them a close inspection and wipe down. She had the last items still to go and was industrially polishing the first of the expensive cut glass goblets, a wedding present, we liked to drink our wine from.
Juliette was on the opposite side of the island bench, fully focused on her task. The kitchen/dining area door was right behind me, I knew this could get awkward and with Juliette's bright red hair came a serious temper. I was fairly sure Juliette would not throw the expensive goblet at me!
I plucked up the courage to ask her a rather delicate question!
"Jules, Darling". She did not look away from her polishing. "Do you still have that white bathing suit, the one that goes transparent when wet"?
I saw the signs, instant cessation of polishing. A raised eyebrow, a slow flush. The goblet being very carefully placed on the bench top. I got ready to run.
"Yes: Why do you ask?" Juliette's tone was cool to say the least, but I saw all the signs of a rising temper.
'Well I had survived first contact, best get it over with,' I said to myself. "We are going to that barbeque and pool party Saturday at Brenda and Bobs," I continued in a rush of words, "Well I want you to wear it!"
The signs were un-mistakeable. Lips a straight line, a muscle in the side of her face twitched. No sign of color, she was working up to a major explosion. I was in trouble, but had planned my get way and beat a hasty retreat. Carefully closing the kitchen door behind me, then rushing, no running down the hall and up the stairs and into the bathroom. I did not slam the bathroom door, but made sure Juliette would know where I was. I undressed.
It seemed that my hasty retreat had worked. I had not heard Juliette follow me out the kitchen. I took my time in the bathroom, carefully placing my discarded underwear in the laundry hamper. Juliette always complained if I just left them on the chair, or even worse on the bathroom floor.
A full 15 minutes later and still no sign of Juliette. We had a sort of signaling system. If I went for an early shower it was an indicator that I would like company in our generous shower space. I was still alone and breathing, so I took a cold shower. I dried off. I went to our bedroom, it was empty. I got into bed and found my Kindle and began, well, tried to read. Still no sound, or sign of Juliette, this was seriously bad!
I used the dimmer switch and turned the bedroom lights right down, I managed to find where I was in the sexy thriller I was reading. I had scrolled a couple of pages when I became aware of soft foot-steps and restrained breathing.
"Oh, you're still awake!" Juliette was standing in the bedroom doorway.