My New French Mistress—Part Two
The morning after she arrived and was settled into the studio/guest cottage out behind the house, my wife Bonnie was sitting up, sipping her coffee with the paper spread out over her knees.
“So what do you think of your new French mistress?”
“Oh, she’s beautiful. She’s had a lot of use, which is good—it’s what she’s for—but she looks like she’s been well cared for.”
“Any idea how many men have had her?”
“Oh, I don’t know. From the shipping labels on her traveling case from Paris to Santa Monica to San Francisco, and many more that have been scratched off, there’s no telling. She’s had an active life.”
“But that’s what you advocate, darling, in your book. She’s not a wife, but a lover. Just use her and cast her aside.”
“I know. And that’s true. It’s what you have to do if you’re going to survive.”
“So are you softening in your old age?”
“No, I still believe that. But this one, she’s special. She needs a man who will love her and treat her nicely in these later years. You don’t mind, do you?”
“Oh, I’m not jealous. I understand your needs. I know she’s something you’ve always wanted.”
“I do love you.”
“I love you, too,” Bonnie said, taking another sip of coffee. “And I understand if you want to go out and spend some time with her before you have to go in to work. But first, could you get me a new cup of coffee before you go out to her?”
“You are the perfect wife,” I said, giving Bonnie a kiss, then taking her cup and freshening it out before heading out to the guest cottage to spend a few precious moments with her . . .
TO BE CONTINUED . . .