Technicolor Love by Clara Freeman
When Rhea lost their child in stillbirth, her husband Gerald held her in his arms and promised he’d always be there for her. She had little reason to doubt him. So, why is he on the phone whispering to his old high school flame? Were the rumors true, did this girl come back to town to steal her husband? Should she continue to love and trust him, or believe the hype?
The author has rated this short story PG-13 – Some Material May Be Inappropriate For Children Under 13.
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[Rated PG - Some Material May Not Be Suitable For Children]
Hmmm… looking at her backside with critical brown eyes, Rhea was standing near the foot of the same bed where she’d consummated her marriage to Gerald in over fifteen years ago. Sometimes, she regretted never having a honeymoon, but, there was no money back then and Gerald had been left this beautiful home after his parent’s untimely death in a car accident. Rhea repositioned the floor length mirror covering the door to their bedroom. Stepping back for a better view of herself from every angle, she sucked in her stomach, held her shoulders erect and stuck her chest out, all the while listening for Gerald to stop singing in the bathroom shower where he was taking one of his "readiness" baths.
5’9 and one hundred thirty-two pounds, 36 year old Rhea Perry decided she still looked like a rock star…a tad more junk in her trunk than norm, but, still hot… She blew a kiss at her reflection and turned away from the mirror to bend down and remove the designer ‘intimates’ box from its hiding place underneath the bed. She didn’t really want or feel the need to hide things from her husband, but, this was a secret. When the singing ended in the bathroom, Rhea Perry climbed upon their king-sized bed, moistened her lips, crossed her legs in a sultry pose and waited for her husband’s reaction.
Gerald dropped the towel, mouth agape at the boldness of this sexy woman, nearly naked in skimpy red lingerie and matching panties. He was staring at Rhea with water dripping from his hair, his member standing and saluting to its own instrumental love song.
They hardly had time for each other, now that Gerald had made head salesman at the car dealership over on Lyndhurst, about 30 miles from their home in Cleveland Heights. Rhea loved living in the suburbs, quiet, but not so far away from the 490 leading into Ohio’s bustling city limits. She recently became a homemaker and was still trying to get used to the idea, since she’d worked most of her life, but, since the promotion, Gerald had wanted her to quit her job as a rehabilitation tech in the township of Blacklick, citing the dangers of a working woman out alone in the lower parts of Ohio.
Even though Rhea was raised up in similar townships and was no stranger to the culture, she knew not to argue with her man when he set his mind to something. He’d insisted he could handle their finances and anything else they might need to live a comfortable life and well he could. It was a bit disconcerting when she heard tidbits of gossip floating around about her husband, but folks gossiping tended to cause dissension in a happy home and Rhea wasn’t giving in to the hype.
She wanted to believe Gerald was faithful and quite frankly, she had no concrete reason not to…they’d just made good love and well, no worries in that department! Gerald was a good looking man and that was just a fact. He had the Carmel colored skin that women swoon over. A six pack she never tired of placing hands on and a pair of the sexiest green eyes she’d ever seen. At 6’ 2, Gerald Perry was a bronze God- look out Denzel!
Rhea loved Gerald and in her eyes, he could do no wrong. He was a hard working man who loved her right back. When she lost their only child in stillbirth, Gerald didn’t place blame, only scooped up her sobbing and broken body from the hospital bed where they’d gotten the news and held her in his strong arms, vowing to always love her, no matter what. Their little girl would have been ten now…