And she had the twins to think about, too. It gave her a tremendous thrill to nurse them, one on each tit. Perhaps that's why she had two, a titty for each. It was so exciting that sometimes she would even play with herself a little while they sucked. Her Richardson boys, she called them. Their grandpa puffed up with pride, pointing out their many Richardson features, which, in reality, were nonexistent. He already had them enrolled for the class of '95 at Harvard. Eva's bubble burst when her sister-in-law came over to see the twins and made a point to mention that John had been seeing some buxom widow, a Mrs. DeWinter, she thought. Nina was wrong, Eva decided. She had to be. It was the last day of her six weeks and she had a big evening planned, candlelight dinner, champagne, the whole bit. Nothing could spoil that.
Eva was wrong again. When John came home, he told her not to bother with dinner. He was going out.
"Going out? Where?" Eva shrieked.
"It's on business," he said, and turned away.
"Don't turn your back on me, you bastard. I want to know where the fuck you're going."
John turned back, his face ashen. "Eva, my God!"
"Don't pull any pious shit on me, John Richardson, I know about you and that pig Roxanne DeWinter."
"Where did you get an idea like that?"
"From your own sweet sister. You know, the one that's queer for girls, Nina the lesbian."
John sat down in a chair, his hands shaking. He was a beaten man, a quivering mass of jelly. "I can explain," he said weakly.
"You'd better, mister, and damn fast. Is that why you haven't fucked me in seven months?"
"No, no, truly that isn't it at all. When you got pregnant I was turned off. I think I was afraid you'd do like my sister did, and I couldn't stand that. And I felt guilty over the way I treated you on our wedding night and the suspicions I had of your purity and over the way you were drinking." He hung his head. "And I admit to having sex with Roxanne DeWinter on our honeymoon. Why? I don't know. Do you forgive me?"
"Of course I forgive you." Eva said, seeing him for the weak man he was.
"I didn't want to get you pregnant in the first place."
Eva almost laughed. There's very little chance that you did, she thought.
"I was so relieved when you didn't run wild like Nina did." John said.
Eva studied her husband. Why, the dumb bastard had no inclination whatsoever that she had been fucking anything in pants. "I wouldn't do a thing like that, darling," she said sweetly. "I'm your wife. I love you. Fidelity is important. Now you just relax while I finish dinner."
"I have to go out." John said, getting to his feet.
"Then I'm going with you."
"You can't."
"The fuck I can't. I'm your wife and I'm going."
"All right, I'll confess. I'm going to Roxanne's to play bridge."
"I already suspected where you were going, and I'm going anyway."
"We'll be playing bridge and nothing else. You can't play bridge. You'll be bored to death. I'll come home early, I promise." John said.
"You're damn right you'll do nothing but play bridge, because I'll be there to watch you. I'm going along and that is that."
Later, Roxanne DeWinter was shocked to see Eva. "What a pleasant surprise to see you, Eva. My, you look stunning. I invited exactly enough for three tables, but I can…"
"Don't bother, I'll read a book. I don't play bridge, anyway." Eva snapped, brushing by her hostess.
She was more buxom than Eva had remembered, and really quite beautiful. Eva shivered with jealousy, feeling quite inadequate. She wondered, too, how much bridge they had planned on playing since everyone seemed half-drunk already.
There were six women, counting Eva, and six men; very convenient. The men all leered hungrily at Eva and fell over themselves to meet her. "Go ahead and play your stupid card game. I'll find something to do." Eva said.
"The library is in the next room, Eva dear. I'm sure you can find something to read." Roxanne said.
"Could I have a drink first? I need it."
"Of course. Would you care for a martini?"
"I'd rather have Scotch."
"There's Scotch in the library." Roxanne said.
John watched Eva turn and stomp from the room. "How can we play bridge with so much drinking going on?" John said.
Roxanne took his arm. "We'll manage, somehow," she said.
Roxanne was beginning to wonder about John. They had been playing regularly for two months now and he hadn't made a single pass. All he did was play bridge. She had planned to do more tonight, much more, and the stupid jerk brings his wife.
"Have a drink, John, loosen up a bit, and then we'll get started," she said.
Eva found the Scotch and started drinking. She tried several books, but couldn't find one that interested her and finally went to peek into the other room. "Shit!" she said, "They're actually playing bridge. Nothing but a bunch of stupid drunks playing bridge." Eva was angry. She had hoped to catch her husband in an orgy, but he was playing bridge. It was very disappointing.
Eva sat and drank until she was tight. It had been over two months since she had been drunk and it felt quite good. It made her feel horny, too. She wanted John. She was about to go in and get him when the door opened and a boy came into the room. He was tall and slim, though well muscled, and he was beautiful. He couldn't have been over seventeen.
"Oh," he said shyly, "I didn't know there was anyone in here."
"It's okay. I'm just waiting for my husband. He's in the next room playing bridge."
"You must be Mrs. Richardson. I've heard about you. I'm Ronny, you know, Roxy's wild son."
"Yes, I'm Mrs. Richardson, and I'll just bet you've heard about me. Come on in. I won't bite, and call me Eva."
Ronny entered the room. He seemed to hang back, and was just a tiny bit unsteady on his feet.
"Gosh, you're beautiful, Eva," he said.
"Thanks, Ronny. Come over here and sit down. I need company, too."
Ronny sat beside Eva. His face was flushed and he hiccuped, his face growing redder. "What's that you're drinking?" he said.
"Scotch. Want some?"
"Sure, but I have to confess that I've already had some."
"I suspected as much." Eva said, wanting to giggle.
She took the half-filled decanter from the end table and filled her glass to the brim. "I'll drink from this side and you drink from the other. I only have one glass," she said, putting the glass to her lips. And then she giggled, dribbling Scotch on the front of her sweater.
Ronny took the glass and took a big swallow.
"I'm a little drunk," he said, giggling with her.
"Not too drunk, I hope."
"Too drunk for what?"
"Oh, for nothing… or for anything." She took the glass back and gave him a knowing grin. "How is the hot bridge game in the next room?"
"They didn't even notice me come in. I'd say they are playing a little bridge, but mostly they're fucking…" His face reddened again. "I'm sorry… fooling around."
"That's okay. Fucking is a good word; I like it." She looked at him coyly. "The word, I mean."
"You're cool, Eva. I like you."
"I like you, too, Ronny," she said and took another drink. "Where have you been all evening? I wish you had been here."
"I wish I had, too, but I was out on a date. It was a washout."
"Oh, you didn't get any, huh?"
Ronny looked intently at Eva, wanting to tell her about it, but not sure he should. "No, but I thought I would from what the guys had told me. She turned out to be a tease. Want to hear about it?"