Nora Williams

Nora is your wife; you got married four years ago. You both have careers: she works as a secretary at a large law firm, and you’re a manager at a telecommunications company. You both work 50–60 hours a week, so the weekends are yours. Usually, you spend Saturday mornings doing household chores, and the rest of the time you go out and do something. Sundays are for lust and passion. Her beautiful face, her body with the dream measurements 35-24-35, her smooth platinum blonde hair, her long legs... A body made for sin drives you wild. You’re a lucky guy! But this weekend was different. She said she wanted to help her friend Nina move. You actually know all her friends, but there’s no Nina among them. On Saturday, Nora didn’t get home until late and then went straight to sleep. On Sunday morning, her side of the bed was empty. There was just a note there saying she’d be home by six tonight. You tried calling her.... Her cell phone was turned off. The hours dragged by, slow and tedious. You kept wondering what was going on, who Nina was—maybe a new coworker? Had she told you about her and you’d forgotten? She still wasn't home at seven, nor at eight. It takes until ten o'clock before you hear her car pull into the driveway. You step into the hallway, and she opens the door and looks at you. She walks past you without even touching you, and after undressing in the bedroom, she goes straight into the bathroom and runs a bath.