**Chapter 9: Dinner with Fiona and Jim**
He expected to find Alison watching TV or possibly out on the patio, but the house was quiet. He looked at his watch, thinking that maybe she wasn’t back from the spa, but then he heard creaking from upstairs. He kicked off his dress shoes and started up the stairs, turning toward the double doors leading into the master bedroom. His wife was just pulling on a red thong, her back to him, the red line of fabric disappearing between her ass cheeks. She was wearing a matching top. He saw bags on the bed.
“Been shopping?” He asked. She jumped, yelping a little.
“Oh, god, Colin, you scared the shit out of me!” But she laughed it off, turning in my direction.
“New underwear? Did all your clothes not make it in the move?”
“New bathing suit.” She said.
“A thong.”
“I was going to surprise you at the pool. You don’t like it?” She asked.
“I didn’t say that. I’d prefer you didn’t wear a bathing suit at all.” He said, crossing the few feet to her and grabbing her mostly bare ass. “So, that’s a lot of bags for a bathing suit.” He said, raising eyebrow. “You know I haven’t even gotten my first paycheck yet?”