Chapter 16 – Mindy
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Defilement plans
Mindy
PRESENT DAY
“Happy anniversary, Mindy!” Caroline crows as I approach the table where she’s sitting in one of our favorite go-to spots for lunch.
“Thank you,” I say with a beaming smile.
“It’s your anniversary today? How many years?” asks Aubrey, the newest member of our little group.
“Three.” I sit in the chair across from them.
“You got the kitty pie all prepped and ready for tonight?” Caroline asks with a smirk on her pretty face.
I roll my eyes at her ridiculousness. “Yes, I got a wax yesterday at lunch. I’m all ready for tomorrow night.”
“Tonight, you mean.”
My eyebrows crunch together. “No, tomorrow. Today is Thursday.”
“So, you can’t have sex on a Thursday?” Caroline asks with a laugh like that’s the silliest thing she’s ever heard, but it quickly fades away when she notices my eyebrows attempting to become one. “Wait. Are you serious?”
Caroline and Aubrey are both staring at me, and I shrug. “What? Friday nights are when Rose is out of the apartment. She goes out for girls’ night.”
“Ahh, so that’s your kinky, get-freaky-all-over-the-house, scream-the-walls-down night,” Caro says, leaning back in her chair with a nod of understanding.
Hmmm, not exactly. “Friday is our sex night,” I explain, the last two words practically a whisper. My two friends glance at each other and then back at me. “Don’t you guys have a sex night?”
With her lips tugging up on one side, Caroline says, “Yep. Ours is any night that ends in Y.”
Aubrey giggles and raises one hand like she’s in class. “Us too.”
I’m sure my face registers my astonishment. “Every night?”
The girls link eyes again, and Caroline gives a little shrug.
“Not necessarily, but almost. At least five times a week. Unless I’m on my period.
” Aubrey’s face turns red, and she suddenly becomes very interested in her water glass.
Caro jumps on it. “Why are you blushing, Aub? Wait! Oh my god! Does Joey ride the Red River?”
“Car-o-line!” Aubrey drawls, her face the color of a beet. “I don’t… we were talking about Mindy,” she deflects not-so-smoothly.
“So that’s a yes,” Caro howls, jabbing a perfect red nail at our friend.
“Stop it,” she says, swatting her hand away with her napkin.
“Ladies, may I take your order?” Our server, a young man with dark, wavy hair appears beside us, a barely restrained grin on his handsome face.
“Oh, Jesus.” Aubrey drapes her napkin over her face, her short, blonde curls sticking out the sides. “Chicken bacon ranch wrap on a jalapeno tortilla, please,” comes her muffled voice.
I press my fingers against my lips as Caroline orders, and then I smile up at the man. “I’ll have the California Club.” Once he departs, I pull the napkin away from Aubrey’s face. “He’s gone now.”
“He totally heard Caro saying I have sex with my husband on my period.”
“Totally,” my other friend says, not looking the least bit ashamed of herself. “His face was almost as red as your husband’s dick during shark week.”
“Can we get back to Mindy now, please? Are you trying to tell us that you and Roger only do it on Fridays?” Her look is incredulous, making me slump down in my chair.
“It’s the only night Rose is out of the house,” I tell her meekly, feeling a little stupid now that I know how much my friends have sex. They’ve both been married a year longer than me, and Aubrey has two kids under the age of three. How do they do it?
“You do realize you’re married, right? You don’t need Mommy’s permission to fuck your husband,” Caroline says, her eyes flashing with disapproval. “Do you, like, want to do it more often?”
Yes! Yes! God, yes!
“I guess so, but it’s fine.”
Her tone is softer now as her hand closes over the back of mine. “Not if your needs aren’t being met, honey.” I relax my hand, not realizing I had balled it into a fist. “How long has this been going on?”
Blowing out a long breath, I stare down at the napkin in my lap. “Since Rose moved in.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“I know your mother-in-law lives with you, but when did she move in?” Aubrey breaks in. She and her husband moved to Houston seven months ago, so she doesn’t know the entire story.
“It was… what? A month after you got married?”
“Six weeks.” I turn to Aubrey and explain, “They found mold in the walls at Rose’s house due to a slow leak in a pipe, so Roger moved her in with us.
It was supposed to be temporary, but they found out it was going to cost too much to replace everything, and it kind of became permanent. ” Without anyone consulting me.
“Aw, sweetie. You guys haven’t really gotten a chance to be newlyweds, have you?” she asks kindly, patting my other hand.
“Not even on their honeymoon,” Caro said pointedly. Our other friend looks between us in confusion. “Rose went with them.”
Aubrey’s big green eyes widened to the approximate size of our dinner plates. “Wh-why?”
“Because Mindy is married to the biggest mama’s boy in Texas,” Caroline says, her eyes finding the ceiling as she gives a frustrated little head shake.
“Don’t call him that,” I scold, pulling my hand away and grabbing a small handful of parmesan kettle chips from the basket in the center of the table. “He’s just protective of her.”
Deep down I know she’s right, but I hate anyone saying anything negative about Roger. He really is a good man, even if it annoys me when he makes decisions about our life without talking to me.
Diverting the conversation, Aubrey brushes a curl from her cheek. “I have so many questions about this three-person honeymoon. Did she stay in the same room with you?” She looks aghast at the thought.
“No, we had our own cabana.”
Caroline makes a circular gesture with her hand. “Give her the day-by-day playback. She needs to hear this whole-ass story.”
Sitting back in my chair, I sigh. “So it started on the first day. Since Roger invited his mother along at the last minute, we had to shuffle the flight situation. He was supposed to fly out a few hours after Rose and me, but his flight was delayed multiple times, and he didn’t arrive until around midnight.
Then he fell on the bed and went straight to sleep. ”
Aubrey’s eyes widen in sympathy. “So you missed the entire first day of your honeymoon?”
“Yep.” I take a sip of my water. “Rose and I spent it by the pool sipping margaritas.”
“That sucks, Mindy. Was the second day better?”
I pop an eyebrow. “It would have been if Rose hadn’t come knocking first thing in the morning to bring us breakfast. Just as things were about to get good.” I pause. “And then she joined us for breakfast.”
“Fucking clueless,” Caroline mutters. “Tell her about the excursion.”
My blood boils even thinking about it. “I’d booked us a private excursion to a cave pool. The company offered group trips, but I purposely chose the private one, which cost a shit-ton extra, so we could be alone.”
“So they could have sex in a cave,” Caroline offers helpfully.
My eyes roll toward her. “I think she got that point.”
Aubrey covers her eyes with her hands. “Please don’t tell me Rose tagged along.”
“Indeed she did,” I reply. To this day, I’m still salty about that more than anything.
“Oh my god, Aubrey,” Caroline says, elbowing our friend. “The worst part is that Mindy bought the sluttiest little bikini to wear on that excursion. We’re talking butt-floss-and-exposed-areolas level. She looked so hot in it, I wanted to bang her.”
“But you couldn’t wear it because your mother-in-law was with you,” Aubrey laments, her eyes brimming with sympathy.
I pop a chip in my mouth and nod. “You got it. At least we had sex that night, but the next day…”
Caroline and I share a knowing look, and she scrunches her eyes closed. “This part still makes me cringe.”
“What?” Aubrey asks eagerly.
I sigh. “On the third day, Rose showed up early for breakfast again, just as we were about to take advantage of the amazing rainfall shower in our cabana.”
“They were going to have sex there too,” Caroline supplies, and I snort out a laugh at her constant commentary.
“Anyway,” I draw out, “I was waiting for Roger in the shower, and he came in and whispered that his mother was there. I was so frustrated because we couldn’t exactly have shower sex with his mother ten feet away.
We traded places and I put on a robe, but when I came out of the bathroom, Rose was making up our bed.
” I wing one eyebrow upward. “That we’d had sex in the night before. ”
Aubrey gasps. “Oh my fucking god.”
“My thoughts exactly. She said it would save the housekeeping ladies the trouble. But when she was smoothing the covers, she found my thong.”
Poor Aubrey sinks down in her chair with her mouth agape. “I would die. I would literally perish on the spot if Joey’s mother found my underwear in our bed. What happened next?”
“She just calmly set it on the nightstand while I was standing there speechless.” I blow out a breath. “Here’s where our little saga takes a turn for the worse.”
“Worse than your husband’s mother finding your used panties in your sex bed?” she squeaks. Caroline lifts a knowing eyebrow and nods for me to continue.
“So, after our group breakfast, we all went shopping in Oranjestad. I was already stressed about how much extra this trip had cost once we added an extra person. Her flights, her private cabana, everything.” I blow out a stream of breath to calm myself from the anxiety of the memory.
“Roger was paying for all of the souvenirs Rose was getting for herself and her friends, and I was literally biting my nails by that point. When he insisted I get a souvenir for myself, I just grabbed a T-shirt from the bargain rack.”
“That makes me so sad for you,” Aubrey says.