"Hello, darling." Sophie's voice was husky, throaty. Craig looked up, startled. It was unusual for his wife to visit him at work. "Ah...hello, sweetheart."

"Congratulations on the contract," Sophie continued, casually picking up one of the miniature houses and examining it. "It couldn't have happened to a better man."

"Well...thank you." Craig smiled. "I did it for you and the girls, you know."

Sophie came to him, clearly wanting physical contact with him. He stood and waited as she came to him and put her arms around his neck and kissed him, simultaneously playing with the tiny hairs on the back of his neck with her fingers. Craig was too shocked to do much more than just stand waiting passively to find out what her next move would be.

Sophie took his hand and led him into the small room adjoining Craig's office. She began to kiss her husband passionately, and he responded, hesitantly at first.

Sophie reclined on the sofa, the very same sofa that Craig and Mara had come seconds from having intercourse on once, and pulled her husband down on top of her.

"I want you to fuck me." Her voice was almost a whisper.

"What?" He couldn't believe the words that had just come out of his wife's mouth.

"You heard me."

"But...it would be much more comfortable to wait until we're home and can go to bed, don't you think?"

"I want you to fuck me here...now," Sophie insisted.

"Well...all right, if you're sure that's what you want."

"If the phone rings, ignore it," Sophie ordered.

"Ah...yes, of course," Craig stammered.

It was by far the most passionate encounter of their marriage. Sophie was absolutely insatiable. Although amazed and delighted by her libido, Craig couldn't help but wonder why on earth she was doing this. How could she have known exactly what had transpired between himself and Mara that day? Why the urge to recreate it? He himself bitterly regretted the incident and wanted desperately to obliterate it from his mind as thoroughly as possible. Was this Sophie's perverse way of trying to punish him? She wasn't normally vindictive. Yet he'd never come close to being unfaithful to her before. Before Mara.

Caught up in the ecstasy of the moment, Craig didn't dwell on the matter but instead concentrated on pleasuring his wife to the best of his ability. That was his way of atoning for what had almost happened with Mara, he supposed. Hearing Sophie's moans of ecstasy did do much to salve his conscience.

Afterwards, they both rested on the sofa for a moment, their clothing in disarray. Sophie's eyes met Craig's, and he chuckled slightly, unsure of what to say.

"Did you enjoy that?" asked Sophie.

"As a matter of fact, I did. That was very nice. Thank you. We should do things like this more often." Craig felt that he had just seen a whole new side of his wife. "But Sophie...why?"

"I'm not sure." She frowned slightly. "I suppose I just wondered what it was like, that's all." Suddenly she looked concerned. She hoped he didn't think that she was trying to compete with Mara. Good Lord. What a thought. "I hope you didn't mind."

He took her face between his hands and gently brushed the hair back from her forehead. "Oh, honey, of course I didn't mind."

Tentatively, she reached for him, and his arms enfolded her in a warm, caring embrace. Trustingly, she laid her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and caressed her hair. They sat like that on the sofa for a long time.