Christine Cagney thought that if Mary Beth Lacey and her husband Harvey got any more lovey-dovey, she’d throw up. They held hands at the dinner table, fed each other bites of dessert and called each other pet names.
Finally, Christine called a halt.
“Look I’ve got an early morning tomorrow, so I should get to bed.” She had to hope they took the hint.
“Oh, Jeez, we’re sorry, Cagney, here we are keeping you up, when we both have the day off tomorrow,” said Mary Beth.
“We might not get up at all tomorrow,” said Harvey with a leer. Mary Beth poked him with an elbow.
“Well, have fun you two, and it was nice to see you again tonight.” These Tuesday night dinners were a regular routine for the three. Cagney and Lacey had been partners at the fourteenth precinct for almost five years.
Christine couldn’t understand why Mary Beth was going home with a man in her bed, even if it was just Harvey, while, she, Christine, would spend another night alone.

She was better looking than Mary Beth, taller, a better figure, nicer hair and sexier. But years ago, Mary Beth had settled for one man while Christine had continued to play the field. Now she was paying for the freedom.
She saw them to the door and went back to do the dishes. She thought about Mary Beth and Harvey. They were probably humping each other in the car right now. They hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other tonight. As much as she hated to admit it, it had gotten her a little hot. It seemed like she was always a little hot these days.

As she got ready for bed, putting on the loose nightie she slept in when she was alone. She thought about the Hitachi wand in her bedside table. That would get her off to sleep in a hurry; she started out with her hand, just to get the juice going. In a minute or two, her pussy was wet and her nipples were hard. She was just ready to reach for the vibrator when she heard a scratching at the bedroom door. She rolled over and opened the door.

King ambled into the room sniffing the air. Blue heelers like King have an extremely good sense of smell, and King smelled something he liked. She had gotten King as a watchdog when she moved to the neighborhood and he had turned out to be a great dog. About forty pounds, not a barker and didn’t chew and destroy. The first time he had stuck his nose under her dress, she had pushed him away, but the next time she had let him sniff and push against her for a while it had felt good. She did some reading and decided there wasn’t anything wrong with what King wanted. Right now it was what she wanted too.

Christine got off the bed and sat down in the overstuffed chair in the corner.