Vance Caldwell - The impotent husband

Tina sensed what was happening with Owen, and she could tell that it was time to really press the advantage she had over him… the advantage of knowing what she wanted, while making him believe that she was just something of a friend.

"Listen," she said, finishing her drink in one gulp. "Sitting here is really silly. There is no reason why we should be doing it. You said that you and Rita wanted to come over to the house. Why don't you beat her to it? Believe me, I know these things. Bob and I have gone through them before. Things will work out. It just takes a little time, that's all. I'm sure that once you go back home, she'll be more in touch with herself."

Owen regarded her for a moment. Jesus, she was asking him to go over to her place. What the fuck was she…?

Then it, dawned on him that Bob would probably be there. Hell… what the fuck could happen with her husband around? Owen thought about meeting these new friends of his, and the idea appealed to him. Besides, it would give him a little more time to look at Tina's lovely body… something that could make this whole fucking evening really worth the torment Rita had put him through.

He finished his drink as well and set it down hard on the bar. "I like that idea," he said. "Maybe you're right about Rita. And I know I'm in no condition to be with her now… not with her being as hysterical as she was."

"Fine. You know where I live. I'll follow you… you follow me… I'm sure Bob would like to meet you."

Owen dropped a five dollar bill onto the bar and walked out behind the lovely woman, delighting in the way her hips swayed back and forth.

Behind the bar, the tender rubbed a glass clean, shaking his head as though he couldn't figure out what the trick was going on. A classy woman like that taking another man home to meet her husband? That didn't make any sense at all. Still, she acted as though she knew what she was doing. He sighed and brought another round of beer to the men at the table, his only other customers.

At his home, Bob Reed finished the drink he had mixed for himself while Tina had been looking out the window. According to the phone call Tina had given him, she was going to bring that superjock to his house. He gave her enough time to get everything squared away, and then wrote a little note. It was more for Owen's benefit than for Tina's. The college super-star would never believe her if she merely told him that he would be away, but him seeing the note would set his mind at ease.

Then he slipped into his own coat and ran through several things in his mind, trying to think of what excuse he could give to Rita for stopping in and seeing her. Deciding on the old friendly neighbor bit, he locked his door and walked the short distance to the Temple house. His timing had been perfect, though he couldn't have expected less. As he pressed the doorbell, he could see a double set of headlights coming down the street, slowly because of the ice.

Rita opened the door, looking at Bob as though he were a door-to-door salesman.

"Yes?" she said in a sort of tired voice.

"Good evening, Mrs. Temple," Bob said, looking around to see that the two cars were getting closer to his house. "My name is Bob Reed. I live a couple of doors down, and I thought I would be a good neighbor and say hello."

He could see that Rita was upset over something, probably the very thing that had caused Owen to run out of the house like he had, and Bob thought that she might not want to be with anyone. That would be really bad. Already he could feel his cock starting to spasm, and to have it not taken care of by the lovely woman…

"Please… come in," Rita said formally as she stepped to one side, holding the door open. Bob walked past her, inwardly gloating. Both he and Tina had connected! Now all that remained was for he and his wife to make the best use of their talents.

"I'm afraid Owen isn't here," she said, running her fingers through her hair at her forehead. "He's gone out somewhere."

The sound in her voice told Bob that she was more upset than he would have thought, and he wondered if she would be either vulnerable or completely insensitive. He hoped she would be vulnerable. He was not above taking advantage of a good situation.

"You sound as though there's something bothering you," he said, waiting for her to open up a little to him.

"Owen and I… well… we had… we had a fight," she said. When Owen had walked out on her like he had, she didn't know what to do. She had looked around the house, as though she could find something that would take her mind off what had happened, but that had been useless. She tried to eat, but found that she had lost her appetite. While thumbing through a magazine, she found that she was totally lonely. This was not the same thing as when Owen went to work. Then, at least, she knew he would be coming home, and she knew when.

Now she tried not to think of the possibility that Owen had left her forever. This was the first argument she and her husband had had, and she didn't know what she should do. Having this near stranger with her gave her some comfort, but she couldn't go very far with him.

"Hey, come on now," Bob said in a soothing voice, taking off his coat. "We hardly know each other, I realize, but I am your neighbor. I'm sorry that I haven't gotten around to paying a visit sooner, but now that I'm here, I'd like to help if I can."

He was telling the truth when he said that he was sorry he hadn't come around sooner. Uuuuummmm… now that he was standing some five feet from her, he could see that she was far more lovely than he had imagined. Her soft, shimmering golden hair flowed around her head like a rich cascade. It was full and thick, and it framed her face perfectly on both sides. Her pale blue eyes, sparkling as though she had just been crying, were like twin lakes in Wisconsin. She wore no make-up, and needed none. Her cheek-bones were high and distinctive, though not so prominent as to be distracting. Her lips were slightly pinker than the flesh of her trace. She was wearing a knitted sweater, and he could see the swan-like gracefulness of her cream-colored neck rising from the top. Farther down, the sweater was pushed out by the two globes of her breasts, and even though the sweater was very thick, he could see the nipples of her breasts, evidence that Rita, like Tina, did not wear a bra. Her slacks were casual, and followed the contours of her body, holding tight around her narrow, nipped in waist and flared out around her full, eye-pleasing thighs and buttocks. Her legs were long and trim, and as he looked at her, he could feel his cock giving a spasm… and then another, reminding him that he was here not to merely look!

"That's very kind of you," she said, smiling, even though she didn't feel very happy. "I don't know what you can do though."

Bob took a seat on the couch in the living room. "Sometimes just talking makes things a little easier," he said, crossing his legs, ankle over knee. "Tina and I have our little fights sometimes."

"Uuuhhh… by the way, why didn't your wife come over with you."

"She's busy with something else at the moment," Bob said, wondering how she was coming along. "She suggested that I make a little visit and invite you and your husband to a party we're having at our house next week. You and… uh… Owen?"

Rita nodded.

"Right. You and Owen deserve to get out and meet the people in the area here. Like I said, both Tina and I are sorry that we haven't come over sooner, but you know how those things are."

"As a matter of fact, I do," Rita agreed. "Owen and I mentioned to each other several times that we should get out and meet the people who live around here. Excuse me, I'm not being a very good hostess. Can I get you something to drink? We don't have very much, but…"