Jessica Adair - Wife on vacation

Slowly the others began to sit up and stretch. Nancy became embarrassed and reached for the towel that she had been wearing earlier. Folding it around her, she got to her feet, picked up the pieces of her swim suit, and walked into the darkness to put it on. The other three began to dress and gather up their belongings in silence.

Once in the car, Jim and Lenny chatted as they headed for the city. Cindy quickly fell asleep, and Nancy sat silently staring out the window. Parting company in the parking lot, the men called goodnight to the cousins as they walked off in the direction of Cindy's apartment.

Cindy slept late the next morning and rose to find Nancy reading the morning paper. Getting herself a cup of coffee, the older woman studied her cousin. She certainly seemed to be in a good mood. Perhaps she wasn't going to regret last night after all. Taking a section of the newspaper from the table, Cindy joined her at the dining table. "What's the plan for today?" asked Nancy.

"Oh, I don't know. The apartment is getting to be a wreck. I thought I might just stay home and clean up a little. But why don't you go out and en joy yourself?"

"I helped make the mess, so I'll help clean it up," answered Nancy.

"Don't you do enough housework at home? Really, I don't mind doing this myself. It won't take long."

"Sorry, I'm not going to let you. Give me my assignments so I can get to work. I woke up full of energy this morning, and I'm anxious to get started. Better take advantage of the offer while I'm in the mood. I may never offer again." She laughed. The women divided up the chores and set to work. As they moved around the apartment from one task to another, they built such a momentum that they soon found themselves involved in a full scale house cleaning. Beginning to perspire, Cindy removed her blouse and continued to work dressed in her bra and jeans. Sweat glistened on her pendulous tits and tiny rivulets ran into the deep furrow between them. Nancy's knit top became damp and clung to her small tit-mounds. The fabric fitted like a second skin revealing her soft curves and extended nipples.

Cindy couldn't help noticing once again that the petite blonde had a really appealing figure. Her mind drifted back to the night before. Nancy had really surprised her. Although she had suspected that her cousin might allow her attentions in the heat of the passion created by the men, she would never have guessed that Nancy would return them.

All through the day, Cindy watched for openings to bring up the subject of the previous evening, but none came. Every time she tentatively broached the subject Nancy failed to take the bait. On the other hand, Nancy was cheerful and seemed untroubled by anything. The only negative note of the day occurred when a messenger arrived with flowers for Nancy.

When the doorbell rang Cindy answered it. Taking the flowers from the delivery boy, Cindy carried them into the kitchen where Nancy was busily engaged in waxing the kitchen floor. She placed them on the counter between the two of them and turned expectantly to Nancy.

"These are for you. Hurry and open the card. I can't wait to see who they're from."

Peering through the covering cellophane at the roses inside, Nancy slowly removed the card. For a long moment she stood staring at the envelope without opening it. Turning it over, she cautiously opened the flap and removed the card. A frown crossed her face as she read the card. At first she said nothing.

"They're from Rick. He wants me to give him another chance. He says hell change. Same old story, second verse."

"Don't you think you're being a bit hard on him? Maybe he really is trying to change."

"Cindy, I… I really don't want to talk about this now. I'm in a good mood for the first time in weeks, so let's not ruin it. Okay? I'll put these in water, and then let's get back to work."

Each day of the following week, one and sometimes two letters arrived from Rick. Nancy's reaction was always the same. Taking the envelope in both her hands, she would stare at it for minutes on end. Then she would carry it into the bedroom and place it unopened on the dressing table.

At first Cindy didn't say anything about the letter or the fact that Nancy left than all unopened. If her cousin wanted her advice, she would ask for it. But as the pile grew, Cindy found it hard to restrain herself. She knew Nancy was unhappy about the situation with Rick and she was puzzled by her behavior. Finally she could restrain herself no longer.

"Nancy, what's the deal with these letters? They're addressed to you, ya know. Not the dead letter office."

"Well, they might as well be. I don't feel like opening them."

"Hey, what gives? They are from Rick, you know. You remember him? He's the guy you are married to and said you loved. The guy you wanted to straighten things out with. Don't tell me you are giving up on him?"

Nancy was silent for a long time, before answering. "Oh, Cindy, I'm so confused. I do love Rick, but I can't help thinking that this is just another of his temporary remissions. He does it all the time. First he's really awful, then he sweet-talks me into believing that he won't do it again. Then he goes out and gets drunk again. It's been happening just like clockwork lately. Besides, I know that if I read those letters, I'll turn to jelly again and give him another chance. I love him so, I just can't resist him. But I know he will disappoint me again. So why drive myself crazy by reading them?"

Nancy sat staring at the floor. There were tears in her voice as she spoke. Sensing that there was more on her mind, Cindy sat silently waiting. Nancy continued to study the carpet for some time before she spoke again.

"There's another reason too." Another long pause. "I'm not sure I deserve to have him back. I mean, I haven't exactly been an angel myself lately."

"Oh, Nancy, for heaven's sake! That's ridiculous. You haven't done anything so terrible. After all, you are a human being with normal human feelings and desires. And all this business with Rick has left you torn up and very vulnerable. You said yourself that Rick was probably seeing other women. Why do you have to be better than he is? You're setting up a no-win situation for yourself."

Still staring at the floor, Nancy was quietly crying. Tears rolled part way down her cheeks and dropped onto her bare legs.

Cindy didn't know what to do. Nancy's lack of response to any of her statements gave her no clues about what Nancy was thinking or how she felt about what the older girl had said. Afraid of saying the wrong thing, Cindy said nothing.

Finally Nancy stopped crying, got up, and went into the bathroom. After a long absence, she reappeared, looking much improved. She had washed her face, put on some make-up to hide her reddened nose, and applied eye drops to reduce the puffiness of her eyes. She seemed more cheerful.

"Hey, let's go do something. I want to get out of the apartment for a while. How about some tennis? I need to work off some of this nervous energy," she said.

After borrowing a racket from one of Cindy's neighbors, the two women walked toward the courts. As Cindy went to turn on the main lights, the blonde took a few practice lobs at the backboard. As Cindy entered the court, Nancy reached out and took her wrist.

"Look, it's not that I don't want your help," Nancy said. "I just need to sort things out. And please don't feel guilty about what happened with Lenny and Jim. Or between us. Maybe you're right about it, and I shouldn't feel guilty either. Anyway, nobody forced me to do anything, so it's up to me to come to terms with it. You have really been swell, and I appreciate your concern. Do you want to serve or shall I?"

Nancy took the service and played a spirited game. For a while she held her own, but her lack of recent practice was evident. By the end of the second set, she was tired and perspiring freely.