Jessica Adair - Wife on vacation

Cindy's own hot cunt demanded attention, and she removed her fingers from Nancy's throbbing clit and placed them on hers. Fucking the other woman with the dildo had excited her to the edge of cumin jug already. Her reddish-purple clit bud was distended and covered with fresh lube in anticipation. Soon the moans of both passion crazed cousins filled the air.

As Cindy fucked the cock into her cunt, Nancy fingered her own clit. The twin sensations had turned her into a molten mass of pure lust.

If this was perverted and depraved, she didn't care. All she wanted was to stay like this forever.

"Ooooooooohhhhh!" exclaimed the young blonde as her fierce cum swept over her with a shudder.

The sound of Nancy's cuming was all that Cindy needed to spark her own. Slipping the drenched dildo out of her cousin's pussy slit and into her own overheated pussy, she fucked the dildo repeatedly against her spasming cuntwalls.

With a few additional tugs on her tender clit Cindy felt the sweet release of her cum swelling within her. A final fuck of the fucking dildo ended her anticipation.

Physically exhausted and emotionally drained by their fucking, the two beauties drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. After a brief nap, Nancy woke refreshed and hungry. Quietly disentangling herself, she rose from the bed, took her robe, and went into the kitchen.

Nancy settled on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a glass of milk. Once her snack was prepared, she wandered into the bedroom and picked up Rick's letters from the dressing table.

She left them unopened on the table before her as she ate. Staring at the pile she debated whether she should open them. The arguments Cindy had presented in favor of giving Rick another chance echoed in her head.

Picking them up, Nancy shuffled through them as if trying to divine their contents through the envelopes. Then she put them carefully back into order according to the postmarks. For some minutes she continued to stare at the stack before she picked up the top envelope and tore it open.

Nancy read it slowly and then turned it face down on the table. She didn't open another immediately but sat staring into space.

One by one, she read Rick's letters and turned the face down on top of the previous one. When she finished the last one, Nancy rose from the table and walked aimlessly around the apartment.

Her emotions were in a turmoil. Rick's letters were full of promises and pleading. He said that he was seeing a therapist about his drinking and that he was beginning to understand the reasons for it. He sounded confident of changing and more realistic about the situation than Nancy had ever heard him be.

Perhaps he really meant what he said this time. The letters sounded so sincere. For the first time since their problems began, Rick not only admitted that there was a problem but was also seeking professional help for it. If only she could believe his promise to continue until he had worked it through.

There was another problem, one that she had been unwilling to face. Even if Rick was making a sincere effort to change, how could she go back to him now after what she had done? How could she face him and pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened on her vacation to California?

Filled with feelings of despair, she sat staring at the stack of letters. Turning it over, she slowly reread each letter. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks as she read kick's words of hope and love. Was all this lost forever?

Cindy was surprised to find herself alone when she woke. Pulling on some jeans and a T-shirt, she left the bedroom. The sight of Nancy sitting at the dining table with tears streaking down her face stopped her in her tracks.

She stood in the doorway uncertain about what she should do. Nancy seemed lost in private thoughts. She could not bear the sight of the pretty young girl sitting there alone crying. Quietly she approached and put her arms around Nancy's shoulders.

"Can I help? I've got a strong shoulder for crying and lots of Kleenex for drying away tears."

Nancy let out a loud sob and turned to bury her face in Cindy's bosom. Her body racked with sobs, Nancy did not speak for a long while. Finally choking off her anguished weeping, she began to tell Cindy about the letters and her feelings of guilt and hopelessness.

"Look," Cindy said, "you are just creating barriers for yourself again. Why don't you call Rick and talk to him? You can't just give up with out even trying. You love the guy, and he loves you. So you've got everything to gain and nothing to lose by calling. And if you still feel guilty and want to confess your sins, do it after you're home with him. Come on. Call him?"

Nancy walked to the phone and dialed her own number. "Rick?" she asked tentatively. "I… I've missed you."

"Oh, baby, I've missed you too I was afraid I wouldn't hear from you, afraid that you had given up on me. Not that I would blame you, but I do love you so much. I couldn't stand to lose you."

"Oh, Rick, I've been so lonely without you. I just read your letters for the first time. I wasn't brave enough to read them before. Did you, did you mean what you said in them?"

"Every word of it. After you left, I hit rock bottom. I realized that I didn't want to live without you, and I didn't know what to do for a while. Oh, Nancy, I've been so terrible to you. I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to give me another chance, but I hope you will. I need you so much. Can you ever forgive me? No… don't answer yet. I don't want to risk your saying no."

Hurriedly Rick told his wife about his visits to the therapist and the progress he was making in understanding his problems. As his words tumbled out Nancy began to feel genuinely encouraged.

"Rick, look… I have something to tell you, and I'm afraid it isn't very pleasant. If you still want to get back together after you've heard what I have to say then I'll come home."

"No! Wait! Before you say anything, hear me out. Things have been pretty rough for you, and it's my fault. I've done lots in the past few months that I regret, and maybe you have too. But there's no reason to dwell on that now. We don't want to live in the past when the future is going to be so much better. Let's just leave the past in the past and start fresh. How about it?"

"But… I think there are some things you should know," Nancy protested.

"Nancy, stop. I could tell you some rotten things I did after you left, but it wouldn't erase them or change them. Do you want to know about them? Would it help us?"

"No, no, I don't want to know," she answered.

"Well, don't tell me anything either. I don't care about anything but your love. Come home to me. Let's just wipe the slate clean and start over."

By the time Nancy got off the phone she was smiling brightly. She ran into the kitchen where Cindy was washing dishes and gave her a big hug. For the first time in weeks, she looked truly happy. The whole story of her conversation with Rick came tumbling out in a confused torrent of words.

"He loves me and he wants me to come home. I know we can work things out. I just know we can. Oh, Cindy, I'm so happy!" shouted the young blonde as she rushed into the bedroom and began grabbing her clothes from the closet.

"He loves me and needs me and doesn't care about anything else. And I'm going home on the first plane I can get. Call the airlines for me, will you? I'm going home!"