Jessica Adair - Wife on vacation

"Hmmmmm. He's not bad, not bad at all. Gay? Money? Wife?"

"I didn't notice. I am married, you know."

"My goodness, you sound like you have been married for fifty years. Just because you get married, you aren't automatically declared dead, you know. At the very least, you can still look." Both women laughed and walked arm in arm to Cindy's car.

During the long ride to Cindy's apartment they chatted about old times, news of family and friends, and recent happenings in both their lives. After a while Nancy fell silent and sat staring out of the window at the passing scenery.

"It may not be any of my business," Cindy said, "but is something wrong?"

"Of course not. Why would you think that?" replied Nancy a little too rapidly.

"Well, I was surprised that you suddenly took me up on my invitation to visit. First I don't bear anything from you for months, and then you call to say that you have plane reservations. It just seems pretty odd to me, that's all."

Cindy continued, "I'm not trying to pry. And maybe I'm wrong, but there just seemed to be something bothering you. I won't be offended if you tell me that it's none of my business. But we go back a long way, and I'd like to help if I can."

"I do sort of have something on my mind, but…" responded Nancy with her sentence trailing off into silence.

For a number of blocks she sat thinking, Nancy knew that her cousin knew her too well for her to be able to conceal anything from Cindy. In fact she had decided to vacation in California in the hope that the other woman would be able to help her with her problem. Still, talking about something so personal and painful was difficult.

She drew a deep breath and began to tell Cindy the real reason for her vacation. The first several months of her marriage had been perfect. She was so much in love with Rick that she had really overlooked or explained away the first warning signs that there might be something wrong. But in the last couple of months it had become too blatant to ignore.

The first thing she had noticed was that Rick had begun to work a lot of overtime. Even when he worked late, he usually stopped off at a bar near the plant to have a drink with his friends. Nancy hadn't really minded.

As time passed, it seemed that Rick came home later and later, and he was often a little drunk. When she tried to talk to him, he acted like he didn't know what she meant.

At first she had feared that he had another woman, but in the last few weeks she had begun to suspect that he had a drinking problem. When he had been drinking, he treated her differently – he was not as loving and kind as he had been as a young bridegroom, and their sex had taken on a rough and hurried tone.

The young bride could feel a tear trickle down her face as she talked.

"You are upset," Cindy commented soothingly as she handed the pretty young blonde a Kleenex. "Just tell Mother Cindy all about it."

A sad calm moved over Nancy as she continued to confide in her cousin. In the beginning their fucking had been good, really good. Even now it was not so much that Rick had lost interest in fucking as it was that he didn't seem to care about her needs or desires.

As his drinking had increased, his consideration and tenderness in bed had decreased until it seemed that he expected to fuck solely on his terms. It had begun to seem that their fucking was a convenient way for him to satisfy his own selfish needs.

Rick had been late coming home from the office again, although he had known that she was leaving for California the next day. When he finally came home, she could tell by the way he walked that he had been drinking. Nevertheless, Nancy was determined not to make a scene. She was very much in love with her husband and wanted their last evening together before her trip to be like old times.

As she kissed him, she smelled the Scotch on his breath. "I'll go start dinner," she said as she moved toward the kitchen.

"Oh, no rush. I'm not particularly hungry. I thought we could have a drink and relax a little first. How about it?"

Nancy settled onto the couch as Rick went into the kitchen for some ice. She had hoped that they could spend a quiet evening together, but it looked like her plans weren't going to work out.

Whenever he had several drinks, Rick was never in the mood for quiet talk and hand holding. He certainly would be in no mood to hear anything about her reasons for taking this trip to California.

At that moment he returned to the living room with two large glasses of ice. Filling the glasses two-thirds full of Scotch, Rick added a splash of soda to each drink as he continued to talk about things that had happened at work.

Not much was said as they finished their drinks. Nancy's lack of responsiveness to his comments about work told Rick that she knew he had been drinking, and he didn't want to risk her saying anything about it. Rick rose from the couch to fix more drinks even before Nancy had finished the one in her hand.

Midway through her second drink, Nancy felt the liquor begin to affect her. As its warmth spread through her body, she noticed the stirrings in her pussy. In spite of the problems they had been having, Rick was still the most important person in her life.

Gazing at him seated at the other end of the couch, Nancy's physical need to fuck continued to mount. She was still hurt by his insensitivity about their final evening together before her vacation, but she also longed to feel his arms around her.

Perhaps, she told herself, I have just blown this whole problem out of proportion. Maybe things really aren't as bad as they seem.

Nancy finished her drink and started toward the kitchen to begin dinner. As she passed him, Rick reached out, caught her hand, and pulled her into his lap.

Holding her close and flattening her tits against his chest, he began a series of long, slow kisses with his tongue teasing into her mouth in search of hers. Rick felt Nancy's breath quicken and her nipples grow rigid as they pressed against him. His hand moved up her body to her tit and tugged and squeezed the sensitive flesh.

Then his hand traveled downward across her slim body until it cradled her cunt mound. For some minutes he continued to hold and kiss and fondle his beautiful young wife before releasing her.

Loosening his hold on her, Rick leaned forward and whispered, "I just wanted to give you something to think about while you are making dinner."

The meal was uneventful. Rick insisted upon opening one of the bottles of wine given to them as a wedding present by Rick's boss, and they both had several glasses.

It was unusual for Nancy to drink very much, and the alcohol was going to her head. She was becoming more relaxed and less reserved, and she chatted animatedly through dinner. Their appetite dulled by the liquor, neither ate very much.

After dinner they moved into the living room. Rick fixed them both a large brandy, although Nancy protested that she didn't want anything else to drink. He had drained most of his drink even before he rejoined Nancy on the couch. Sitting down close to her, he slipped his hands under her blouse and roughly grasped her tits.

"You want me, don't you?" he hissed in a deep, throaty voice. "Why don't you show your old man just how much you want him?"

He grabbed one of Nancy's hands and forced it down onto his hard, bulging cock. Through his clothing, Nancy could feel his cock swell in response to her touch. Drawing her face to his, Rick gave her a rough kiss which left her upper lip bruised.

"Please honey, let's talk for a while," she said as she tried to squirm out of his grasp.

Tightening his grip on her, Rick growled, "Listen bitch. I want you, and I want you now. Don't give me any of that later shit. You're my wife, and I'll fuck you whenever and wherever I want." As if to emphasize his point he clutched one of her tits so hard that Nancy winced in pain.