Jessica Adair - Wife on vacation

She had hoped the trip to L.A. would bring some answers to her dilemma, but she was no further along toward a solution than when she first arrived.

Lost in her thoughts and feelings of despair, Nancy was startled when the doorbell suddenly rang. She was even more surprised to find Jack Murphy standing in the doorway when she opened the door. His arms were full of white paper bags and two bottles of wine.

"Hi, I brought dinner. I hope you haven't eaten yet."

Smiling, he swept into the apartment and headed for the kitchen. There be began unloading small cartons from the bags and grouping them onto a couple of plates. Telling her to get some glasses, he produced a corkscrew from the pocket of his jacks and opened one of the bottles of wine.

"I knew you would be alone tonight, so I thought I would come over and keep you from getting lonely. I hope you don't mind. I'll leave if you want me to, but I brought you one of the best carry-out Chinese dinners in all of Southern California, and you are going to need help eating it," he said.

That was certainly true. Before her were at least seven or eight delicious-looking courses and several cartons of fluffy, steaming rice.

All through dinner Jack continued to joke and kid with her. As Nancy drank a few sips of her wine, Jack would refill the glass. Although he had not had much wine himself, he suggested opening the second bottle as they moved into the living room after dinner. It was dessert, he explained, since all the Chinese places had was fortune cookies.

In a short period Nancy had finished her first glass and started sipping from another.

The wine had given her a warm glow. Being only an occasional social drinker, she did not realize that the feelings of ease, friendliness and trust that she was experiencing were the result of the wine's effects on her brain.

All she knew was that this man seemed kind, gentle and understanding. Suddenly all the things that Nancy had kept bottled up inside her began to pour out in a jumble of words, and sobs. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she told Jack about the fears she had about her marriage.

Jack moved closer to her on the couch and put his arms lightly around her as she cried. Nancy stiffened at being held by someone she only knew casually, but she was reassured by Jack's soothing words. Sobs racked her body, and she buried her face into Jack's shoulder for comfort.

When her tears began to lessen, Jack talked to the young woman about her marital problems. He suggested that Rick's behavior might be the result of his having difficulty adjusting to married life or pressure at work, or both things.

Listening to the older man discuss her problems in such calm, rational tones made her feel more hopeful that she had dared to feel in months, optimism replaced the gloom of her previous mood, Nancy stopped crying and remained quietly in Jack's arms.

Suddenly she began to hiccup. First one, then another and another. Soon both Nancy and Jack were laughing uproariously, and the tension of the previous moments drained away.

"Hold your breath," instructed Jack. "Hold it as long as you can, and then take a long drink."

Following his directions, she gulped four large mouthfuls of wine before the hiccups subsided. Still laughing, the two shared another glass in celebration of his cure having worked.

Suddenly Nancy felt quite woozy. She leaned forward in an attempt to clear her head, but the movement made her even dizzier. Dropping back into Jack's waiting arms, she closed her eyes to shut out the spinning room and lay still.

Jack lifted the unconscious girl and carried her into the bedroom. Placing her tenderly on the bed, he stood looking at her for a long time.

Quietly he leaned over her and began to slowly unbutton her shirt. When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he unfastened the snap and lowered the zipper. The sleeping girl moaned and shifted her position but did not waken. Carefully Jack began to slide the jeans off her hips and down her shapely white thighs.

The jeans pulled her panties with them as they were tugged from her hips. The man leaned over her and unfastened the final button on her blouse to bare her lovely tits. Standing over her, Jack consumed Nancy's voluptuous body with his eyes. Her tit-mounds were held close together and pushed upward by her tight bra. They looked like two ripe melons waiting to be picked. The fine hairs on her stomach shone like golden down, and, through her sheer panties, he could see the faint outline of her cunt silt surrounded by silky blonde pussy hairs.

Her panties, bunched at her crotch by the removal of her jeans, were carefully removed. When she did not stir, Jack slipped his hands under her already-splayed legs and moved them farther apart to allow a better view of her glorious little pussy…

His hands moved lightly over her silky skin from her knees up the line of her perfectly formed thighs to her beautiful cunt mound. So young and fresh. His fingertips moved across the glistening curls to her pussy slit. Gingerly he separated the outer lips of her tiny cunt and gazed admiringly at her clit. He could barely control his urge to take her pussylips into his fingers and caress the tender folds, but he didn't dare. Afraid of waking the sleeping young woman, Jack continued his gentle embraces up her body to the lovely firm tits, Nancy knew she was dreaming, but it was so good that she didn't want the dream to end. Perhaps she could sleep forever. In the fog other dream she could see Rick, and it was almost as if she could actually feel his warm caresses. She smiled and arched her back to meet his exploring fingers as they neared her tits.

The sensations were so real. In the months before she and Rick had been married she had many such dreams.

The squeezes and tugs on her taut mounds were so wonderful. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. First, there were short little jerks and then longer, harder strokes.

Jack had not missed the young woman's responses to his probings. Perhaps she was only pretending to be asleep. If she was really unconscious, she was enjoying what he was doing anyway.

I could tell from looking at her that she was a hot little number, he said to himself. I'll give her something to smile about all right.

Kneeling on the thick carpet beside the bed, Jack leaned forward through the spread thighs to Nancy's cunt. Once again he parted her pink outer pussylips to look at the cuntflesh hidden within. Her clit was deep red and standing erect. He could wait no longer.

Cautiously he placed his tongue in the crevice beside her hard little clit and began to run his tongue slowly back and forth. When Nancy made no move to stop him, Jack began to flick his tongue from side to side, sweeping across her clit in teasing motions.

Again the woman sighed. In her mind's eye she saw Rick sprawled in front of heron the bed, intent on giving her the best pussy-licking she had ever had. Her throbbing clit sent daggers of passion through her every time Rick ran his tongue over it. Just when she was sure that she could not stand anymore, he pushed his tongue deep into her steaming cunthole. As the tip flicked in all directions Nancy shoved her hips forward in an attempt to devour even more of his wonderful tongue. Out his tongue came again to move down her crack toward her tight little asshole. Then back to her quivering clit to lick up the sides like a peppermint stick.

With gentle sucking, her clit was drawn between his teeth and held there as his tongue teased, tantalized, and tormented her swollen clit. Over and over, his wicked tongue traced its path, until Nancy was rocking from side to side in wild abandon. Cunt juice seeped from her little pussyhole and mingled with Jack's saliva. Jack drank in the salty fuck fluid as he began to remove his clothes.