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CHAPTER FIVE
The next week passed quickly at times, and slowly at others. Both Owen and Rita, knowing that they had been cheating on each other, tried hard to please each other. When Owen had arrived back at his house, he was a little sheepish with Rita. The last thing he wanted her to suspect was that he had been fucking the lovely dark haired woman who lived just two doors down from him. He was very apologetic with Rita, and he refused to get angry with her, no matter what she said. While fucking Tina in her mouth had been something he wanted to do over and over again, he still liked the thought of being married to Rita. After all, of all the women he had known in college, he had chosen to marry Rita because he loved her, and feelings like that die very hard.
But he really had nothing to worry about with Rita. She had done something she never thought she would do in her life… let a man who was not her husband fuck her, and in her own home no less. If Owen ever found out about that, she thought, he would beat her to within an inch of her life and leave her. She loved him, and had ever since their first date. Even though Bob Reed had given her the orgasm her own husband had been failing to for the last six months or so, she was certain, now more than ever, that the problem lie with Owen. She wasn't going to bring it up again, though, since she was certain that she would let something slip about her escapade with Bob.
For the week before the party, both Owen and Rita were tense with each other, each trying overly hard to please the other in bed. It was from trying so hard that they both failed. Instead of doing those things which should come naturally, they were trying to cover up those things they considered mis-deeds.
The end result was, by the end of the week, that they were both on edge, and could just about stand being with each other. Neither one had managed to find the courage to talk much to the Reeds, though separately, on different occasions during the week, both Owen and Rita had called them up to confirm the party.
It was the party that the two of them were living for. The week of being in the same room with each other and not being able to think of anything to say was driving them both up a wall. Even though they had secret apprehensions about being with Tina and Bob, they believed that with so many other people around, their tensions would loosen up somewhat, and that it would be enjoyable.
All day Saturday, while Owen was away with the kids at the ice rink, Rita straightened up the house and made herself as presentable as she could. She wanted to make a good impression, not only on Bob again, and on Tina as well, but on the new people they would be meeting. She washed and set her golden, thick hair, making it fluffy without being frizzy, and while she had never felt the need for make up before, she decided that this time she would apply just a bit. She didn't know what kind of people she would be meeting, and she wanted to make sure she offended none of them by being too outlandish or too flippant and casual. She highlighted her cheeks with a hint of red, adding some of the color she had lost during the sunless winter. She glossed her lips with a flesh- tone lipstick, making them shine moistly. She did her nails in a clear lacquer and her eyes in a black liner. Then deciding that she would wear her two-piece black pants suit, she presented herself in the full length mirror of her bedroom for a final inspection.
She had always thought that she had a nice figure, and she had been told as much many times, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she had to admit that she had really out-done herself this time. For a moment, she wondered if perhaps she weren't going a little too far. The blouse of the pants suit was designed in such a way so that the top two buttons could be either fastened or not, and she had decided that she would leave them open. The cream whiteness of her flesh contrasted sharply with the black of the blouse, revealing a deep-plunging neck line and the fleshy cleft of her full, round breasts. The delightfully eye pleasing globes looked as though they wanted to tear the garment asunder, and wearing a bra to pull them together was useless with the outfit she had chosen. It just wouldn't look right at all. She stepped back a bit to admire the way her clothing followed the curves and contours of her form, hugging her waist and thighs, showing her for the total woman she knew she was. The final addition was a simple silver necklace, and she was amazed at how sensual and… well… sexy it made her look. She was smiling at her reflection, knowing that the evening would be a nice one, when she heard Owen come home.
He ran up the stairs, sounding as though he had worked up a lot of energy at the hockey practice, and she knew, she just knew, that the party was the very thing she and Owen needed. She turned to face him as he came into the bedroom, remembering what had happened the last time he had come home from the rink. She didn't want to do anything that would spoil this evening for them, and she forced a happy expression in her voice.
'Hello, honey,' she said as casually as she could. 'I gather you had a nice time with the kids.'
'It was all right,' he said coming into the room. 'Some of them…'
He stopped as his eyes fixed on the pleasing form of his lovely blonde wife looking at him with hopeful anticipation in her pale blue eyes.
'Saaaayyyyy…' he said as he recovered from the light shock of seeing her looking so beautiful. 'I like that. I'll bet you make all the husbands green with envy!'
The sincerity in his voice was total, and Rita could feel herself blushing slightly.
'Do you really think I look nice?' she asked in a timid voice.
'Foolish question,' he said, taking several steps and hugging her. He inhaled deeply the arousing aroma of her perfume, and then planted his lips firmly against hers, running his hands up and down her back, and shivering slightly as he felt her loins pressing against his.
'I… I thought this might be a little too much,' she said softly. 'I mean… this week has not been one of our best.'
She bit on her lower lip, hoping that this would not start an argument with Owen. More and more she was finding that she didn't know what he was thinking half the time, and the last thing she wanted to do was make him angry at her for any reason. At the very least, that could ruin their evening with the Reeds.
But Owen didn't want to upset the apple-cart any more than Rita did. Even though he had totally enjoyed fucking Tina, he still had some guilt feelings about it, and while he believed that sometime, soon, he would be getting his thick cock into the hot little pussy of their neighbor again, he had to remember that he was still married, and as such had certain obligations.
'I'll agree with that… that this hasn't been one of our better weeks,' he answered, pulling away from her and going into the bathroom to wash up. 'And I've been wanting to do something about it. But to tell the truth, I really don't know what to say.'
'Neither do I,' Rita said quickly, relieved that Owen seemed to be a little more understanding.
'I was thinking… thinking about what you said last week,' Owen called out over the running water. 'You know… about how I've been failing to… well… you know.'
Rita could feel her heart quicken as he brought up me topic. It had been tacitly taboo between them, and it was the last thing she wanted to talk about now.
But if Rita was apprehensive about it, Owen was determined that he was going to do his best to clear at least some of the air. 'I was wrong to go storming out of the house like I did,' he told her, drying his hands and neck with a towel. 'You had something you wanted to talk about, and it was wrong of me to just leave you hear all alone.'
Rita almost let slip that things had worked out very well because of that, but she checked herself just in time.
'A husband and wife should talk about zings like that,' Owen continued. 'And I'd like to start this evening off on the right foot by saying that, when we get home, if you still want to, we can talk about it then.'
Rita could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't know if they were tears of joy or not. She loved her husband, but she couldn't get out of her mind the cataclysmic orgasm Bob Reed had given her. She would have given everything she had to have another orgasm like the one she'd had a week ago, and she had been disappointed with herself for not making an effort to contact Bob when Owen had been away. Of course, mat worked both ways. Bob hadn't called her either.
She could sense that a lot of dead wood would be cleared away at me party tonight. She would have to speak to Bob Reed alone, and she was looking forward to the chance.
