with each other, and with other people. Things happen, we talk about them and clear them up. Things are better for a while, and then something else happens. Life is far from perfect.'
'I don't think Owen has come to that conclusion,' Rita said softly. 'There are times when he thinks he's still in college, and doesn't have to worry about anything but his image.'
'Ooohhh… have you talked to him about that?'
'I tried… sort of… tonight. That's what the fight was about. I told him that… that he wasn't making me… well… you know…'
'He wasn't making you happy in bed?'
Rita looked long at him before saying anything. She didn't like having her private life exposed like this, but at least Bob seemed to care where her husband didn't.
'Yes,' she sighed. 'I tried to tell him, but he just couldn't believe anything could be wrong with him. He called me names and said that it was all my fault.'
'Really? How long has this been happening?'
'Some six months,' Rita said before she had a chance to think.
Bob whistled, seeing that his work would be a lot easier, knowing that little bit of information. He gathered that Rita knew what fun fucking could be. If it hadn't been fun for her in so long, she would really be hot for a nice, thick cock. He smiled as he thought of Tina and Owen, wondering if Owen would be able to please her. She was pretty demanding when it came to fucking, and if superjock couldn't make his own wife happy…
But that was Tina's problem.
Letting her problems out like this brought about a wave of frustration and disappointment flowing through Rita's mind. She had kept so many things bottled up inside her for so long that her emotions broke like water through a leaky dam that threatened to crumble.
'He refused to believe me when I told him that he hadn't satisfied me in months,' she said, trying, though not very hard to hold back her tears. 'He told me that he had more experience than I did, and that he knew how good he was and that I was frigid and…'
She broke down at that point, dropping her head and crying into her hands as her glass fell to the floor. If there was ever a woman ripe for comfort, Bob thought, it was Rita right now. Bob lowered his drink to the floor and went over to her. He moved to one side and brought his arm around her softly rounded shoulders, knowing that he was almost home now.
In anticipation and eagerness, he could feel his cock swelling painfully in his pants. He knew that a good fucking would do Rita a world of good, and he was going to be the one to give it to her.
Using his powerful body for support, Rita leaned against him over the arm of her chair, resting her head on his shoulder. Bob gave her a little squeeze.
'Go ahead… let it all out,' he soothed. 'You deserve to be happy, Rita. If Owen can't see that, then I don't know about him.'
Rita wanted to tell him that Owen did make her happy… that he was a good husband and a good provider, and could be a good lover when he wanted to be.
But the words wouldn't come out. After what had happened earlier in the evening, she wasn't so sure that Owen was a good husband. Certainly no good husband would have done to her what Owen had.
Bob lowered his arm just a little, enough so that his opening and closing fingers were mere inches away from the soft swelling of her breasts. Even though she was crying, he could see through the thickness of her sweater that her breasts were swelling. She might not know it yet, but she was getting aroused. Again his ballooned cock spasmed. Just a little more now, and she would be like melted butter in his hands.
Rita felt, for the first time in a long time, safe and secure in her life. She didn't see anything wrong with Bob holding her like this. He was so strong and understanding… the way Owen had been when they were first married. She cried for a long time, hardly noticing that his hand was opening and closing very close to her breast. All she knew was that she was feeling the way she had when she had been on her honeymoon.
And then she was aware of a slight wetness emanating from her frustrated vaginal lips… a warmth that began to soak the crotchband of her panties and make them tight against her cuntal orifice. She stopped her crying, but she did not pull away from Bob, who was still opening and closing his hand around her lower shoulder. She began to feel good… very good.
She knew what she was thinking, and she knew that it went against everything she had been taught… everything she believed in.
She was thinking of having this near stranger fuck her! That would really show Owen. After all the things he had said to her earlier, she could get back at him by having her neighbor do what Owen had been failing to do.
That would really show him that he wasn't God's gift to humanity, as he had thought all his life.
Then she stiffened her body!
How could she be thinking something like that? Certainly the solution to her problems with Owen wouldn't be solved by having another man make love to her. That could only make things worse.
But her cunt had been so eager… and so disappointed for so long.
But having a man who wasn't her husband make love to her was so wrong. And besides… Bob was married… and…
She couldn't think. Everything was so complicated for her that she couldn't organize her thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at him to… to…
She wanted him to move away from her. Her mind was a seething conflicting mass of ideas and concepts… thoughts that would not gell. Even as she looked into his eyes, his light brown eyes, she could feel herself weakening, falling under the demands her body had been making all her life… demands that were not being met by her husband. God! Bob was so comforting, so understanding. His arm around her shoulder felt so good… Owen never held her like this anymore.
Bob's mind raced with only one thought. He didn't know what was running through her mind, but if she had ever looked ready to be kissed, now was the time. Her pale blue eyes had a worried look, but that didn't matter to Bob as he moved his face against hers, pressing his lips tightly to her in a hot wet kiss that sent shivers of desire and fear searing through the hungry young wife's body. For a long moment, she didn't know what to do. Was this just a friendly kiss? she wondered. Just something that he hoped would make her feel better? She thought it might be just that, but she rapidly changed her opinion when his moist, rigid tongue began thrusting against her lips.
Rita's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts, but her body was making its wishes known to her with every pound of her excited heart. She could feel her vaginal lips becoming flushed and wet, and her panties moved across her cunt with each little motion she made. As Bob knelt down and continued to press his tongue against her mouth, Rita could feel herself weakening… weakening… her body responding to those feelings and sensations Owen only thought he was bringing her.
And then her frustration broke like a mighty thunder storm. She couldn't help herself. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, and in the back of her mind was the thought that at any moment, Owen could come home and catch her. In a way, she hoped that he would. That would take the wind out of his sails. He would see with his own eyes that she was hardly frigid.
Far from it, in fact. He would see her locked tightly in the arms of another man… a man she hardly even knew, but a man who could bring her the delight Owen was failing to give her. It was a drastic move, she knew… the most drastic thing she had ever done in her life. She hadn't realized how desperate she had become, but there was no use in fighting it now. As she had with her fingers earlier in the day, she allowed her body to take control, and she groaned as she responded to the incessant tongue pressing against her. She opened her mouth and began to lash her tongue back into Bob's mouth, at the same time pulling her body off the chair so that he could better hold her. Hundreds of thoughts ran through her mind… thoughts that told her she was doing the wrong thing… that she wouldn't be doing this with anyone who was not her husband… that Bob was a married man…
She ignored them. With the mere touch of his lips and tongue against hers, he was releasing her pent-up arousal, and she was not going to be denied this time!
The young wife's eager reaction was all Bob needed. As they continued kissing with their mouths locked tightly, wetly together, Bob felt his cock spasm again and again, increasing his eagerness and reminding him that
