"Just a wee something for you for being such a good traveling companion."
"But no one gives me gifts," she cried, ripped open the wrapping of the sixty-buck bracelet.
"Oliver this is gorgeous."
He squirmed and colored under her intense gaze.
"I shall treasure it always. You are so kind to me. You don't want sex from me but you enjoy my company. Well that's something."
They spent the afternoon beside the pool, watching two noisy families at play, enjoying the atmosphere. Every so often Leah reached for Oliver's hand and squeezed it and held it for a minute or two.
They dressed at 4:00 and went to a bar for a couple of slow drinks before ambling off somewhere for dinner.
Leah said, "Is it because you are married that you don't wish to have sex with me or is it you don't like me?"
Oliver smiled and held her gaze. "First let me ask you this: Why do you appear to be so insecure?"
"Because I've been constantly abused."
He laughed and said, "What you!" and then knew he'd goofed, watching her bottom lip protrude. "Sorry, I really am Leah. I ought to have known something had gone very wrong in the relationship with Asshole. Want to tell me about it?"
He slumped shoulders rose a bit and she said firmly, "Yes but you won't like it."
"Try me."
"Mom told me to stop using his name and that no way am I to go back to him. So we refer to him as Asshole. He has a small dick, only five inches."
"What when fully erect?" Oliver asked in disbelief.
"Yes and I'd had quite a few big ones in my time, some painfully so. I thought what a relief to find the guy who was engaging me romantically was under-endowed. Fellatio is fellatio no matter what length you gobble and Asshole and I found it best to have sex doggy. Providing I didn't thresh about he rarely fell out. But stupidly he wanted everything and when those more enterprising attempts usually failed he became increasingly depressed and he changed, losing his respect for me as if it were my fault. He began fisting me and if drunk would be yelling, 'Take this you bitch.' He even attempted to fist me anally but when I broke free I grabbed a kitchen knife and threatened him, saying I'd kill him in his sleep if he ever attempted to do that again."
"Good girl."
Leah smiled appreciatively. We settled into a routine that varied between doggy and fisting but three weeks ago he came home drunk with four of his drunken pals and the five of them masturbated over me, drenching me. Incredibly they all had small dicks. After showering I went to the bedroom and locked myself in. I packed up the things I really wanted and left during the night, the five of them were asleep on the floor of the lounge. I stayed with mom and she advised me to just disappear. We went to her attorney and she signed the transfer of ownership of an apartment in Manhattan she'd inherited from her second husband. I had just told her the previous night I felt I was ready to move and next day she called to say she'd met a clean-cut guy who'd impressed her. She told me you had agreed to take me to New York and that you looked trustworthy and very fuckable."
"Your mom said that?"
Smiling weakly Leah said, "What trustworthy" and grinned when Oliver said, "Good one Leah."
"Leah I'm astounded that anyone could treat you so rottenly and admire you for shooting through. When we arrive in New York just disappear into the mass and start your life anew."
"That's what mom advised me to do and said if I had become afraid of men I could always take up with a lovely female."
"Would you want to do that?"
"No. Mom owns the apartment Asshole and I lived in so yesterday she planned to have an eviction notice served on Asshole with two security guys forcing him to pack his personal possessions and send him off with a boot up his ass."
"Couldn't the attorney have done all of that without muscle men?"
"Mom is canny. She didn't want her apartment trashed. He has our car and our joint possession won't come to much so mom believes he won't seek a divorce and after a couple of years if I want a divorce I could return to my home state and file for divorce as an abandoned wife. She believes Asshole won't respond to any attempts to locate him and get a legal response from him. Even if he does come forward she said it won't matter because we didn't have much in the way of marital assets to split. Asshole and I lived the high life and spent almost everything we earned."
"Well all I can say is you've done the right thing and I'm proud of you."
Leah smiled and took his arm and they went to their table.
They chose Chinese and during the leisurely meal Leah said, "And what's it with your marriage?"
Oliver shifted uncomfortably on his chair. "Her mother is a bossy bitch, always interfering. My wife was fine for the first couple of years of marriage, sweet and considerate and regarding us as a well-functioning team and we were at that stage. But then she began to change, rather slowly and within two more years I'd concluded I'd married a shrew. She became bossy just like her mother and we began to scrap and soon not a day went by without us having at least one confrontation and we lost respect for one another. With that happening I went off the idea of having children, not wanting to have them reared in a household where their parents scrapped. She resented that and left me for almost a month but then lost patience with her mother and returned to live with me. She now only wants sex one a week and sometimes complains that's too much."
Leah's mouth fell open but she refrained from commenting.
"Nice food," he said and that appeared to end that topic until Leah said, "Does the fact you are moving to New York for a while without your wife suggest you are running away?"
He wriggled on his chair again but finally had his thoughts sorted. "I really don't want to talk about her but I'll say this. When Uncle Roy called me to help out I suggested we could try that period as a trial separation. But she hit the roof and said no way would she contemplate a divorce. She'd made a mistake marrying me and she was determined to live by that mistake. She's Catholic. That's all I wish to say."
"Well that satisfies me Oliver except it doesn't explain why your wife finds you unsuitable for her needs after marrying you for life and why she has become a shrew. The problem could be her mother, I just don't know."
"Let's leave it there. In two days you'll be settling into your new life in New York and I'll be out of your life."
"Do you want me out of your life?" Leah said gently.
He acted as if he hadn't heard her say that.
"Oliver please reply."
"I'd be a fool to let you go."
CHAPTER 2
Leah's heart rate soared when Oliver said he'd be a fool to want her out of his life. She'd much rather had he clutched over his heart and said he loved her and never wanted her to leave him, but that was over-expecting. At least he'd not rejected her.
Leah ate slowly and fed Oliver some chicken from her sweet and sour dish to try. She watched his lips close over her chopsticks to remove the morsel. Oliver had olive skin, dark hair and was very good looking. She'd had his long and thick dick in her mouth the previous night and he'd gotten her off brilliantly just after dawn today and that made her think his wife must be raving mad to allow that talent to go virtually unused. God any man denied opportunity to fuck would go off and find it elsewhere.
She smiled and Oliver smiled back at her. Leah thought of squeezing his dick between her breasts and opening her mouth to take all he had when he ejaculated. She then took fright. Mrs Webb was not giving her husband the sex he wanted so why wasn't Oliver ramming Leah Rainsford 24/7 when it was practically laid out for him?
Leah sniffed and thought he regarded her as a slut and Oliver Webb had high standards and didn't fuck sluts. God how could life be so unfair. This guy coming from a little city into a mega city would probably fuck a hooker and not realize she wasn't a film star until she asked for the payment. Leah thought she had sufficient experience to nail most guys but they would be coming on at her; the problem with Oliver was he didn't seem to care what she had waiting for him between her legs.
Well she had tonight and tomorrow night to try to nail him. If she failed to do that he'd just disappear, leaving her to get her sex from jerks or the partners of women in her apartment block. She'd have to move gently in on him, to attempt to get his motor running without being too obvious. Once she managed to control him he'd see the sense of fucking her.
As they walked back to the motel Leah said she was going to have a bath and invited Oliver to join her.
"You had a bath before we left for the bar," he accused, as if there was a water supply crisis or her memory was defective. It was like been kicked in the head; she'd stupidly fouled up because she hadn't thought the tactic through. Now she had a headache.
Oliver stopped at the entrance and said he was going for a walk.
"That's fine," Leah said, aware she hadn't been invited to walk with him and wondering if he would look for a hooker.
"Don't wait up for me. I could be some time."
"Well a hooker would have him off within two minutes so what was it? Oh the asshole, he wanted her asleep before he came to bed!
