After sharing an entire week together all alone, Wendy and Brad awoke to their alarm clock, as it was all coming to an end. It was time to pick up their children. Wendy peered off at the clock in a daze and then reached to shut it off. She was frustrated. Suddenly she felt all worn out again from all the attention the children took from her.
Brad lay there feeling the pangs of frustration building once again. He had tried everything he could to bolster their relationship and as a result, he was worried. It seemed the entire week they just spent together literally wasted away before his very eyes. They each cherished the quality time they spent together but something was missing. The loving dinners, dances and closeness they shared when they went on walks were genuine and true. However they both yearned for new sparks to fly between them and much to their displeasure none occurred. They loved each other, but everyday seemed like the one before. Just too plain and continually draining.
Brad turned towards Wendy and held her close. He leaned over her slightly and kissed the side of her left cheek. She lay there feeling secure, not really responding, but wanting more. Brad slowly eased back on his pillow when he sensed Wendy draw herself away from him.
He was ready to get up and just walk away. He was crushed. His feelings were hurt and he actually felt a bit peeved she was doing this to him. She was feeling the same thing and he knew it. However he couldn't believe she just gave him the cold shoulder. In his mind he was triggering himself to do everything he could to please Wendy. But his attempt was snubbed. As he lay back on his pillow staring at the ceiling he began festering with resentment towards Wendy. He felt terrible.
After a few moments of silence Wendy got up out of bed. She reached for her bathrobe on her way to the bathroom to shower. Brad kind of leered over towards her following her with his eyes as she walked away. He thought, "damn I love her." He had to do something. He knew she was everything her ever dreamed of. However, she was once again in a mood too shattered for him to pull her out of it.
Brad walked this tightrope before and felt totally helpless. His mind was in circles and he was aching for her. His entire body was tingling for her from the moment he woke up. His thoughts constantly reminding him, "if she only knew how bad I'm aching for her." He sort of bit his lip and got up out of bed. Another raging hard-on morning shot right down the tubes. He wasn't nearly as horny for her as he was for missing their companionship. He knew Wendy felt the same way.
He went out into kitchen and poured himself a tall glass of milk. He drank it. Then reaching into the refrigerator he grabbed a can of pop. His mind was playing games again and he suddenly felt sneaky. His mind just never stopped. He never gave up for one moment. He didn't feel resentment anymore. As soon as it entered his mind it was swept away. Off he went to the bathroom, grinning devilishly.
He entered the bathroom and could barely see his way through the steamy room. As he walked in, he spoke to Wendy letting her know he was there so she wouldn't tense up. He honestly thought to do everything he could to make sure she was always at peace with him. He knew she liked that about him, so not once did he stop thinking of her first. He called out to her; "I love you Wendy."
As she was answering him, he slowly opened the shower curtain behind her and touched the ice-cold pop can on her butt. She jerked and instantly stopped short of saying how much she loved him as she squealed in a shriek at how damn cold the can was. They both laughed.
Brad opened the shower curtain more and stepped halfway into the shower. He reached for her and pulled her firmly against his chest, then he kissed her. Water was spraying everywhere and he didn't care one bit. He pulled back slightly, looking deeply into her eyes and whispered, "I love you." Wendy's heart just melted.
She loved his puppy dog stares. She really did. Her emotions were melting her into a little puddle. "Brad" she said, "please don't scare me like that again okay?" Brad lifted his half-soaked body out of the shower entirely amused at himself. He didn't say a word. He started to shake up the pop can, hoping Wendy was watching through the faintly clear shower curtain. She did. She was begging him, "oh no, Brad... damn it, what are you doing now?" He stood there with a huge grin plastered on his face knowing deep down she was enjoying the hell out of this. As he reached into the shower again, teasing her as if he was going to spray her with the pop, he said, "come here and kiss me again and I promise not to open it." She shot him a coy, weary look of apprehension and hovered near the corner of the shower. She figured he wasn't going to actually open the can, so she kind of slithered over to him and kissed him. As he was kissing her, he kissed his way to her ear and whispered, "later on I'm going to go down on you honey." Brad then handed her the pop can and left.
"Damn him, he did it again!" She thought to herself, "that bastard made me wet inside and out and left!" He sure did. She was so overjoyed at how giggly he had just made her, she forgot all about the stunt he just pulled.
It wasn't but a few short moments and she noticed how damp he had just made her. Now she was angry with herself for letting him slip through her fingertips.
All week long moments like this had occurred and until now she didn't realize how distant her feelings for him had been. Lately her frame of mind would resent him for it, but the lust she felt overpowered it. What Brad just did finally woke her up out of the spell she had been in. "The poor guy," she thought to herself, "he's been trying all along and I missed it." She felt bad. She was totally in love with him.
Wendy may have felt bad, but instead of going back into the trance she usually went into, she decided right then and there she was going to make it up to him.
They each prepared for the drive they were going to take to get their children. Brad was obviously hiding that he was upset. His mind was racing to somehow shake Wendy's attitude.
He was feeling a little beside himself as he reached down into the trunk putting their suitcase in it. Suddenly Wendy came around to the back of the car and hip checked him very hard. She was in a very flirty mood and Brad knew it immediately. As she did this, Brad's mood lifted entirely. He was sort of fumbling and yet feeling pretty cool. He gathered himself trying to tease her into thinking he wasn't horny, but the cool look in his eyes said something entirely different.
To make sure she made her point, Wendy stepped in front of Brad and straddled his right thigh. She was rubbing her crotch on him and clamping her legs tightly around his thigh. With her right leg between Brad's legs she wrapped it around his leg and hooked her foot around his ankle as she was rubbing her crotch on him. She looked right at him and said, "you're right, you are going to eat me, but not here at home though, but in the car."
Brad was puzzled. He was kind of nervous, worried even. His sweetie was sure hot now though! After all, that lovely, lively smile she shot at him made him hard! God he loves her like this! He couldn't get the in the car and on the road soon enough.
Then it occurred to him, "how the hell are we going to do this?" he thought. "Its daylight!" At that, he all of the sudden went limp. "Oh man?" he thought.
Shortly they were on the road and listening to songs and flirting with each other. Wendy was wiggling all over and Brad's pants weren't roomy enough. He kept adjusting his pant legs and pulling the material down so they weren't so tight in his bulging crotch area. He loves the full, thick feeling he gets when Wendy turns him on. You know... the kind of feeling where he feels real cock-heavy and thick. Not rock hard, just heavy... pulsating and that all too familiar deep down trembling feeling.
With Wendy being in such a horny mood, he was feeling awfully cool right about now and was living it up to the hilt.
Wendy on the other hand was bouncing off the walls. Her entire body was abuzz. She continually had slight hot flashes with her entire body quivering. Anything she touched made her hotter, especially Brad. She knew she was in a mood, a naughty mood and nothing was going to make her stop wanting to fuck Brad the way she wanted to!
She sat there constantly reaching over and feeling Brad's thighs. Touching and feeling his thighs alone nearly made her explode. She loves his legs. Especially the feeling that she gets when he's between her legs, pumping into her while she's brushing her own legs on his. The thought of that, sent shivers throughout her whole body.
As she reached over to touch him, she made sure her arm reached across the front of her breasts so she could feel her own warmth. Squeezing her swelled breasts together almost took her breath away. Her top, each time she reached to touch him, would loosely tease her nipples as her arm pressed against herself.
The ride was going to last a few short hours. However this time it seemed like time was standing still.
Shortly after they had left home, Wendy had taken off her shoes and socks and at times would put one or the other of her feet in Brad's side or on his leg.
Brad loved it when Wendy touched him. Whether it was with her hands, her feet, anything, he always was in heaven whenever she paid this much attention to him.
Any part of Wendy that touched him, sent sparks flying down deep within his loins. He's always been very aroused at anything she did whenever she touched him.
Nearly every time Wendy touched him, his hands touched her. He felt sort of cool, and she was on fire.
Out of nowhere, Wendy unzipped her pants and tugged and pulled at them until they were completely off. Brad was raging hard instantly!
