Passion In James County XI
Abby
By D.C. Roi
Chapter nine
Several weeks passed after Abby wound up in bed with her friend Albert. During that time, she did manage to keep anything like it again from happening again, mainly by being careful not to allow herself to get into tempting situations.
Unfortunately, during that same time, things hadn't improved in her marriage. Lee remained as busy and inattentive as ever. Out of guilt over what she'd done with her friends' husbands, Abby found herself unable to address the issue of the problems in their marriage with him.
She'd just finished showering and was getting dressed to go to a dinner party at the home of Milton Boswell, president of the hospital's board of directors. For once, she and Lee would be spending an evening together, mainly because attendance at the Boswell party was expected of the hospital's senior staff.
"I'm home," Lee yelled as he came in the door and ran up the steps. "I know I'm late," he said, "I won't be long. They say it's good to be fashionably late, anyhow." He disappeared into the bathroom. He was out and dressed in no time, then he and Abby left for the party.
The Boswell mansion was magnificent. Abby had been there before, but she was still dazzled by how huge and ornate the place was every time she walked in.
Dinner, prepared by a European trained chef from a swank local restaurant who was hired by the Boswells for the occasion, was excellent. Abby ate far too much.
After dinner, as she wandered through the Boswell home, chatting with people, Abby saw Bill Coughlin and his wife Ellen circulating with the other guests, but she assiduously avoided contact with him, even though on a couple of occasions, it appeared as if Bill was trying to get her attention.
She met one of the new emergency room doctors, a woman named Melissa Ambrose, who had just moved into town. "Where are you living, Dr. Ambrose?" she asked the new doctor.
"Please, Abby, call me Melissa," the woman replied. "My husband and I bought a house on Athens Avenue."
"Athens Avenue, that's just around the corner from us!" Abby said. "We're almost neighbors. Maybe we can get together for coffee on one of your days off."
"That would be wonderful," Melissa said, "I'm dying to get to know more of the people in town and especially the families of my hospital colleagues."
Abby and the new doctor continued their chat while a band hired for the occasion set up and began to play. A few people were dancing. Abby mingled, looking for her husband, hoping she might be able to con him into dancing with her.
She hadn't seen Lee for a while and wondered where he was. Then she spotted him, across the room, standing very close to Carol Burke, his new scrub nurse, who had come to the event without her husband. They looked like they were having an intimate conversation and Abby felt a twinge of jealousy. She started toward them.
"Abby!" a feminine voice said. Abby turned and saw their hostess, Mrs. Boswell, approaching. "How are you? It's been so long since you and I have gotten together! Come with me, my dear, we simply must talk! You must tell me what you've been doing. When are you and Lee planning to have children? I think you should, you know..." The older woman prattled on about children and what a blessing they were as she took Abby's arm and led her off toward another area of the house.
"Do you know how long it's been since I've been alone with you?" Carol said. She was wearing a white dress that clung to her lush figure like a second skin. Her black hair, hanging loose, fell to her well-formed bottom and looked incredible against the white fabric of the dress.
Lee scanned her appreciatively and smiled. "It's been three days," he said. "I've missed being with you, too."
Carol leaned closer to him, brushing her breasts against his arm. "When can I see you again?" she whispered. "I need you so bad I can taste it!"
Lee looked around and smiled. "This house is really something, isn't it? Have you ever seen the rest of it?" he asked innocently. Carol's look of puzzlement amused him. "For example, did you know this house has seven huge bedrooms upstairs?"
"So what?" Carol replied. Then she realized what Lee was suggesting. "I see. I take it you want to show me the seven bedrooms."
"One of them, anyhow," Lee said, grinning. He took her arm and they headed into the huge foyer, then up the ornate staircase. When they reached the second floor, he took Carol's arm and they walked down the darkened hallway.
About halfway down the hall, Lee checked a door and found it unlocked. He opened it and pulled Carol through it. Inside the bedroom, they came into each other's arms, their lips joined, and their tongues probed deeply into their open mouths. Smoldering passion quickly built into raging fires of need in both of them as they clutched each other.
Lee caressed Carol through the silky material of her dress, grabbed her ass, and pulled her tighter against him, letting her feel the swelling in his groin.
Carol, excited by how adventuresome Lee was acting, ground her hips against him. "What about Abby?" she asked, "Won't she miss you?"
Lee shook his head. "Probably not," he replied, "I saw her talking Mrs. Boswell. I'm sure the old biddy will keep her tied up for hours."
He bent and began kissing her Carol's bare neck and shoulders and felt her shudder with delight. He moved toward the bed, pulling her with him, then he slid his hands up her arms and undid the string-like strap around her neck that held up the bodice of her dress. He peeled the fabric down, baring her breasts. Down over her chest his lips moved, then he was suckling her nipples. He kept at it until the buds of flesh were as hard as steel.
Ever since the time he made Carol come by sucking her breasts and learned her nipples were incredibly sensitive, he always paid particular attention to them.
