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It seemed like Betsy had been sitting on the couch for days, staring out the open window. In truth it had only been a couple of hours. She'd already listened to The Beatles
Abbey Road
and
Let It Be
albums. It was Elton John's
Madman Across the Water
that was currently on her stereo.
She loved listening to the popular music of the day, finding it as exciting as what was going on sexually among the youth of the country during the past few years. To her they went hand in hand, and she found herself drawn in the direction. She was thankful her oldest son had left most of his albums home while he was away at college.
She'd gotten up early and made breakfast for her and Neil, ushering him out the door just before eight so he could catch the school bus. After he left, she did a few chores around the house, tidying up and starting some laundry. Once she cleaned up the kitchen, washing and putting away the dishes, she made her way to her bedroom.
It had become her routine. With Gene off at school, she only had one child to deal with at home. Once he was gone for the day, she had the house to herself, and she took full advantage of it. She nearly jumped onto her bed, the left side untouched because it had never been slept in. But her side was rumpled from another restless night of sleep.
Reaching for her nightstand, she pulled out a vibrator; a purchase she'd made on her last trip to Chicago. It was longer than her husband, about nine inches to his nearly eight, but it was only half the girth of Darren's fat cock, and it was that feeling of being incredibly stuffed that she missed. Not that the vibrator didn't have its own merits. The buzzing made it work for her in his absence. She wasted little time, jamming the fake phallus deep into her pussy, turning it to the highest setting. She needed an orgasm in the worst way, having had trouble unwinding the last few days, and she knew why.
She'd had a tiff with Darren before he'd left for his road trip on Monday. It was silly, but it gnawed at her that they hadn't made up before he pulled out of the driveway. Later that night she was cursing herself, thinking of how her friend June had lost her husband in a car accident on a business trip for the same company Darren worked for. It was that tragedy that brought her family to Virginia to begin with; Darren having been promoted to Earl's position in order to help stabilize the growing district.
While she didn't worry that the same misfortune would befall her, it did cross her mind that her last words to her husband were rather unpleasant. It was something she'd sworn she'd never do whenever he would leave for an extended time.
It was decades before the invention of the cell phone and Darren rarely, if ever, called her during his trips. It was a cost saving tactic, one that she'd gotten used to over the years. She had a rough itinerary of when and where he'd be as far as his stops, but never where he would actually stay overnight. He tended to push himself on the road, wanting to get to another destination, always wanting to make as many stops as he could. It was one of the things that made him such a great salesman, and now that he was in charge of his own district, it was a trait that made him successful in that position as well. Darren wasn't afraid of hard work, and driving was part of the job.
She knew if she had an emergency, she'd figure out a way to contact him. As always, she had phone numbers of all the companies he was going to be calling on. She also had a list of contact names. All it would take would be calling the one on the list that made the most sense for what day and time it was. If he hadn't stopped there yet, she'd leave him a message to call her when he arrived. If he'd already been there, she'd simply call the number for the next destination on the list. It was as real-time as communication could be for 1972, and she'd learned to deal with it over the years.
That is unless they'd had an argument before he left. Then not being able to readily get in touch with him was a tough pill to swallow. He'd been gone four days, and with it now being Friday she couldn't wait for him to get home to make it up to him. It wasn't a big argument. More of a stubborn disagreement really, but she'd dug her sexy heels in and stood firm in her belief that she was right. He brushed it off at first, thinking she was just being playful, until she became sarcastic. At that point, he knew she was serious. He stayed until he'd had enough of her bitching. Slowly rising, he casually rinsed his coffee cup in the sink, before grabbing his suitcase as he headed for the door to the carport.
The argument had all started because she'd gotten up later than she wanted to and that put her in a bad mood. Darren was already in the shower when she woke, and she had to scramble just to get a rushed an uncooperative Neil off to school. Her hope was for her husband to fuck her one more time before he left on his trip, and that went out the window with her forgetting to set her alarm.
Instead of making the best of things, she started whining and complaining as soon as Neil was out the door. She had no right to, really. After all, her life was so much better the last several years; ever since they went to Chicago on a secret vacation four years before... a vacation that changed their life.
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Thoughts of that first magical week in Chicago filled Betsy's head as she waited on the couch for Darren to come home.
Levon
was serenading her through the speakers, not that she was paying all that much attention to the song at the moment. It was literally background music to the images playing in her head.
It was hard not to reminisce about her first adult vacation, as she liked to recall it. If it wasn't for that week, she wouldn't be sitting naked in her living room in the middle of the day. It seemed odd that the two were associated, but she seemed to link
every
sexual thought she'd had from the last four years to that incredible week in early August of '68.
She really thought at the time that the end of her sexual reawakening would have been that Tuesday night when they'd returned to the hotel from the ritzy country club. She'd stripped for Darren in the hallway of the hotel, hoping he'd take advantage of her right away once they entered their room. Instead he was patient, which was uncharacteristic for him, and he forced them to talk about their dreams and desires regarding their sex life... a subject she'd more than hinted about the night before.
So, they talked, sharing the intimate fantasies of how they
wished
things were between each other. Much to their surprise, there were a great deal of them that aligned and they found that exciting. Taking the initiative, Darren requested his wife masturbate for him. When her orgasm approached, he couldn't take it anymore, and he leapt across the room to fuck her hard and deep; he still fully dressed, while she was just in her heels. It was hot, and erotic. It was one of the most incredible sexual encounters they'd ever had. Until she returned from the bathroom a short time later and begged him to
fuck his slutty wife in the ass
, stating it calmly and confidently.
She really thought that would be it, though. Yes, they'd had a talk, and a wild couple of days in the city. But she didn't really expect much more to come of it. While it felt good to get some things off of her chest, she rationalized that having two kids at home was a sexual death sentence. She reasoned she should be happy with how things had been, while looking forward to those rare special moments like the one they'd just had.
Those feelings were reinforced the next day. They were vacationing with their friends, the Richardsons and the Fosters. The three couples went sightseeing, but true to its name, it was a very blustery day in the Windy City. The gusts were whipping around downtown, making it feel much colder than the actual temperature because of the proximity of Lake Michigan. That had them bundling up to stay warm. It was a far cry from the previous couple of days, where the women had been able to raise the temperature a bit with the revealing outfits they had been wearing.
Still they had a great time. Darren got along marvelously with the other guys. He always had. And the girls were Betsy's two best friends on earth. It was hard not to have fun with them; Darren opined that one would have to work at it, and even then, you'd probably still
accidentally
have a blast being with them.
The weather conditions seemed to sap everyone's strength though. They were out most of the day, grabbing a bite for lunch at a hotdog stand. They tried afterwards to do some more sightseeing but it was rather fatiguing. Instead of making grand plans like they had the other nights they'd been there, they decided just to keep it simple and meet up for dinner at their hotel restaurant. It proved to be a good idea, as Mack was yawning all during their meal.
"I can see
you're
going to be a lot of fun tonight," his wife Carrie teased.
"I'm sorry sweets. I'm exhausted. I think I could fall asleep right here."
He wasn't alone though. As they made their way to the elevator with the other two couples, Betsy gave Darren a knowing nod. They brushed their teeth as soon as the got to their room and then the two of them went straight to bed, never bothering to turn on the light. They were out within ten minutes.
