Passion in James County XIII
Nancy's Quest
By D.C. Roi
Chapter four
"How was the convention?" Nancy's husband George asked when he arrived home from work the day she returned. The crisis that had kept him from going to the convention with her was continuing, which meant he had to work late hours.
Nancy was in the kitchen, cleaning up a few dirty dishes her husband and kids had left on sink. After she got the kids to bed, she changed into a silky nightshirt she sometimes wore around the house because she knew George liked it. She knew he liked it even more when she wore it without anything under it, which was how she was wearing it tonight. The nightshirt, worn that way, usually led to love-making. Maybe making love with George would help her atone for the things she'd done at the conference.
The nightshirt hung just below her firm, shapely bottom. She knew her ass was one part of what had attracted George to her fifteen years earlier. She was glad it remained good, even though she'd had three children.
"I signed enough sales contracts to make the sales manager a very happy man," Nancy replied.
Her husband put down his briefcase, walked across the kitchen and pulled her against him. Nancy was surprised to feel a rush of excitement when she felt his stiffening cock pressing against her bottom. Maybe the things she did at the convention weren't going to affect her love life after all. "What's that?" she asked and wriggled her bottom against her husband.
"What do you think it is?" he replied and cupped her breasts in his hands.
Nancy groaned with happiness. She loved having her breasts played with and George knew exactly how she liked it done.
"I take it you missed me," she giggled. "I know that isn't a gun in your pants. You don't have a permit for a concealed weapon."
"I thought about you every night, and couldn't get to sleep because of that," George said. He turned her in his arms and their lips joined.
"I missed you, too, honey," Nancy replied. She felt a little breathless. "Let's go to bed. I'll finish this stuff up later."
Instead of starting for the stairs, George stood there, grinning. "You know," he said, "I've always wanted to try something and, since the kids are in bed..." He backed her to the kitchen table, put his hands under her arms, picked her up and sat her on it.
Nancy was both surprised and delighted that her husband was being creative in his love-making tonight. "George, what on earth do you think you're doing?" she giggled while he unbuttoned her nightshirt, which fell apart, exposing her legs and middle.
"You'll see in a second," George murmured as he moved between her legs, opened his zipper and fished out his erection.
"George, somebody could come to the door!" Nancy exclaimed. "Or...or the kids could come down..."
"I thought you said the kids were in bed, asleep," her husband replied, then he shoved his cock into her. "And it's too late for anyone to come to the door."
Nancy felt passion rising rapidly in her as he plunged his erection into her. Her arms encircled her husband and pulled him to her as his cock slid in and out of her hot, snug opening. "Oh, God, darling! I really missed you! I need you!! Oh, God, do I ever!" she groaned while her husband's cock delved into her. "Darling, I...I'm not sure I can wait. I...I'm too turned on!"
"Don't wait!" her husband whispered. "Come, sweetheart! Come for me! I missed you so much!"
"Gahhhhhhhddddd!!!! Yes, George!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!!" Nancy cried, when her body exploded into spasms of joy. "Yessssssss!!! Oh, God, George, yessssssssss!!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Nowwwwwwwwwww!!!"
"Uhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" her husband yelled as his molten sperm blasted into her.
"God!" Nancy cooed, hugging her husband. She could feel his cock soften, then slide out of her. "You really were horny! Maybe I should go away more often!"
"I'm not sure I'd like that," George replied. "You have no idea how lonely I was when you were gone." He smiled and kissed her on the forehead.
Nancy kissed and hugged her husband, then slid off the table. "Oh, darn, we got the table all sticky," she exclaimed, seeing the damp spot where their mingled juices glistened on the table. She kissed her husband again. "I'll clean it up as soon as I go to the bathroom."
When she finished cleaning herself up, she went back to the kitchen. George was drinking a glass of juice.
"So, you never told me, did you have a good time at the convention?" he asked.
"Wha...? Oh, yeah, it was OK," Nancy replied. "It would have been a lot better if you'd been there, though." She put her arms around her husband from behind and hugged him. Guilt began to fill her mind as she did.
"Did you do anything other than make sales?" her husband asked.
"Mostly I stayed in my room, you know me," Nancy said, and hugged him again. What she'd told him was the truth, mostly. She hoped he would never find out what she'd been doing while she was in her room, though. "What did you and the kids do while I was gone?"
"Tried to get along without you," George said. "And as usual, we didn't do a very good job. Which you probably realized when you saw the sink full of dishes." He put the last dish on the drainer to dry, then let the water out of the sink and dried his hands.
They watched TV for a while, then they went to bed. As she lay next to her husband, unable to sleep, she kept trying to figure out why she couldn't keep from doing things like those she'd done at the convention. Then she remembered an incident that occurred in her life when she was a teenager. "God, I wasn't any different then, was I?" she thought. Memories of what happened that other time became clearer:
She had been baby-sitting for Glen and Dora Davis for three years and was a senior in high school. Back then she wore her hair long, almost to her waist, and straight. Guys she dated told her she had a very sexy body and she wore snug clothing because it got her a lot of attention. She had been sexually active since she was fifteen, but only with guys her age.
During years she was baby sitting for Glen and Dora, she became friendly with both of them, but especially Glen. She and he talked a lot when she came over to baby-sit, and they'd talk sometimes when he was outside working in his yard when she walked by on their house.
She had a feeling Glen had the hots for her. When his wife wasn't looking he would let his eyes travel over her body the same way guys her age did. Guys that wanted to make it with her. And he always took time to talk with her when she came over to sit with the kids. He wasn't that bad looking, and the fact that he was married, but interested in her, aroused her interest. She got a kick out of flirting with him, but was always careful to do it when his wife wasn't looking. Even though she knew he wanted to go to bed with her, she never dreamed he'd try anything.
Then, one night, Glen phoned her and asked if she was available to baby-sit.
"Sure," she replied. "What time should I be there?"
"Ah...about eight, I guess," he replied. She thought he sounded kind of nervous and wondered why that was.
A little before eight, she walked up the sidewalk to the neighbor's house. She didn't even get to knock before Glen opened the door.
He smiled at her. "Hi," he said. He held the door while she walked by him, into the house.
She was very aware of the fact that Glen was staring at her more openly than he usually did. She wasn't sure why. She wasn't dressed in anything sexy. All she had on was a pair of jeans, snug ones, and a very loose sweatshirt that had the name of a college she'd never heard of on it. "Hi, Glen," she said, showing Glen what she hoped was a sexy smile. "How are you tonight?"
"Ah...I...I'm fine," he stammered. He closed the door then stood there, looking really nervous, almost scared. "How...how are you, tonight?"
She looked around. She wasn't sure why she realized it, but it felt as if something wasn't right here. She didn't hear the kids, who usually greeted her at the door and climbed all over her. "I'm OK. Where are the kids?" she asked.
"They...they're not home," Glen replied softly.
She was puzzled. "I thought you called me to come over and baby-sit," she said. "This isn't right," she thought. "I better get out of here right now!" She had no idea what her neighbor was up to, and didn't like how this felt. She looked at the door, but stayed where she was. Part of her wanted to know why he'd done this.
"Ah...would, would you mind if we...ah...talked, ?" Glen croaked, looking desperate. "Just for a minute."
She looked at her neighbor carefully. Part of her still wanted to leave but, to her surprise, part of her was excited. Her heart was racing. "I...I guess so. Just for a minute," she said.
"Why don't we go in the living room?" Glen said. "It will be more comfortable than standing here." He walked into the living room and sat down in an overstuffed chair.
She followed him and sat on the sofa, at the end farthest from him, near the door. She wanted to be able to run if she that was necessary. "What do you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
"I was...I was wondering, do you..." Glen began. His face got red and he paused. He looked like he was struggling with what he wanted to say. Finally he took a deep breath, then started again. "I...ah...a while back, when I was on my way to the bathroom, I...well, I looked out of the spare bedroom window. The window in there looks out on the street, and your house is right across the street. I...I found out I could see your bedroom window from our spare bedroom."
She wasn't sure what he was trying to say. So what if you could see her bedroom window from theirs? "So?" she asked, puzzled. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, her face supported on her hands. "What's that got to do with anything?"
