Terry Hamilton bolted forward in her seat. "There's one! A rest stop in ten miles. Let's stop, Mike." Her bladder felt like it was about to explode.
Mike didn't tear his Aviators from the road. "No, I want to wait until we hit Tallahassee."
"That's another thirty miles and I have to use the bathroom now, sweetheart." The sweetheart was said between clenched, angry teeth. He knew, she knew, their kids in the back knew that tension had been simmering over the long drive. Mom and dad were having a fight.
They used to take their family vacations once a year, but in the past few years that had faded like a forgotten memory. Mike had insisted this summer was the time to do one last ever Hamilton family vacation. "We have to do it before we can't do it anymore, Terry."
Their daughter's gorgeous tan face poked between the front seats. "Hey dad, we seriously need to stop. I have to piss like a horse and I want to stretch my legs."
Mike's mouth twitched with anger. He wasn't happy.
"Fine."
Terry settled back in her seat. Sterile, icy air blasted her in the face from the car's vent. The rope of tension swinging between her and her husband of twenty-something years sprung from an unfinished conversation hanging in the air between them. They couldn't discuss it, not with the kids in the car.
But that sure didn't stop her from thinking about it.
Terry and Mike may have been together for forever, but one thing they always had was love and sex. They had that in spades. They were blessed and they knew it. However lately their relationship had been on the rocks in a way that made her scared, real scared. Everything had been normal until this morning before they left for their last ever Hamilton family vacation.
Mike had wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. He'd smiled down at her, his erection poking her stomach. She'd begun to get those butterflies in her stomach. "What do you say we bring another woman to bed with us?"
Instantly, Terry's blood had turned to ice. Mike saw it, regret flashed across his face. Out of all the years they'd been together, cheating was never a discussion. They were both sexual, loved each other physically and emotionally enough to keep loving each other for years to come. But they'd never strayed no matter how far they spiced things up. They used sex toys, had anal sex, watched porn, performed oral sex in public and private, and not to mention the tons of fingering and hand jobs they often shared while driving alone. But never another person. Never cheating.
Terry and Mike had always worked through all their stupid fights because they loved each other truly. That's why when her dear husband asked to bring a woman into their bedroom she'd clammed up like a frigid nun. To her she'd read his statement as: I want to fuck another woman because I'm done with you. I'm ready for an upgraded model, sweetheart.
That had been four hours ago. After Mike saw her negative reaction to his excited question, he'd withdrawn, regret turning to anger. She hated that. She loved him, loved making him happy. When he wasn't happy, she wasn't happy. That's how their marriage had lasted so long.
Now he was mad at her. But what did he have to be mad about? Shouldn't she be the angry one? Of course, she was mad. He wanted to fuck another woman. Someone hotter, younger, prettier. Of course, right? He wouldn't want to fuck a fat, ugly woman. Her bitter mood seemed to cast the sky in gray tones.
Terry cast a glance at Mike. The pinch at his gorgeous mouth and flatness to his bright blue eyes were dulled with anger. She recognized the look well. Terry sighed. They were stuck at a standstill. On top of all that, she was horny. Mike hadn't fucked her in weeks. If it hadn't been one thing, it was another. They'd been packing and planning for their vacation. Okay, maybe if she was really honest, she hadn't exactly asked him for sex either.
Still, it was definitely strange for them to go so long without. And she knew he'd been masturbating. Now to ask her for a threesome after ignoring her for weeks was fishy to say the least. Terry wanted to know what was up. A part of her was so terrified it didn't dare go there. Because going there meant embracing the possibility that Mike already had some girl in mind that he wants to fuck. The thought was like a lace through her heart, spearing her into two.
Mike slowed for the rest stop. They were going to the beach for a week. The last Hamilton family vacation ever. And Terry just wanted to scream and cry and get fucked like a wild animal.
Yup. Her hormones had her feeling all over the place nowadays. She just went with it, laughing or crying all the way. Yeehaw life! But this wasn't how she wanted their last family vacation to go. Their daughter wasn't so little anymore. She listened to her headphones with a novel in hand. Eighteen. Geez. Where did the years go?
Also in the back was her first and eldest, Andrew. He was strapping, a football player for the university though he focused on sports medicine as his career. He stared out at the darkening sky with a bored expression, probably wishing he was playing on the field right now. Terry loved her family, fiercely. Like a mother bear over her precious cubs. If Mike wanted another woman, Terry just didn't know what she would do.
She wasn't ready for that emotionally. He'd only ever needed her. Why did he suddenly need something else? Because of another woman? Had he met someone?
