It had been a bad day all around. I was late to work, didn't make it to lunch and hit all sorts of traffic on the way home. The only thing that kept me from driving off a bridge, was knowing that it was Friday night and I could just go home, draw a warm bath, drink a glass of wine, and crawl into bed uninterrupted. My husband, Jason was on a business trip and wasn't due home until Sunday evening. I hated being away from him, but after the day I had, I was somewhat glad to be alone.
I pulled into our driveway, pressed the button on the automatic garage door opener and eased the car into its spot. I put the car in park and turned off the ignition. I sat there for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts before heading into the house. I rested my head against the headrest and ran my fingers through my thick brunette hair. Sighing, I pulled the keys out of the ignition, opened the driver's side door and stepped onto the concrete. I shut the car door behind me, closed the garage door and headed into the house through the garage.
Once in the house, I dropped all my belongings... purse, keys, bottled water onto the table just inside the door. I quickly took off my jacket, tossing it on the couch as I headed into the kitchen. On my way there I found myself stripping down to just my undergarments...my silky black bra and matching g-string panties. I paused for a moment at the refrigerator door taking the time to read the love note Jason had left me before heading out of town. I reached into the fridge, grabbed the open bottle of white zinfandel wine, took it out and placed it on the counter. I picked up a wine glass and poured a very large glass of wine and then headed upstairs to our bathroom.
I kicked open the bathroom door and placed my glass of wine on the bathroom sink. Closing the toilet seat, I sat at the edge and warmed the bath water. I sipped a few more sips of wine as the water warmed, added some aromatherapy bath salts, and slid off my panties and bra. I carefully climbed into the bathtub, easing my tired body down into the steaming hot water. I switched on the jets and laid my head on the bath pillow. My eyes felt heavy and between the wine and my flat out exhaustion, I slowly started to drift off. I had to do something to stay awake. I took another sip of wine, placed the glass on the edge of the tub, and slid my ass towards the faucet. I let a little water out so as to not overflow the tub and then replaced the stopper. I turned on the warm water almost full force and spread my pussy lips so the pulsating water gushed against my hardening clit. My eyes shot right back open and I was quite awake.
Keeping my legs and my lips open, I reached over the side of the tub into our stackable drawers and found my water-resistant vibrator. I turned it on high and began to rub it up and down against my clit. My back arched in anticipation as I slid my pink wonder towards my tight hole. Just as it entered my cunt, the phone rang. I quickly pulled it out, turned it off and reached for the cordless phone.
"Hello?" I abruptly answered the phone.
"I know he's cheating on me!" the voice on the other end of the line screamed. "I know he's fucking cheating on me that goddamned bastard!"
It was Kit, my best friend from college. In recent times she and her husband had been having some issues. Kit was convinced that Brian, her husband, was cheating on her. Call it a feeling or a woman's intuition, but she was more than likely right. Women know these things.
"Kit," I said calmly, "calm down. You are going to cause yourself to stroke out! Calm the fuck down."
"Kayla, he said he has to work late again! This is the 5th night in a row. I know he's cheating on me so don't tell me to calm down!" Kit screamed out.
"So, come over here. Sitting at home is only going to piss you off which is only going to piss me off listening to you freak out," I suggested.
"I guess," she sighed. "I'll be over in a little bit."
I hung up the phone and lay back in the tub. My climax had been interrupted and knowing that she was coming over didn't make me feel like going back at it. I let the jets hit my back for a little longer, drained the tub of bath salts and rinsed off. I stepped out of the tub and dried off with my towel and then walked to our bedroom to put on my robe. After covering up, I retreated to the bathroom to grab my glass of wine and headed down stairs. I gulped down the last of my beverage and went to the kitchen to pour another glass. I was going to need all the alcohol I could get my hands on to deal with her stress. I poured another glass, read Jason's note one more time, and then headed towards our den.
I sat on the couch and flipped on our TV. I couldn't sit still. Something was bothering me and I wasn't quite sure what it was. I went to my purse and took out my cell phone. I decided to call Jason and talk to him for just a moment before Kit got here. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer, but he didn't. It rang a few times and then went to voicemail.
"Hi sweetie," I started. "I just wanted to call and hear your voice...thought maybe I could catch you at the hotel room. Guess you are in a meeting or with a client. I guess I'll call you in the morning and see if I can catch you then. Kit's coming over. More bullshit with Brian as usual. Okay. I love you."
I turned off my cell phone and put it back in my purse. I stretched out on the couch and began to watch some stupid movie on Cinemax. Before I knew it an hour had passed and there was still no Kit. I closed my eyes and untied my robe. I ran my hand over the top of my left DD breast, circling my nipple, and then ran it over my right breast. My nipples were perky and hard. I opened my eyes for a moment, looked around almost as if to check to make sure I was alone, and then split my pussy lips so I could rub on my clit. To my surprise, it was already hard. I pinched it between two fingers, squeezing it firmly before making my way down to my soaking wet hole. I took in a deep breath and slid two fingers deep inside myself. I pushed them in deeper and deeper and then pulled them out, placing them to my lips and tasting my own juices. They were wet, hot and sweet. I wanted to keep going, to satisfy my sexual need before Kit arrived, but I was too worried about being walked in on and that made me nervous.
Kit and I had fooled around some when we were at Columbia together. She was my second roommate and she was gorgeous. At nearly six feet tall she had a body that just wouldn't quit. She was a thick girl, like me, with large breasts, a 40 DD to be exact, and long wavy red hair. Her eyes were the deepest blue I had ever seen and her legs went on for miles. She would always walk around in outfits that showed the firmness of her ass and I would be lying if I said it didn't drive me nuts. To be honest, not much had changed. She was still gorgeous and still wore revealing clothes but we never spoke about the things that happened in college and I always felt it better that we didn't.
I was sitting on the couch, thinking about the college days, when the doorbell rang. It caught me off guard for just a moment and when I realized what it was, I went to the door and opened it, but not before re-tying my robe. I swung the door open to see Kit standing there in a micro-mini skirt, a red, low cut blouse and hooker boots. Her hair was tied in a bun on top of her head and I couldn't help but notice that it must have been cold because her nipples were poking out to what seemed like a mile.
"Come on in here," I gestured. "It's cold out there I see."
"Hmmm, yes it is," she laughed as she came in and closed the door behind her. "Here, I brought you this."
