It was seven in the morning. I had finished showering and getting dressed. Walking through the living room and into the kitchen, I saw no signs of my husband, Jeff. Then, I noticed him pacing on the back deck through the kitchen window, still in his plaid flannel bathrobe, talking on the phone. I opened the dishwasher and began putting away the clean dishes while waiting for him to finish his call. About a minute later, the screen door opened, and he stepped in, pulling the slider shut behind him while simultaneously putting his gunmetal gray iPhone into the robe's side pocket. Jeff let out a sigh as he turned to face me. I knew what was coming next.
"I'm going to have to go back into the city. The Davis people are coming in today, and Marty is sick."
The Davis Group is a client of my husband Jeff's firm, Development, Inc. Marty is his partner. Mike Davis and several of his associates were in the city to tour a parcel of land they wanted Jeff and Marty to develop for a project they were working on.
"Good Morning to you too!" I said, my tone reflecting his lack of a greeting as I put a dish in the cupboard. "That's convenient for Marty. Not so much for you. Neither of you knows what the word vacation means."
My husband loved his job. He and Marty had started their company from nothing and built it into a respectable multi-million dollar business. That success came with hard work and long hours. But, of course, it also gave us a lifestyle we enjoyed, money to pay for good college educations for our son and daughter, not to mention this lake house we had bought a year ago. I wished he could sometimes forget about work and enjoy our time together, but when that phone rang, it never went unanswered.
"I'm sorry! If things go the right way, this could be very profitable, and time is always of the essence."
"That's fine. If this is important, you should take care of it," I replied, offering my support.
Jeff now seemed more at ease with my acceptance of the situation.
"I'll have to take them to the property so they can see it," he continued, "After that, we will have dinner and discuss everything. I'm sure it will be late by then; you know how those things go. I'll probably sleep at the house tonight and return early tomorrow afternoon."
It was a two-hour drive to our house in the city. But spending time alone with just the kids might be a welcome break. We had been married for twenty-three years now. The initial attraction had worn off years ago, and it seemed like we were going through the motions. It was that whole, I love you, but I'm not in love with you thing. But don't get me wrong; we had our moments. They were just a few and far between, and the between increased as the years passed.
He stepped forward, arms outstretched, hugged me, then kissed my forehead.
"I love you. Thanks for understanding."
As he backed up, I did my best to smile. Half of me wished he was staying; the other half wasn't upset that he wasn't. It was something I struggled with more and more as time passed.
"We can always go shopping in town or go swimming and layout here on the deck," playfully poking him in the ribs with my index finger. "I'm sure we will be fine until you return."
Several towns dotted the edges of the lake. One of these was about ten minutes from our house. It consisted of a small strip mall with a grocery store and several other mom-and-pop stores selling various items. The rest of the place had several hotels, a pair of gas stations, and homes scattered in and around it. The selection of stores was limited compared to the city - lots of arts and crafts, that type of stuff, but you could find most necessities. The population was about a thousand people, give or take, but that area swelled in the summer to double or triple that.
Jeff went into the bathroom to shower and get ready. After the door was closed and the water was running, an idea popped into my head. I closed the bedroom door, removed my clothes, and went to the bathroom door. I could open it, sneak in, and surprise him in the shower! I grasped the knob and tried to turn it. Jeff had locked the door.
I was sure it wasn't something he did consciously, but it frustrated me, honestly. It was just another setback on the road to intimacy, something we never seemed to be on the same page with lately. It had been a few months since the last time we'd had sex. If I wanted to get off today, I would have to take matters into my own hands. I got dressed and went back out to the living room.
After Jeff had finished getting ready, he grabbed his keys and laptop bag, and we walked over to the front door and out onto the porch.
"When the kids get up, tell them what's happening. We can do something fun for dinner tomorrow when I get back. Do you need anything before I go?"
"We should be fine. We have Caleb's car if we need to go anywhere."
Our older son, Caleb, twenty-one, had driven up separately with Lucy, our nineteen-year-old daughter. It was the middle of summer, and they liked to frequent the bars and other hangouts in the area or visit friends with houses up this way. Having a second car available gave them that freedom. It would now also come in handy for us to use with Jeff gone.
Jeff kissed me goodbye, a quick peck on the lips, climbed in our car, and backed out of the driveway as I waved.
After he was out of sight, I headed to the bedroom to change. Removing my clothes, I stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. At forty-two, I was still in good shape. Of course, the unavoidable gravity had affected my once perky B cups, so they hung slightly lower than in their heyday, but they had been otherwise remarkably resilient. At five-six and a hundred and thirty-five pounds, men still gave me the eye frequently, which always made me feel good about myself. Getting more of that kind of attention from my husband would have been nice. I put on a two-piece suit and headed out to the deck.
It was a beautiful day. The sun burned brightly as it climbed into the mid-morning sky, cloudless and blue. Unlike the city, the air was clear and crisp. It had a clean, fresh smell, with the occasional hint of pine from the trees surrounding our house. It was a good day to relax, I decided.
One of the most wonderful things about the place was it was secluded. Lake Drive, which surrounds the entire lake, is a windy, hilly two-lane road. Driveways intersect from the right and left at varying intervals as you drive along it. On our side, on the right, are the lakefront houses, with homes set back from the road and maybe a hundred feet apart. A line of pine trees on either side of our yard separated us from our neighbors, adding to our privacy.
I walked over to one of the wooden deck chairs with oversized puffy cushions and plopped down. The chair faced away from the house and about fifteen feet to the left of the sliders, looking out over the water. Several small boats were off in the distance. I grinned from ear to ear. The kids were still asleep, and my husband was gone, and if anyone in those boats could see me, well, they were in for a show.
I reached up with my left hand, running it across the thin fabric of the suit's top. I drew a small circle around my right areola, then pressed lightly on the nipple. I pinched it between my thumb and index finger through the fabric. My hand continued to roam over my breast, then slipped underneath the top to contact the skin directly. I let out a soft moan finding my now hard nipple as my other hand moved to my pussy.
My eyes closed, and my mind drifted. Who would fuck me today? Would it be a cute guy I picked up in a hotel bar? My husband would never know, as he took me to his room to ravage me. Then, there was the pizza delivery guy. Strong and handsome, and me having no money for a tip. He would give me the attention I yearned for. Too ordinary; I needed something more.
Most of my fantasies were docile, standard stuff, but a few were on the wild side. I didn't share these with Jeff because I didn't think he would understand them, and if I'm being honest, he never showed much interest when we talked about some of the tamer ones. A fertile mind, two hands, and sometimes sex toys, when the situation allowed, did the trick quite nicely. I never considered playing out the fantasies; they were a turn-on and an excellent vehicle for a self-induced orgasm. As time went by, I delved deeper and deeper into my imagination, and the intensity of the climaxes grew exponentially with a scene's perverseness I was discovering. Drawing from that pool would be my task this morning.
Then it hit me. There were the three construction workers who were doing our bathroom renovation, taunted by my skimpy shorts, nipples poking through my T-shirt, and my breasts braless underneath. They had enough of my teasing and were ready to take what they wanted. Ah, yes, that would be it. But how daring was I to get with the kids upstairs in their rooms? I had time, I was sure.
I reached behind and untied my top, letting it fall to my lap, my breasts now exposed to the morning sun. I gazed down at my pink areolas, about an inch and a half in diameter and topped with cute quarter-inch nipples. I ran my hands over them, caressing and squeezing them, tweaking the nubs. I quickly removed the bottoms. I was naked now; if the kids awoke, they would catch me.
For the briefest moments, another script began playing in my head. What if they caught me? The thought turned me on, but at the same time scared me. What would happen next? I'd had these thoughts before, and while they seemed wrong, something about them excited me. Not now, I told myself, and the visual was gone. It was only eight-thirty. The kids shouldn't be up for at least another hour, if even then.
