She dropped her robe on the bed and stepped toward the shower. Mary Ann was deep in thought because all of her hopes and dreams hinged upon the events of this night, and she was determined to do everything in her power to make her marriage work.
She had been married to Ed for six years now. The first three were glorious ecstasy for both of them, but suddenly everything fell apart. She turned on the hot water, and tried to relax as she remembered the good years. God, for three years anything was ok. The fucked in the park on a warm summer evening, and even in an elevator just for the thrill. All he had to do was look at her and she melted, and a whisper in his ear would bring on a raging erection. They were are and arm everywhere they went, the perfect couple, so much in love.
Then things started to sour. They both still professed their love for each other, but sex became infrequent. They had none in the last year. Their sex drive had not diminished, she masturbated often, and she saw him do it many times in the shower in the morning. She closed her eyes and brought back the memory of his body showing through the shower door. She could see his body spasm and hear his low moan as his sperm shot against the wall. That made her so hot that she could not wait for him to leave the house so she could draw a bath and pleasure herself to several orgasms of her own.
The warm water cascaded over her shoulders as she softly rubbed her body with the soapy sponge. She caressed her breasts and pinched her nipples. As she moved her hand between he legs the familiar wetness was evident. Her pussy ached so for the feel of a male penis that she could hardly bear it. She rubbed slowly, and it felt so good. "No," she said to herself out loud, "I have to save everything for tonight."
As she stepped from the shower and started drying herself she tried to remember what it was the caused such a drastic change in their lives. They wanted a baby, but Ed found that he had a low sperm count. She thought that might have bothered him, but it seemed to have no effect at the time. He said that they could go on and have a great life, just the two of them without the burden of caring for children. She was disappointed at the time, but accepted his attitude. After all, they had plenty of time to adopt later if they wished, and they could have a great time traveling and partying together until then.
She looked into the large oval mirror in the bedroom and examined what she saw. She was about 5'4" with a small waste and a beautiful round curvy ass. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her tits were not large; about "B" cups, but they were firm and perky. Not bad she thought. Why don't I turn him on? I guess I will find out tonight. She turned for a full frontal view and looked at her thick bush. "I need to take care of that," she said to herself out loud. She reached for a scissors and proceeded to cut off of the hair that she could. She stepped back into the shower, soaked her pussy and proceeded to shave off the rest. It made her so hot that she couldn't help pushing two fingers in and giving a pump or two. "Stop, before it's too late," she said. "God, that feels good."
She found a sheer pair of panties that showed the outline of her freshly shaved pussy. "Looks good," she said. Then she sat down to apply her makeup. Her mind again wandered back to the last three years. This was not the first time that they made a date to talk. He had cancelled two others. He said he had to work. He always had to work. He worked to replace her, she thought, unless he had someone else on the side, but there were no signs of that. He seemed more resolved this time, but she had decided that it would be the last time if he let her down. She was going to leave if he could not talk to her and explain what had happened. Tears began to form in her eyes as she pondered the possibilities.
Mary Ann picked up a bra and started to put it on, but changed her mind and threw it back into the drawer. She pulled on a sleek black dress with a plunging neckline and a mid thigh hemline. When she bent over he could see her tits almost to the nipple and their outline was evident when she stood or sat up. Stockings and heals finished off the look and she admired herself in the mirror. It was almost five, the time for his arrival, so she went to the living room to greet him when he got home. The outlook for a pleasant evening electrified her.
"In a few minutes the phone rang. "Hello, " she said.
"Honey, I'm sorry but I will have to work late tonight," Ed advised. "Honey, Mary Ann, please say something."
"Good bye," she answered as she returned the phone to its cradle. She started crying hysterically. This was it. Their marriage was over as far as she was concerned. She went to the bar and took a straight shot of Jack Daniel's, something that she would never do when rational. *** She turned her sleek BMW into the Hickory Mall parking lot. Damned it, she was going to spend until she tired. She wandered from shop to shop buying things that she didn't want, trying to silence her pounding brain. The looks and smiles of some of the men there emotionally lifted her. One sales clerk even tried to come on to her. At least someone thought that she was attractive or desirable, even if it was only a pleasant daydream or the thought of a quick fuck. She tired and decided to get something to eat at the food court. She ordered s slice of pizza and a coke and looked for a place to sit. God it was crowded. She saw a table at which a man sat with an empty chair. Did she dare? Why not, so she inquired and was hospitably seated by the stranger.
They ate in silence, and he hardly looked at her. She finished her snack and, got up to leave. "Miss," he said, you are leaving one of your packages."
"Thank you," she replied.
"Your are a little overdressed for the mall aren't you?" he said. "You must have planned on something else tonight and changed your mind."
Mary Ann picked up her package. She then looked into his face. It was an understanding and compassionate face. She thought about the past few hours and the tears began to roll down her cheeks. She sat back down, and buried her face in her hands. He arose and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. His touch was soft and warm, and she turned melting into his chest.
"Is there anything that I can do?" he questioned.
"No, this is my problem and no one else can live through it but me," she said.
"Sometimes you just need to say what is bothering you," he replied. I am a good listener; Let's walk around, and you can sound off. "You don't know me and I don't know you, what do you have to lose but a burden."
He was a medium height studious looking person. He was not the athletic type but well built, handsome, and very soft-spoken. He was the type of man who had a knowing confidence in his voice, with a kind and gentle nature. They walked for a couple of hours as she unloaded her burden and, he just listened. That was what she needed, and somehow he knew it. She found out that he was a psychology professor at South Regional College, and was new in town for the next semester. No wonder he so understanding. It was refreshing to have someone to talk to, someone that could make her feel necessary.
"You were planning a night out tonight?" he asked tentatively, "There is a little bar with a small dance floor in my hotel. Would you accompany me there for a little while?"
"Are you taking advantage of my depression to get into my pants?" she asked.
