It was just past 7:00 pm when Lizbeth gave Scott, her soul mate, best friend and lover a last kiss goodbye. She was going to hang out with her girlfriends to get away for an evening from the stress and daily grind that her/their life had become. It had become her way of blowing off steam and pressure and he understood why. He saw that she had packed her laptop to take, which wasn't unusual for her to do. What was different was the overnight bag she had with her.
He pointed that out to her and she brightly said, "I actually took your advice. You know how I get with the girls and if I get too tipsy or tired to drive home, I can stay over and I'll have the things I need with me!"
"About time you listened to me", he said as he smiled back at her. "Promise me you will call me and let me know if you are coming home or staying over? It's fine either way lover, but you know me; I will worry if you tell me you're coming home and you don't."
Knowing his Aries nature, she knew how protective Scott was of her. His protective streak bugged her a bit at times as Lizbeth was quite the independent sort, but it warmed her to know how much he loved, cared and worried about her well being.
Promising him she would call and with a last hug, she pulled away from his embrace and started for the back the door. Stopping, she turned to him with her beautiful green eyes aglow and said softly, "Don't worry baby. I love you and only you." Lizbeth then stepped out the back door to the carport and was gone.
As Scott savored the sweetness of her last comment, he watched her drive off. He understood she needed to get some time to herself and knew getting away would help improve her state of mind. The long separations as he left town to find work plus her own frustration at not being able to find a decent job over the past many months had taken it's toll on both of them. Still, he knew that her friend's neighbor would likely show up at their gathering later in the evening.
Mick had been rudely injected into his life early New Year's morning. He'd called her at 2:00 am; she got up and dressed sexily, put on her full make up then had gone and given his drunk ass a ride home. Any friend would do that for another friend, so no issues with that. However, she didn't show up back home until almost 6:00 am after leaving at 2:30 am for what should have been a half hour round trip. As a result, New Year's day was not a pleasant one and Scott left their house angry, but mostly hurt, to spend the day elsewhere. Lizbeth realized that she had done wrong by her love and apologized to him. The next night Scott and Lizbeth made passionate, tender and heated love. She fell asleep in his arms after he brought her to a huge cum after filling her tight pussy with his own.
Things between them got a bit better, but all was not well in their home. The financial stress was still there and the impact of that was felt by everyone. Emotions were running high; snappiness and rudeness had replaced the teasing, loving kindness that had always been their way. They both knew this and felt terrible whenever either of them acted that way. Scott and Lizbeth told themselves it would pass, that it was just a sign of the pressures they felt. Lizbeth had become more and more distant with him and that alienation hurt him deeply.
Scott hadn't had any money to contribute to the household since he came home two months ago, making him feel impotent and and almost parasitic because of it. This had played on his mind heavily, eroding away his sense of manhood, so much so that he sometimes had trouble maintaining an erection. It certainly didn't help that Lizbeth was not receptive sexually to him like she had always been ever since they first got together. All of this greatly embarrassed and humiliated Scott and added to his stress.
For many years, Scott had been the provider for his family; the rock that everyone tethered themselves to. Now, he felt like he was caught up in a maelstrom, struggling to keep himself from drowning. Still, he kept his fear and panic bottled up inside, for Lizbeth had implored him to be strong and maintain for her. He was her rock and in his mind, it's the least he could do for her, so he sucked it up and kept his pain inside.
Scott was bored with his lover being away. As was the norm, nothing on the tube remotely interested him. He cleaned the kitchen, making a mental note to himself to wake her tomorrow morning with a hearty breakfast of pancakes, bacon and eggs with hot coffee. "Lizbeth would love that," he smiled to himself. He straightened up their bedroom next, changing the linens on their bed. So many hot, erotically passionate lovemaking sessions had taken place on that comfy bed. She loved sex and he particularly loved sex with her. Lizbeth was the sexiest woman and by far the best lover Scott had ever known and she flattered him by saying the same about him. Her blow jobs were phenomenal!
A man can never tell if a woman is lying about that because women are masters at stroking the male ego. The same woman that will tell you you're the best ever can tell you how inadequate you are the next time they are angry with you. Still, he reveled in his confidence that he knew every inch of her body and knew how to drive her to heights she'd never been before. Scott could make Lizbeth cum harder and more often than anyone before him. She loved how his thick cock fit her perfectly. She was addicted to his taste and adored sucking him to completion, always swallowing his cream as she made him cum like a teenager. Thinking of her responding to his touch, tongue and kisses make his cock harden and swell. He realized he was daydreaming, laughed a wicked laugh at himself and carried on with his housekeeping.
Scott finished hanging up the last of her clothing; Lizbeth would try on several items before deciding what to wear, then leave the discards wherever she dropped them. Women! The bedroom looked good; all neat and orderly and you could walk without stumbling over her boots and shoes! She would be pleased he thought, as her self-generated clutter depressed her. He burned her favorite Indian incense to give the room a lovely and exotic fragrance. Scott had chosen black accented with gold bedclothes; her pale white skin always looked stunning as she lay naked on black sheets. The last chore was to clean her bathtub before he hopped into the shower for a good scrub up before bed. As he soaped his body up, Scott slowly stroked his thickening cock as he thought of her. Stopping before he released his pent up passion, he shaved and rinsed off before stepping out to dry off.
While brushing his teeth, he noticed the time on his phone; it was 2:00 am. She hadn't yet called or sent him a text to let him know if she was coming home or staying over as she had promised. Scott figured she was just caught up in her fun and lost track of time; nothing unusual for her. Although it irritated him that she didn't call as promised, it made Scott happy to think Lizbeth was having a lot of fun letting her hair down with her friends.
