Rachel was eighteen when she met David, who was ten years older. She was a virgin, but he was patient and waited until she was ready to give herself to him. Afterwards, they continued dating before moving into a flat together. Another two years after that they married.
Five years on and they had settled into a happy, routine marriage. At least, David thought so and Rachel had never said anything to lead him to believe otherwise. They had sex fairly regularly (say, two or three times a week, usually in bed, at night and with the lights off). He believed that he was a considerate lover, even occasionally giving Rachel an orgasm.
She avoided giving head if possible, but on the rare occasions that she did, it only lasted for a couple of minutes and then she would then finish him by hand.
*****
Rachel arrived home late one Friday. One of her work colleagues was leaving for a better job and everybody had gone out to celebrate his good fortune. David was already in bed, but he was still awake. Clearly, by the sound of the faltering steps heading towards the bedroom, she had had just a little too much to drink.
He listened to her trying to quietly open and then close the door behind her. At least, she was trying to be silent but she failed miserably. While she undressed she fell clumsily against the wardrobe and began giggling almost hysterically.
Soon, she clambered into bed, still wearing her underwear and fell fast asleep, snoring loudly.
*****
"Good Morning sleepy head," David said, far too cheerfully. "I thought that you'd like some Alka Seltzer for breakfast."
"Go 'way. I'm dying," she mumbled.
"You look like you had a good time last night, but you wanted to go shopping today, so I thought I'd better wake you."
"Shopping?" She opened one eye. "Oh! Yeah. I needed an outfit for next month, didn't I?" They were due to attend a friend's wedding.
Rachel drank the fizzing glass of liquid, burped and then lay back down again.
David pulled back the covers and put his hand on her hip to shake her awake. It took about ten minutes of persuasion before he finally got Rachel to her feet. He helped her walk unsteadily to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet while he prepared the shower.
Rachel sat limp while David unhooked and removed her bra. The panties took a little more effort as he had to lift her for a few seconds to pull the material down over her cheeks. He couldn't help noticing that she smelt of arousal and his cock twitched in response. Having undressed her, he realised that she probably wouldn't be able to stand in the shower.
David began to take off his own clothes.
Through bleary eyes, she looked up at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to get in the shower with you to give you a hand."
"Oh, for fuck's sake David. Not at this time in the morning! Not when I'm feeling like this," she complained.
"Hey, calm down. You look in no fit state to wash yourself, so I'm going to help."
She looked at him warily and said, "Well all right, but no funny business, OK?"
David lifted her up and walked her over to the unit. Her hair was short enough that she didn't bother with a shower cap. He opened the door and they stepped in. Rachel stood facing away from the spray as he soaped her back, beginning with the shoulders and working down. He tried to massage the tension out of her muscles as he went.
When David reached her buttocks, he realised that, against his wishes, he was becoming aroused by her smooth, soft flesh. As his thumbs slipped down the crack of her ass she stiffened slightly bit then relaxed. He thought better of probing further round and continued on downwards.
He stood back up and turned her round. She was starting to look a little more awake as his hands glided across her collar bones and down her chest. Her nipples were already hard and as he washed her breasts her lips parted slightly and her eyes closed for a few seconds. She opened them again and stared at David as he moved further down. When he reached her pubic region, she somehow slipped her feet further apart. His fingers rubbed soap through the neatly trimmed triangle, before moving between her legs.
Rachel's knees buckled and she hissed, "You bastard!" But her hand clamped over his and kept it there. "You're going to make me come in the shower!"
David was taken by surprise. The oily feel of her pussy, even through the suds told him that she was highly aroused. Indeed, her lips felt wide open. As she pressed her hand against his, he slipped his middle finger into her vagina. She forced his hand to rub against her clit and soon was moaning with the pleasure of it. She came, noisily.
When Rachel finally let go of David's fingers, she told him, "Well, I guess I'm awake now. So I'll finish off myself. You can get out now."
David felt slightly hurt by this curt dismissal. He looked down at his stiff and throbbing cock. Rachel followed his eyes. She looked back at his face and tutted.
"You can take care of that for yourself," she said and then turned her back on him.
*****
At the Shopping Centre, David drove straight up to the roof of the car park, where spaces were more readily available.
A couple of hours later, they were strolling round the marbled halls. They had been in and out of almost every shop searching for the perfect dress. Finally, they stopped and she said, "You know, I think I like that first one we looked at. Let's go back."
David tried not to show his frustration. They had both liked the garment, but Rachel had decided she wanted to look elsewhere.
Eventually, purchases in hand, they made their way back to the car. It was nearly 2pm and they were both hungry, so they made their way back down to a restaurant for lunch. It was late, so there weren't many other customers left. They sat down and ordered, then ate. Their conversation was fairly typical in that they didn't really say very much. When it came to the time to pay the bill, Rachel excused herself to go to the Ladies.
