Page 33 of His Wife

For four years she tried her best to play the role of boring housewife, but she had yearnings that remained unfulfilled.

She had tried to talk about her concerns with her husband many times over the years. Hell, she threatened to leave at least once a year and he would make a brief attempt to keep her happy only to slip right back into the normal pattern. It was clear. Kyle was simple. He loved his basic life and the fact that every day was the same. Jennifer’s regard for her life grew from complacency to aversion. Not only was she unhappy at home, she found no fulfillment through her working life. Having completed her Journalism degree, her prospects locally were meek. She ended up taking a menial factory job.

The final insult came a few months after their fourth wedding anniversary. Jennifer was sent home early from her factory job due to emergency maintenance. She could hear that someone was in the house. “How odd,” she thought. So she grabbed her revolver and headed up the stairs quietly. As she got closer it became clear that this was no intruder. What she walked into was the door wide open, music blaring and her husband nose-diving the crotch of Lana, their married insurance agent. Jennifer stopped for a minute to decide what to do.

“That fucking asshole barely touches me anymore. I should fuck him up. I could make myself known by creating a scene. Chase that bitch out of her house and tell her husband.” She thought to herself. She decided instead that it wasn’t worth it. Snapping a few photos with her I-phone for future use, she turned, tip-toed down the stairs and left quietly.

*

Jennifer can hear the rain ruthlessly pounding on the windows. The carpet beneath her was tough and scratchy. “There you go again! Sneaking around! Have you no backbone? Nobody likes a sneaky little sissy. . . Okay, come here”. Jennifer could feel the warm hands stroking her back, her neck, her bottom, holding her close . . .

Gritting her teeth, forward facing Jennifer drove away.

That evening, Jennifer returned at her usual time to an empty house. It was as if nothing had happened. She grabbed her phone and called her cheating bastard husband.

“Kyle, I’m off to stay with my sister, Emily. She’s recovering from surgery and needs my help”.

Her message was abrupt. Quickly packing a bag, she left, slamming the door behind her. Jennifer’s loyal younger sister Emily had never liked Kyle, and was happy to help deceive him, offering Jennifer her couch for as long as she needed. Jennifer feverishly applied for every journalism job she could find.

Chapter 2

After a few days of job hunting, Jennifer flew out to interview and was hired on the spot for a decent paying junior editor job at an up and coming music magazine in Las Vegas, NV. With two weeks to relocate, she had to act fast. She immediately set out to interview prospective roommates. As soon as she met Christie, she knew she was in the right place. With two master suites on opposite ends, this apartment was perfect. And she got along so well with her new roommate that it was as if they had been lifelong friends.

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The smell of apple pie with cinnamon wafted through the sultry air. But the voice was callous and cruel. “Friends?! Jennifer, do you think she’s your real friend? She doesn’t know you. Nobody knows you like I do . . .”

No! That was over and gone. Jennifer was bent on putting the past behind her.

With mere days to prep, Jennifer had to act fast. She sent pictures of her husband and Lana to Lana’s husband. She served Kyle with his own copies along with divorce papers, which he signed without hesitation. Jennifer delivered the papers to the clerk to finalize her divorce, packed her things into the car, thanked Emily, said her goodbyes and drove toward her new home. According to the GPS, it would take about 20 hours of drive time to arrive in Las Vegas. She planned to stop two nights. The first stop was in Liberal, Kansas. Nothing too remarkable, but she slept well and got off to an early start.

Her next overnight stop was in Gallup, NM. As she pulled up to the motel, she noted a handsome man in a black t-shirt and jeans unpacking a duffle bag. He noticed her ogling him and smiled on his way in to check in. She was not far behind, so she overheard that he was a staff sergeant in the Air force on his way from his hometown to Kirtland Air Force Base. As he passed by her the newly single Jennifer seductively said, “Good Evening Sgt. Handsome”. He blushed and walked away, looking back repeatedly with a big smile. She couldn’t believe her bold outburst. “Barely single and already on patrol”, she thought to herself as she trekked to her room.

The shower was invigorating. Jennifer dressed and went to find the nearest food place. It was a bar and grill. Not surprisingly, the military hottie was there. He insisted she join him.

“Hi, my name is Jason. And you are?” he offered as he rose to kiss her hand.

She responded “Nice to meet you Jason. I am Jennifer.” They shared dinner followed by many strong shots.

Soon they were shooting pool. With a decent buzz on, the game turned seductive rapidly. They were in a back room alone so a little risky behavior was definitely in order. Jennifer was wearing a miniskirt and when she sat on the edge of the pool table with her legs spread, Jason placed himself between her legs. She could feel his rock-hard cock against her silky panties as he rubbed it against her. He kissed her so deeply she was caught in a daze. Pushing aside her red panties with his fingers, he began to rotate them until the bud of her clit was erect. Jennifer looked back briefly to assure their privacy as she unfastened his pants in a frenzy and took his cock inside her. He fucked her as he held his hand firmly over her mouth. The room spun as she climaxed. Mid-game they left for the hotel. She kissed him goodnight and headed off to bed, ignoring his request for her number. This night had been perfect. The adventure had begun.

Jennifer woke up refreshed and excited to complete her trip home. The next eight hours were the best. Her anticipation overrode a potential hangover, and the boring flat part of her trip was behind her. She stopped in Flagstaff for lunch and gas and flirted with the clerk shamelessly. It felt good to be liberated.

*

Jennifer could still see the windshield wipers swinging back-and-forth-back-and-forth. The sky was dark and ominous. “You think you can be free? You think you can make it on your own? You have no idea! Without me you’re nothing. I’ve always protected you. I’m the one who makes you look good.” Then the hands, warm, intimate, caressing, rubbing . . .

“No more!” Jennifer drove, determined to focus on her new life.

Jennifer was early, and arrived in Las Vegas around 5pm. It was a Saturday, and Christie had arranged a surprise welcome party for 6pm. Jennifer was thankful for the extra hour to shower and primp. They lived in a posh, gated, singles-only complex, and the clubhouse was packed with eligible men, all eager to celebrate her arrival. She was handed shots of every color imaginable, and danced for hours before flopping down on a chair.

It was in that moment that Jennifer was tempted. She spotted him staring at her from across the room. Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes and a long, lean build, he stood out amongst the men.

“He is a personal trainer to the stars. Looks like a Greek God, doesn’t he?” her friend whispered. Jennifer motioned to Christie to walk away to the bar as he approached the table. He introduced himself as Boyd. At this point she was too buzzed to dance, so she invited him to sit with her. A magnetic energy aroused her curiosity. It was a small bar table and he was sitting across from her rubbing her thighs.

“First night as a Vegas resident should be celebrated with a good bang. Don’t you agree?” she whispered in his ear as she took his hand and led him to the bathroom stall where she straddled him and rode him like she was running a race. As she came, she kissed him hard. Then she pulled her panties up and walked off.

“Mission accomplished!” she screamed at Christie as she gave her a high five and took the stage to grab the mic. “Hey everybody, Jennifer broke her Vegas Cherry!” she exclaimed. Suddenly, the whole room was cheering. Jennifer was on cloud nine.

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