He hadn’t given her an orgasm in over a year. Wouldn’t finger her, go down on her, and when she brought out one of her toys one time for him to use on her, he got defensive and insecure asking why she needed them.
About a year ago, Rose began withholding sex. If he was going to do nothing to please her, she wasn’t going to please him. She was his wife, and a sexual woman with desires and needs. Not just a mouth and pussy he could shove his dick into for the two minutes he could last.
She knew an affair or hookers were inevitable. Rose would never cheat, and she did have chances. Blonde, blue eyed, with a tight athletic body that was even more impressive at her age of forty-six, she got plenty of attention from men.
Rose wasn’t big on top, her breasts were more than a mouthful, but not a full handful was how she’d describe them. Advantage to that was even being older gravity hadn’t taken effect and her breasts were still perky.
At one point Brian had asked her about getting a boob job, ‘wouldn’t you like them to be bigger?’ Rose’s answer was no, but apparently, he did. That was right about the time, she’d decided she could have a better sex life with toys and fantasies than him.
But she knew Brian would step out. He was too ‘manly’ to go without sex. They hadn’t been happy in a long time, but remained together for Vince, not just as his parents, but he had one more year of school left.
There was also the ad agency they’d built together. If they divorced, could they still manage to run it together? Would they try and by each other out, sell it? But for all the questions, Rose swore if he cheated that would be the end.
Not only had he, but she had proof, and now leverage for what she wanted. That was part of the reason for the trip. Rose needed time away to decide what she wanted to do, and if she could work herself up to it talk to Vince. This two week ‘vacation’ was about her having to make a huge decision and live with the effects of it.
In the meantime, what she was living with was a ratty as hell motel room that only had one bed, and it was a twin. The only other furniture in the room was a small leather recliner, with cracked upholstery and so nasty looking, there was no way she’d let Vince sleep in it.
With the only other option being the floor, she told him just share the bed with her. It was tight, especially with Vince being six one and a solid hundred and ninety pounds of all state wrestler. That matter was compounded by the fact the AC was broken.
It was currently eighty-five outside and felt hotter than that in the small room. They couldn’t open the one window because it faced the club next door where Rose had no doubt most of the seedy motels business came from, drunken hook-ups.
They had tables and music outside and there was no way they’d be able to sleep with the window open. Worse the strobe lights were visible even through the cheap blinds, but Vince fixed that by hanging a blanket they certainly wouldn’t need, over it.
They each took a shower in the dubious looking stand up stall that was so small she wondered how anyone even a little bigger than Vince could even fit in. The air inside the room was so hot and sticky they were both sweating within a half hour out of the shower.