She sat in a chair by the open sliding door. The sound of the waves making their way to shore and then moving back out were a soothing sound in the background. She had just showered. Dressed in one of the white hotel robes with a towel arranged over her wet hair perched on her head, she sat sipping on some wine from the mini-bar.
Just an hour ago she had walked the beach as much for exercise as for something to fight off the boredom. She wanted to go home. It had been almost a week that she had been hauled off to this meeting/vacation with her husband. Days filled with pre-planned boring trips and activities for spouses and families, while the employees were in meetings. There were dinners at night where it seemed the higher the rank in the company, the younger and bigger the chests of spouses.
Her husband was in yet another "planning meeting" that was yet again running late into the night. It amused her to no end to know that she had yet to hear from any other women on this trip that their husbands were in such late night meetings. Without fail he would come back to the room after midnight smelling of alcohol and some strange perfume and collapse into bed without a word, without a touch, and without acknowledgement that she was even in the room.
She could not remember when she really stopped caring about his lack of affection or his infidelities so poorly hid. She was not even sure why they stilled together anymore. She supposed it was for appearance and maybe at some level for the kids. The kids were at an age now where it probably would be as not as traumatic for them if something happened to their marriage, but her husband would not want to be viewed as failing at anything to them.
Her cell phone buzzed and she flipped it open. For the past week there had been pictures and messages. Pictures of naked breasts, and pussies, and even a couple of a very nice cock at rest filled her screen. There were also some very interesting questions about whether she liked the pictures, if she wanted something like the images, and has she cum lately. At first she was alarmed not from the naked images, but there were some pictures of adult toys, some that looked all too familiar. She decided that it was only a coincidence that they looked like hers. She was confident that her toy collection was her little secret.
It was not the only secret she kept from her family. While her husband was out at his work meetings, she had found someone to spend time with too. It was never something she had set out to do. As the kids got older, she began looking for things to do. She joined a health club, and began attending aerobics classes daily. It got her out of the house, and got her into shape. It was at one of those classes she developed a friendship. They sat and talked after class. Sharing stories of family life, hopes, dreams, and how those dreams have not been fulfilled.
Eight years separated them, but the bond that tied them was boredom. Their husbands had shut them out of their lives, so they both searched for a new path and a new direction. Soon the two were spending time outside of class. There were lunches and shopping trips in addition to the working out. The time flew by when they were together, and no matter how bad things were at home, their company was a refuge from the rest of the world. Neither would have imagined how close they really would be become.
The woman smiled as she remembered the "first time" that changed the friendship between the two women forever. It was tears before a class, where the younger woman broke down. Her husband had been just horrible to her in front of the kids. There was yelling and screaming and being called names that no child should hear their mother called, especially from their father. Together the two women decided it was not a day for aerobics, and the older woman followed the younger to her home. They sat at the kitchen table with glasses of green tea in front of them. Through the tears the younger recounted how the verbal abuse had gotten worse over the last few weeks. From being a worthless bitch, to being a fat worthless cow, the insults were non stop. As the younger woman recounted her story, she broke down completely. Wracked with sobs and emotion so strong she could no longer speak. The older woman stood and went to her. She hugged her friend tight. Whispering in her ear how things would be alright, but not sure how they could be. They held each other until there were no more tears to cry.
The older woman smiled at her friend, and went to kiss her friends cheek. For whatever reason whether fate or chance, their lips brushed. A gentle kiss that was as tender as either had ever experienced passed between them. As thirsty people drawn to a drink, the two women kissed again, this time with more passion as if the kiss would fix all that was wrong in their lives.
The two women stepped back and looked at each other. The younger woman her eyes wet from tears stepped back. "Ok, I think I liked that a little too much," she said with a little laugh.
"I think I liked it even more than you," replied the older woman.
"I haven't been kissed like that in a long time. Maybe never," as the younger woman wiped the last of her tears away.
The older woman was smiling thinking back to that moment. It was electric and burned in her mind. The trip back to that time was interrupted by her ringing phone. She flipped it open to the sound of her daughter. "Hey mom. Just checking in"
"It going pretty good here my dear. How are things there?" the woman asked.
"It all good mom. David is even behaving, I KNOW you were worried about that," came the reply.
The woman chuckled. "Well I figured you would be on him if he acted up Jen."
"Oh, I am all over him if he acts up, and sometimes even if he doesn't. I am the older sister after all."
"I knew you could handle it," the mother said with a laugh.
"So how is dad?" Jen asked.
"He seems to be enjoying everything this place has to offer," the woman responded carefully.
"Well, I bet you are about ready to come home," Jen said.
