James was in town for business meetings for a few days, which normally meant an uneventful couple of dinners with co-workers and a flight back home. He knew this trip would be different though. His wife's older sister Amy lived in the same city, and had recently gone through a divorce. She needed some help moving things around, and he suspected a shoulder to cry on. Not that James really minded, he and Amy had always got along well and had a flirtatious manner when around each other. James called Amy when his flight landed to let her know he would stop over the following evening. Amy seemed excited, and offered to make dinner which was happily accepted.
Tuesday morning came, and James found his mind drifting throughout the day to his sister in law. Most of the thoughts were sympathetic to her recent problems, and some were of happier times like family functions. Some of those thoughts were a bit risque too. Remembering a few low-cut dresses, those times at the lake house with Amy in a modest swimsuit that still managed to show her petite body. As the day wore on, his imagination grew lustier as he remembered the soft curve of her ass and her slightly hardened nipples. There were more than a few times he found himself aroused and growing erect at the thought of her. By the end of the day, James was a little too eager to leave work to get over to Amy's condo. He called her to see if she needed anything, and at first she said no, but after a pause suggested a bottle of wine. He thought that was odd, because he didn't think Amy drank at all, but he agreed, and headed out to find a liquor store on his way. Shortly before 6:00 pm, he arrived at her place and rang the doorbell.
Amy had taken the day off work to get some things accomplished before James came over later. Shopping for a few dinner items, she realized she was happy to actually be cooking for someone other than herself for a change. Her ex husband stopped after work most days for drinks with his friends, so she had spent more time than she could remember eating alone and putting a plate in the microwave for whenever he dragged himself home. At first he had only done that now and then, but over time it became several times a week, and on those days he wasn't out, he would come and flip on whatever game was on tv and drink at home. Amy was largely ignored, except for those increasingly rare occasions when he'd come to bed and paw at her until she gave in and let him fuck her for a few minutes before he came and fell asleep, leaving her just getting warmed up but not satisfied in any way. On those occasions she would sometimes be turned on enough to masturbate, but normally she'd just fall asleep too. She finally had had enough of the neglect and asked him for a divorce, and he happily agreed. She found out later that he'd been sleeping with his office assistant for quite some time which only made the whole situation worse. Needless to say, she had spent a lot of time miserable and unsatisfied, and this little dinner was a welcome change.
She heard the doorbell and almost ran to answer it, finding James still wearing a tie and carrying two bottles of wine.
"Hi stranger!" she said, giving him a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. "Two bottles of wine, are you going to get me drunk?"
"Hi yourself Amy, and that wasn't the idea, but I didn't know what you liked so I brought a couple of different things. What are you making for dinner? It smells wonderful!"
"Oh, just a little Italian and garlic bread. Nothing too fancy." That really wasn't true however. She knew he loved her fettucini and had made it special for him.
Amy took the two bottles and turned toward the kitchen to collect an opener and glasses. James threw his jacket on the chair by the door, and walked to the kitchen in time to find her reaching for the wine glasses. He paused, seeing her blouse had pulled up and exposed her lower back slightly, and admired her slight hips and the lovely curve of her ass. He stepped behind her and placed one hand on her side, startling her as he reached over her shoulder for the glasses. She stepped back slightly and bumped into his lower half.
"Oops, sorry James".
"No problem" he laughed, thankful for the dress pants hiding his bulge.
"Opener?" he asked.
"In the drawer next to the fridge."
James opened the white wine, and poured them each a half glass, then settled on the couch and started catching up. He was surprised, but Amy didn't want to talk much about her divorce, only saying that she was glad it was over, and thought she'd rather just stay single. Dinner was about ready, so they moved to the dining room table and ate. Amy was a wonderful cook, and just as she'd hoped, James was delighted that she had prepared one of his favorite meals. They finished the bottle of wine during the meal and he helped clean up the dishes before opening the second bottle and pouring himself a glass.
"Would you like another?" he asked.
Amy was already feeling a little tipsy, but said "yes please, I'll be right back." and disappeared down the hall to the bathroom.
James took the bottle and went back to the couch, sitting on one side and setting the bottle on the coffee table along with her filled glass. Amy returned wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt.
"Sorry" she said, "those blue jeans were cutting me in half!"
James laughed and thought to himself they seemed just about right to him.
To his surprise, she sat down on the couch next to him and picked up her wine taking a big drink. She leaned back and sighed, and he noticed her eyes welling up.
"I'm sorry" she said, wiping away a tear. "It's just so different having someone to talk to, and who appreciates a nice meal."
"Things must have been pretty rough for a while?"
"Yes, you guys didn't know the half of it. He didn't pay any attention to me at all, just went out drinking all the time. I ate alone most of the time." She gave a half grunt, half laugh. "Hell, we weren't even intimate any more, unless 3 or 4 minutes of fumbling around and falling asleep counts!"
That wasn't a topic of conversation that James expected, and wasn't sure what to say. "That doesn't sound very nice," and he wanted to say "but I understand."
