Chapter 3

　　Angela stiffened and her hand gripped the door as his words ripped into her soul. She was trembling as she whispered, "I wasn't acting like a whore. I was trying to get some attention from my husband."

　　He didn't even look away from his computer as he told her, "Decent women don't dress like that."

　　Tears filled her eyes as she slowly turned to face him. "There's nothing wrong with a woman dressing sexy for her husband in the privacy in the home."

　　His eyes were filled with contempt when he finally looked up at her. "A respectable woman doesn't do that and I won't allow it."

　　Now Angela was getting angry. "Allow it!? You don't allow me to touch you! You don't allow me to make love to you! We're married! A man and his wife are supposed to make love!"

　　Bob responded to her anger with his own. "We don't have to wallow around like animals! We will respect the sanctity of our marriage and have sex when we decide to have children!"

　　"Children? I've always wanted children, but you always said the time wasn't right! Now I'm forty-two years old and it's probably too late!"

　　His voice thundered as he shouted, "You're my wife and you will do as I say!"

　　The tone of her voice matched his. "You don't own me! What else won't you allow?" Turning she slammed the door behind her as she ran to the bedroom. She fell across the bed and her body shook as she wept with despair. Her heart ached as she wondered, 'How had their marriage become like this?' She hoped that he would relent and come comfort her, but his shadow never crossed the threshold. Of his own choice, Bob slept in the guestroom that night. The next morning Bob's attitude was icy and he only spoke to Angela when absolutely necessary. He slept in their bed that night, but he kept his back to her and refused to let her touch him.

　　This went on for days and after over a week Angela's nerves were tattered. Thursday night she went driving in her car as she tried to clear her mind. She was so absorbed in her anger and grief she didn't realize where she was until she looked up and saw she was in front of Luke's house. She felt like if she didn't talk to someone she was going to explode. She got out of the car and slowly walked to the door. Angela was trembling nervously as she knocked.

　　Luke was about to eat dinner when he heard the knock. He was surprised when he opened the door and saw Angela standing there, but he recovered quickly and invited her inside.

　　Angela hesitated for a moment. Luke was wearing a t-shirt and tight jeans that emphasized the muscles of his chest and his youthful physique. He could tell she had been crying. He took her elbow as he welcomed her and ushered her inside. He led her to the sofa and asked, "Would you like something to drink?"

　　Angela shook her head as she sat down. "No thank you." She paused for a moment and then looked up at him. He could see the tears glistening in her eyes when she pleaded, "I really shouldn't be here, but there's no one else I can talk to about this."

　　She started crying again and he sat down next to her and took her in his arms. She sagged gratefully against him as her body shook with sobs. Luke made comforting sounds and caressed her shoulder and arm as she wept.

　　Finally her crying slowed, but she stayed snuggled in his embrace. It felt so good to be held again. She slowly sank down and stretched out on the sofa with her head in his lap.

　　While she was in his arms Luke had felt her big breasts pressing against him and his cock started to stir. He tried to focus on something else, but when she put her head in his lap so close to his cock he got hard.

　　She felt it pressing against her and her heart started to pound. She sat up and looked at his crotch. She could see the bulge his cock made as it pushed out the front of his tight jeans. She didn't move her eyes from it as she sat there for a few moments and stared.

　　Her voice was barely a whisper when she asked, "Why do you have an erection?"

　　"You're a beautiful woman and well...."

　　Her eyes were still fastened to the mound in his pants when she encouraged him, "You can tell me, I promise I won't get upset."

　　"I've always thought you were really beautiful and sexy."

　　She felt a thrill run through her body and her eyes widened. "You think I'm sexy?"

　　She felt as if she was going to drown in his eyes when he told her, "You're the sexiest woman I've ever met. I knew that the first time I saw you." He decided to push things a little further. "I've always wanted you."

　　She stood up and took a couple of steps before turning to look at him. "But I'm twice your age. You can have almost any woman you want. Why me?"

　　He stood and took her in his arms. "You're kind, intelligent and thoughtful.' He smiled. "You have a great smile and I love the way the corners of your eyes crinkle in a sexy way when you do." He paused for a moment and then continued, "And because you're beautiful and have a really great body."

　　Angela blushed and looked away. "You think I have a great body?"

　　He placed a finger under her chin and turned her face to his. He looked into her eyes and assured her, "Definitely!" Slowly he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was gentle and lasted for only a moment, but as their lips met, her eyes were closed and she didn't pull away.

　　His tongue probed gently at her lips and Angela hesitated for a moment, but then she moaned softly and her lips parted to accept his deep kiss. His tongue slid into her mouth and gently probed against hers. She moaned louder and wrapped her tongue around his as she welcomed his kiss. Her breasts pressed into his chest and he could feel her body trembling as their tongues danced together.