"Yeah… well, maybe I don't believe you."
She was intensely aware of the sticky gobs of Brad's cum lining her pussy-lips. Thank goodness Tom hadn't tried to fuck her! She watched him grab his jacket and head for the front door.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to Jack-in-the-Box for a hamburger!"
"Do you want me to go with you?" She didn't really want to go, but she thought she should ask. "No thanks."
He was gone.
Heather realized she may have passed up an opportunity to become reconciled with her husband. If she had not spent the time with Brad, they might have had a long romantic evening and woken up feeling better about one another.
But now things were as bad, or worse, than they had been before.
She sighed. Maybe she was just plain bad, but she was glad she had fucked Brad. Despite her home troubles, she felt good.
Just plain good.
Over the next few weeks, Tom took to working overtime to keep his mind off Heather, and what made her late home from work. When he wasn't working, he was drinking. He and Heather spent little time talking. And when they did, it was about trivia.
Both of them realized their marriage was in serious trouble. Yet neither one wanted to be the first to suggest drastic measures, such as separation. Though their sex life had come to a standstill, they continued to tolerate one another.
Both remembered the good times. And both secretly hoped that some miracle would bring them back.
Heather was making friends through her work. She often went to parties after work, with fellow workers or restaurant patrons. The redhead knew she had acquired a reputation as an "easy lay". But it didn't bother her. She was getting what she wanted, and so were the men who talked about her.
Monday evenings were often slow. Heather usually spent them at home, alone, while Tom worked till eleven or twelve.
It was almost quitting time, and she was not looking forward to another lonely Monday evening. If only something would happen. The last customers to come in before she left the restaurant were a couple of handsome, well-dressed men in their thirties. She took them to the best table and smiled encouragingly at them. They returned her smiles, but seemed more interested in getting into serious conversation between themselves.
Heather left them alone, but when she was off-duty, she decided to make one last bid. She poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat in a corner table, where she was clearly visible to the two men.
She watched them carefully. It did not take long for them to notice her scrutiny. At first she was afraid they were going to ignore her. But at last the taller of the two came over to her table.