Mad had been quiet and irritable all week and finally I asked her what was wrong. Tears came to her eyes and she blurted out:"It's that asshole that I...'m married to. For weeks he's been acting strange and I just knew he was running around with some floozy. When I finally got mad enough to call him on it he laughed at me and the madder I got the more he laughed. It turned out that he had taken a part time job to earn enough money to take me to St. Thomas on our anniversary. But the way he laughed. , kept flashing through my mind.I finally left the bathroom with a knot in my stomach and noticedthere were no policemen at the front stairs, so without thinking Iquickly walked down the stairs, fully expecting to be stopped butwasn't and kept going out the front door, got in my van outside andwith knees shaking drove off and pulled into the next lot down thehighway which was a bowling alley.In the lot I calmed myself down and then called Ed, still inside, onhis cell phone. He answered and I. I couldn't. I had a raging hard on and needed to take care of it.I pulled the blanket over me and pulled my boxers down and started to slowly jerk off so I wouldn't make noise. All I was imagining in my head was me fucking her and her screaming my name. I saw her twitch a little and decided to stop for a second. She was still sleep so I kept going. It seemed like it was taking me forever to cum. I kept going until I heard her say "You having a good time there."I instantly froze up. I was so. She could feel it through the material. She raised a leg and flexed her muscle. Many years of dance class had assured that her legs were shapely and trim.She filled her glass again and drank the wine deliberately. She had a warm buzz from the drinks. She dropped her hand to her crotch and lay back thinking lascivious thoughts. Rita was a woman who was always horny, she didn't need the wine to prompt her to begin masturbating but it helped. Her nipples hardened as her finger rubbed softly.