Chapter 4: Brad

It was still early when Marissa’s flight came in and since Brad’s office was on the way home, she met her husband for lunch. It was threatening rain when they walked out to his car and by the time they arrived at a restaurant in La Jolla Village the sky opened up.

The rain came down in sheets and Brad held his jacket over her head in a futile effort to keep her dry as they ran into the restaurant. They opened the door laughing and several of the businessmen sitting in the bar looked up as the soaked couple walked in, but their focus was on the laughing young woman, rainwater dripping from her wet blond hair and looking so desirable; reminding them of that girl in college that they’d once loved.

After lunch, Marissa took the car and went shopping until it was time for Brad to get off work and then they drove home together.

“We should do this more often,” said Brad when the pulled into their garage.

“It was fun,” answered Marissa.

“Plus, it cut a half an hour off of my commute since we were able to use the carpool lanes,” quipped Brad.

“You’re such a romantic,” she added while kissing him before she went into the house.

Once inside Brad gently grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face him. “I love you.” And he kissed her before pulling his head back. “I was thinking today that it’s been a really long time since we’ve had a vacation. We haven’t been to Hawaii since our honeymoon.”

“Honey, how can we possibly afford it?”

“Well, your new project seems to be starting well. They readily agreed to pay you a higher rate and flew you first class and gave you a bonus just for going. That certainly looks promising.”

Marissa agreed that money certainly didn’t seem to be a problem with the Las Vegas job. “I hope you’re right,” she replied. “I don’t think that I should screw this opportunity up.”

“Speaking of screwing, what are your plans for tonight?” he asked suggestively.

“Well darling, I don’t have any plans. Do you have any ideas?” she teased back; reaching down to unzip his pants. “Oh wait,” she exclaimed, “I think that something just came up.” She undid his pants and pulled out his near erection. “Perhaps I can lead you astray?”

“I think that you owe me after you so rudely pushed me away the other morning.”

She smiled. “I’m such an awful wife. Whatever can I do to make it up to you?” She kissed him while squeezing his nearly hard cock. “Will you ever forgive me?” she asked with a pout and then she knelt at his feet and took his pole between her lips.

He groaned, “I’ll have to think of something,” as her warm mouth enveloped his manhood. Putting his hands on each side of his wife’s head, he watched her bob up and down for nearly five minutes. Her mouth felt wonderful on his cock. He secretly wished that she would take his entire length down her throat, but he’d never asked her to try.

After about five minutes he was groaning and afraid that he couldn’t hold back so he warned her, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

She let his cock slide out and smiled sweetly. “It’s okay if you want to honey, but I’d rather that you came inside of me.”

“Me too.”

She stood up and took a hold of his hand. “Take me to bed or lose me forever,” she purred. They started walking toward the bedroom when she added, “Oh and hon...”

“Yes love?”

“I want to be on top.”

“Well, it’s my favorite position,” he replied.

The next day, after Brad left for work, Marissa pulled the thousand in cash from her purse and wondered how she was going to hide it from her husband. She guessed that the easiest way would be to pay for groceries with cash from time to time and Brad would be unlikely to catch on to that strategy. Still the episode with the Senator was disturbing and she found herself obsessively doing house cleaning to get it out of her mind when she should be concentrating on getting the Las Vegas contract. It hadn’t been her fault that she slept with the Senator. It was the cocaine. She should have never taken any when he’d offered it. She knew that it made her horny. She decided that it would be okay to take a little with Alexandria, but not when she was around other men. Of course, she couldn’t tell Brad about any of this.

Brad walked into the kitchen from the garage just a little after seven-thirty. He’d had a horrible commute from La Jolla to their house in the valley.

Marissa looked at her husband. “You look beat.”

“Traffic was awful.”

“You shouldn’t work so many hours hon,” she commiserated. “You told me that you would cut back.”

“Well, that hasn’t worked out like I’d hoped.” Brad hadn’t told his wife the whole story of their involvement with the Montessario family. “We had to let people go and I’ve had to take up the slack because I made a bad decision.”

“It was because of Tony wasn’t it?”

“My partners are pretty upset with me. I can’t say that I blame them. I really fucked up.”

“I think that we really fucked up. We should have never gotten involved with him.”

“That didn’t turn out so good,” he paused and looked down. “My partners want me to pay back the extra costs we incurred when we ramped up for the new business, so money is going to be tight for a while.”

“Honey, I still don’t understand why you’re still doing business with that family?”

Brad was tired and he decided to tell her part of what had happened with Tony. “Honey, you remember that Tony had that tape system in his house?”