Dianne was 46 when she and Will bought their vacation home. They had been married 25 years and in some respects it was a testimony to them making it that long. After all, they had gotten married at the tender age of 21. But more than 25 years and three grown kids later, they were still together.
Was it a perfect marriage? No. But it was a relatively good one. Will worked too much and they were just not as affectionate as Dianne would have liked. But in truth, it was really both their faults. The pressure of day to day living, Will’s work, Dianne’s jewelry business and truth be told, the simple familiarity of each other was the problem. After all, it had now been almost 29 years counting the years they had been together before getting married. But he was good to her, kept her safe, secure and affluent. And in this day and age, that counted for a lot. Their sex life had been good if not great. When it came to sex Dianne was fairly shy. As a teenager, she had had only one boyfriend before Will. But other than some kisses from him and some juvenile groping under her bra, that was all there had been to it. Will had been different right from the start. Dianne had somehow just known they would be together. So before they had gotten married, she had allowed him pretty free reign – except for intercourse that was. Intercourse was saved for after the wedding. Will had been pretty good about it. Without intercourse he had pushed hard for oral sex. And although he had happily attended to her, she simply could not bring herself to reciprocate. She wanted to, she just couldn’t do it. All this time later and all she could bring herself to do was kiss him there once in a while. It didn’t slow Will down at when he was younger. He had a lot more energy and drive in those days but the last ten years or so, he had seemed to fade in terms of his interest in sex. In some ways the vacation home was supposed to be a way to rekindle and spark their lives together. It was located in the Phoenix area and while beautiful, actually represented a compromise between the two of them. Dianne had wanted something in Florida . She loved the ocean and Phoenix just seemed so far from it. But in the end Phoenix had won out. Will had made the money from a huge deal he had put together and Phoenix was his dream. So in the end Dianne agreed to the location. The house was a typical southwestern open style, all on one floor. There were four bedrooms, each with its own bath, a living room, dining room and a big kitchen/great room combination. Off of the great room was a beautiful swimming pool enclosed by a screen house. The house was in the back of the development and the pool area overlooked the desert. The privacy of the back yard was one of the things that had attracted them both to the house. The land behind them was zoned as protected and would never be built on. One of the other things was the master bedroom suite. The bathroom was huge. There was a luxurious full sized shower which had multiple shower heads coming from three walls surrounded by clear glass. Also, there was a huge sunken tub built for two with hundreds of mini spa jets. When buying the house Dianne had visions of the two of them enjoying both the shower and tub together and perhaps jumpstarting their stalled sex life together. But it hadn’t worked like that. In the almost four years since they had bought the house, they simply hadn’t had much time alone there together. It seemed like one or both of them would have commitments. And if not, then one of the kids would come along to join them. So while she loved the house, it wasn’t exactly what she had thought it might be. After the holidays Dianne decided it was time to escape for a couple of weeks. She did her homework, checked some flights and found some that were inexpensive. Then she asked Will if he would take the time off and come. But he claimed to be busy with work and encouraged her to go ahead anyway and enjoy herself. Dianne thought about going alone and would have but as it turned out, during a phone call with Debbie, one of her longtime friends who lived down the street, she asked Debbie to come along. Debbie was thrilled. Her two kids were both away at school and her husband Gary wasn’t going to have any time off early in the year. So the flights were booked and the two old friends flew out for two weeks of exercise, shopping, sunbathing, swimming and relaxing. On the flight out, Dianne suggested that on the first full day they hike to the top of Piestewa Peak . The small mountain had formerly been known as Squaw Peak and been recently renamed after a female soldier who had been killed in Iraq . Dianne explained that the hike was about 1.5 miles long and was rather strenuous up to the 2,600 foot peak. “It’ll get the blood lowing and jumpstart or time there,” she explained. Debbie agreed. After arriving late the two friends opened up the house, shared a bottle of wine and headed off to bed. The next morning they had a quick breakfast and headed out to the mountain. It was a warm morning, about 80 and climbing slowly. They both wore shorts and t-shirts along with sneakers and each carried a bottle of water. They started up the trail around 10:00am. The climb was longer and harder than either had imagined. Because so much of it was uphill they had to stop frequently to catch their breath. “I think must have enjoyed the holidays just a little too much,” Debbie mumbled as they neared the top. “God, I know what you mean,” Dianne panted. “I haven’t been in the gym since Halloween.” At the summit they rested in the bright sunshine. The view was spectacular and while enjoying it they chatted comfortably back and forth. As the hour neared noon Dianne suggested that they head down since the warm temperature was bound to go up even higher and they were both sweating freely after the climb. The downward trek, if not easier, was certainly faster and in 45 minutes they were in the air conditioned car headed for the house. They decided to get right into the pool when they got home and within fifteen minutes they were both cooling off, gliding around the pool. After a bit Debbie got out claiming she had had enough sun on her skin for a while and was going to take a shower. “Why don’t you use the spa in the master bathroom?” Dianne suggested. “It’ll feel wonderful after the hike and if you feel like I do, it’ll sooth some of your sore spots.” Happily Debbie agreed and went into the house. Thinking to give her some privacy, Dianne got out of the pool and stretched out on a lounge chair. After about forty minutes dozing in the sun, Dianne figured she had given Debbie plenty of time and she went inside. She went into kitchen to pour herself some wine and smiling, noticed that Debbie had already helped herself. The door to Debbie’s bedroom was closed so Dianne assumed she was in there changing. She moved into her bedroom and peeled off her one piece swimsuit. Naked she walked into the bathroom and almost dropped her wine glass when she realized that Debbie was still in the spa tub. She quickly grabbed a robe and slipped it on to cover up as Debbie started apologizing. “Dianne, Dianne, Dianne, . . . . I’m sooooo sorry. I kept meaning to get out but it feels so good in here. It’s sooooooo relaxing.” Blushing “Umm, no, no, it’s okay,” Diane mumbled. “I should have realized. Please don’t mind me, I’ll just wait until you’re finished…” “Wait, wait!” Debbie stammered. “This is your tub, I’ll get out. Please hand me a towel.” Dianne realized that Debbie was naked in the spa just stopped….
