The vast endless desert was suffering the concentrated intensity of the sun. The endless horizon was repetitive, showing only new sand and new cacti as the automobile traveled onward into the horizon.

The driver’s blonde hair blew behind her face. Large black sunglasses covered her eyes. Her face was young aged around mid twenties. She wore a long white flowing gown.

The heat of the desert made it sensible to put a top over the red viper but because gas was running extremely slim, she kept the top down. The gas meter was trembling at E.

She had a passenger. The passenger was nearly her age. He had short brown hair that was constantly flawless. Not even the hard wind managed to stir a single strand of hair away from the other brown stands. He too wore sunglasses. He wore a business suit, complete with black tie. His face gleamed with sweat but he didn’t dare touch his own face.

The two weren’t dressed for the heat but the two managed to continue their journey without complaint.

The needle of the gas meter was now pointing directly at the empty E of the gas meter. Neither driver nor passenger took notice as the red viper coasted through the strait road. None of it was downhill. It seemed as though the pavement of the road stuck to the tires. The viper slowed to a halt.

“Fuck!” She said and leaned over the drivers’ wheel, taking off her glasses and wiping a tear from her stoic brown eyes. “Get out, Nick. This is exactly where Heath said.”

Nick took off his sunglasses to reveal a pair of piercing green eyes. He folded his glasses up and put them in the glove compartment. “Nancy, I don’t know about this. Y’know maybe we can turn ourselves in and it’d all be-”

“We’d be stuck in the big house all of our lives and we would never be able to hear from each other. Get out the water and the shovels.”

Nick stood still. Nancy grew impatient. She pulled a pistol out from under the car seat. “Get the fuck out or else I’ll blow your fucking brains out too.” Nick got out of the car, putting his hands up.

“Babe, listen you wouldn’t kill me. You love me. That is why you killed him. You killed John so you could have me. Don’t forget that, Nancy. Never forget,” The trunk popped. Nick pulled out a shovel and a cooler filled with bottled water.

Nancy wrinkled up her nose and pursed her lips. “Fine,” She surrendered and put down the gun and smeared the mascara down her cheek. “I’m sorry, honey. This heat. This miserable heat is what is doing this to me. Start walking, I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Nick began to walk. His footsteps made the desert ground crack and crumble under his weight although he weighed only about 157 lbs. As Nancy watched Nick walked strait from the car into the bare desert, she remembered what happened the night before.

John was out at a business party that night, probably flirting with that girl Natalie, Nancy thought. That bitch! Nancy was crying and drinking red wine. She never drank. She never cried. That was when Nick phoned. “H-hello?” Her voice trembled with drunkenness and hurt.

“Hey, babe. What’s the matter?” Nick sounded so bold and brave then. He possessed all of the qualities Nancy admired. He was comforting and small. He would always put her in charge. She was the alpha in their relationship.

“John, the ruddy bastard is out at another goddamned party!” Nancy sniffled, making her sound weak with emotion. She wore her black cocktail dress that she had gone on by herself. That was the first time that she had met Nick. That was the time when it all hit her that she could have had better. She slipped the golden ring off of her finger and slammed it down on the nearest table “He’s probably out fondling that girl I hate – whatsername. It doesn’t matter though. Here we are married and – oh it’s just so lonely at this fucking apartment.”

“I’m coming up. Don’t do anything drastic just yet.” Nick snickered as he said those last two words. He used the same tone when they were together on the cruise ship. She hung up the phone, after smirking a bit.

Nancy had been married to John for a year and a half. John never came home. He went on all of these business trips without her and left her locked up in the top apartment overlooking the city of Las Vegas. The first three months were great, he pampered her like she was the only woman on earth that could have satisfied his desires but now things were different. He abused her whenever she objected to his doings. But then there was the sex. The sex had been the same and it always began at the end of a fight the two had. The sex was great for a while but it had grown stale.

Nick arrived to see Nancy drunk as a monkey on the white leather sofa, gulping down the last of her fifth glass of wine. They saw each other and smooched on contact. It wasn’t the peck on the cheek that she and John shared then. It was a long passionate kiss. The two wound up on the sofa.

Nancy ripped off his blazer and unzipped his pants. The sex with Nick was always new. There was a newfound pleasure each time. She felt numb and satisfied with the pulsating penis inside of her. She purred almost. Nick spoiled her every time they performed the second most horrible sin. Anything she wanted, he would deliver.

The two were caught when the door swung open and the jaw-dropped face of John appeared in the doorway. “What is it, John?” A drunken girl with tan skin and black hair wrapped around John. “Oh – them.” The drunken girl smirked and folded her arm around John’s.

Nick pulled on his business suit and got up as if almost to leave. “Where are you going Mr. Corporate? I’ve never seen you around here before. And Nancy – you’re the one I love. Why are you doing this?”

“Come on, John,” said the drunk girl at his side. “You don’t have to deal with this shit anymore.” She tugged at his arm but he didn’t budge.

“You always did this before, John. You left me here and went to one of your ‘business’ parties. I am tired of your abuse. I no longer want you. You go back out with Natters or whatever the hell her name is!” Nancy stood up behind Nick.

“You treat her like dirt, John. You fucking abandon her and when you’re not doing that, you’re abusing her.” Nick spat with deep red lipstick stained lips.

John walked into the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving the tan girl in the hallway. She left angry and confused. “You, I will talk to you later. You – leave now!” He pointed to the door, staring at Nick with fury in his blue eyes. His mustache quivered with angst and his muscles were tense.

“No Nick, stay. You are the one who is going to leave, John. You wont lay another finger ever again.” John reached for the door handle but it was too late, Nancy had already pulled out a pistol fully loaded. “Say you’re last words, motherfucker!”

“You bitch!” BANG! Just as John ran forward to yank the pistol from her hand, she pulled the trigger. It pinned into his chest. Nick shoved John back into a closet so that while he struggled with his last breath, he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone or dial for help.

Nancy swooned back onto the white leather couch and breathed heavily. Nick grabbed for a chair to barricade John in the closet. He ran over to Nancy to comfort her. The pistol fell limply from her right hand and she poured her another glass of wine. Nick tried to kiss Nancy, to pick up from where he left off but Nancy pulled away.

“I k-killed my husband. I always saw wives kill their husbands on the television but every time I thought ‘Oh that’d never happen to me!’ But now it did. Oh Nick!” Nancy laid her head onto Nick’s chest. “What am I going to do?”

Nancy wept. She was beginning to think that Nick was going to abandon her or rat her out until, a gentle hand ran through her blonde hair. “You mean what will we do,” he corrected her and kissed her on the forehead. “I know the perfect answer - my uncle, Heath. He would do anything for me. He’s a millionaire. He’ll help us.”

Nancy looked up at Nick’s eyes. He looked most sincere. “Oh Nick! You really would do all of that for me? I have loved you since I met you. You’re an angel, Nick, you really are.” And with that said, Nancy passionately French kissed Nick. They groped to unbutton and unzip everything until they were fully nude. Their bodies came together like puzzle pieces. The only thing you could hear outside of their whispers and heavy breathing was the struggles of the dying John. “How long,” Nancy gulped with pleasure of a heated orgasm. ”Do you think until he falls unconscious?”

They were both so drunk that the disturbing occurrence didn’t matter. All that mattered was the wonderful flame that tickled the sensations of their bodies and how to keep it churning. “He should be…” Nick said heavily. “Unconscious now. That was a good shot.”

The two separated as if they were using their last energy to push each other apart. Weariness overcame awareness and the two fell asleep on the same couch.

“Stop!” Nancy yelled quickly. Nick was now an ant from the distance she was looking at him from. She twisted the cap of a water bottle and gulped down the thirst quencher. Her throat flooded with moisture. She breathed heavily and chugged the entire bottle.

Nick had always worn a suit. The suit he now wore was tattered and blood splattered. Nancy’s dress too had bloodstains on it. Who knew a body could gush so much blood?

Nancy hauled the body, wrapped up in numerous black garbage bags and toted him in a shopping cart that had been stolen from the nearest Wall Mart. She pushed the cart over to where Nick was digging John’s permanent holding. Nick wiped the sweat off of his face with the cuff of his blazer. “You look sexy all worn out like that,” Nancy said as she grabbed a bottle of water and poured it on her face.

Nick turned around, held Nancy by her thighs. He squeezed her butt as he hissed the next words. “Call Heath. Tell him we are nearly done digging. He’ll bring his helicopter and we can escape that way.” With that said, Nick slid his hands up the skirt of her dress. “Then, we can finish.” He smiled the alluring smile that had drawn Nancy to him. She flipped open the phone and did as told.

She grabbed a spare shovel from the shopping cart and pitched in. The two were orange with sand by the time that had finished. Nancy pushed the cart in the hole. “I did it right, motherfucker. Till death due us part. Now we part, asshole.” She threw her golden wedding ring into the grave.

John fell out of the cart with his butt pointed upwards, facing God. “It’s all downhill from here.” Nick said as the two buried her husband. They were patting the ground solid by the time the helicopter arrived.

It kicked up walls of sand and flawed John’s hair. A fat man with a white head and in all black ran out with open arms to hug his nephew.

“Nick, I hadn’t seen ya in almost a year. I woulda thought ya dead till I heard that ya braved a fight. So this is ya girl?” He looked at Nancy with a flirtacious eye. He kissed her hand and bowed clumsily. “Pile in. The coppers have already caught wind of ya incident. We gotta call a tow to get ya car outta their eye. I know just tha guy.”

Okay this is my second story with sex in it. I only know of sex of what I read. I have read numerous sex blogs to build up my knowledge. Anyway, this is 4 pages long and I did it all in one sitting so be proud. There may be more to it. Creative criticism though please. I’m just a girl so go easy on me and don’t hurt my feelings. Read and Reviews. Thanks guys!