The sun was just coming up over the buildings as Sharon rounded the last corner of her morning jog. She loved this neighborhood. It was calm and serene in the early mornings, lively in the evenings and so close to the beach that you could smell the salt water from her front doorstep.
Sharon was an elegant woman. You could see that even when in her tattered and worn, tight little jogging outfit. The one that showed off her cleavage so nicely. She was the type of woman who you could tell came from money, but still spent her entire life working hard to prove herself every mans equal. The epitome of control and confidence. And even though she was higher in age than she wished to admit, she still retained her stunning beauty.
Reaching her driveway, Sharon removed the earbuds from her ears and walked inside. Elena, their maid, was waiting to greet her. She held up a small towel which Sharon took and began wiping her face with.
"Thank you, Elena".
She eyed the far younger girl up and down. The traditional maids outfit that Sharon's husband had gotten for her to wear came up high on her legs, showing off her youthful, smooth latin skin. The white apron came around her waist tight, accentuating the girl's curves.
Elena nodded courteously and disappeared into the den. Sharon walked down the hall, into the kitchen. Throwing the towel down over a chair she reached into the fridge and poured herself a large glass of juice just as her husband came down the stairs.
He was obviously running late for work, as usual. His tie was wrapped lose around his neck as he attempted to button the top few buttons of his dress shirt.
"Morning honey", he said mechanically. Even when he leaned in and kissed her swiftly on the forehead it seemed like he barely noticed that she was there.
"Have to go, running late. I'll call you later." He took off down the hallway toward the front door. Sharon simply shook her head, completely used to the cold air that had formed between them.
A moment passed and she heard her husband yell, "Elena! Where's my briefcase?!"
Elena's soft voice rose up from the Den. "Here it is Mr. Steele."
Silence. A second later Elena's muffled giggles echoed down the hall. Sharon set her glass into the sink. She wondered if he was stupid enough to think that she couldn't hear him groping the young girl's ass from around the corner, or if he just didn't care anymore if she did.
The front door opened and shut. From outside Sharon heard the car screeching off down the road. Letting out a deep sigh, she picked up the towel once more and went up stairs to take a shower.
It had been a long, long time since her husband had touched her in that way. That lustful, spontaneous passion that demanded to be fulfilled immediately, regardless of the place. She leaned against the shower wall and closed her eyes. The hot, soothing water trickled across her bare, naked skin as she reminisced of his hands on her body. The nights they would be at their favorite restaurant and become so intoxicated by just the looks they would give each other and the simple feeling of his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her dress.
Sharon's own fingers moved down between her legs and began rubbing her clit hungrily. She remembered leaving the restaurant and not even being able to make it to the car before their hands were all over each others bodies. The back ally they found nearby where he threw her against the brick wall like an animal. His hands sweeping across her hips and underneath her ass, gripping tightly and lifting her up off of her feet. Biting her neck, kissing, licking and the feeling of his mouth against hers. She could still taste the champagne on his lips that they always drank too much of on those nights.
