It was almost time. James was on top of her, his face red and sweaty. He stiffened and she could feel him squirting into her. With a groan he rolled off of her and lay on the bed, panting. Once again he didn't bother to bring her to orgasm.
She didn't feel like a woman anymore, she felt like a tool. One that was used whenever James felt like it. They started using lubrication about 2 months ago, because she wasn't getting aroused at all.
She longed for the passionate evening on the balcony, and the morning in the shower with her mystery lover. It had been over a month and he hadn't appeared again.
"I'm going to take a shower" she told James, rolling out of bed. But he was already fast asleep, as usual.
The spray felt good on her skin. She just stood under it, enjoying the feeling of the water running over her body. She imagined her last encounter with her mystery man. His strong hands on her body, his warm tongue pleasuring her.
She slipped a finger between her labia and teased herself lightly. She was already slick with excitement. Slowly, taking her time, she rubbed her clit, imagining his finger there. He would be teasing her, bringing her to the very edge and keeping her there. Only allowing her to orgasm when he decided. It would be beautiful torture.
She realised that she was already very close. She tried to tease herself, to keep herself on the edge like he did, but she couldn't take it anymore. She quickened her pace, her orgasm overtaking her. For a while nothing mattered. The pleasure was all that existed. Then it was gone, and she was alone in the shower again.
She wished that her mystery man were here, or that James would wake up and realise what an idiot he was being. She still loved him, but she longed to be treated like a woman, not just a sex toy. Tears filled her eyes, and she sank to the shower floor, frustrated and alone.
She had called up a friend, early the next morning, inviting her out for a day of shopping. They spent the day browsing from shop to shop, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Now, as she walked to her car, she felt the familiar feeling of dread washing over her.
She wondered if James would want to use her again tonight. It was late so maybe he'd be sleeping already. Nearing her car, she realised that hers was the only one there. The car park was dark, making her nervous. Hurriedly she packed her bags in the car and walked to the driver's door.
"Hello Jenna." She screamed and whirled around. She could make out his silhouette in the weak light.