~for those who appreciate the slut in all of us~
The fall air was crisp and fresh with the autumnal smell of burning wood and fallen leaves. The moon over Westville was big and the stars were bright as Matt Lehman drove his car through the streets. Mary, his wife of fifteen years, sat next to him in the front seat discussing something to do with her work. Matt wasn't sure what it was exactly she'd been talking about as he'd been distracted by nothing in particular, just not his wife. Matt loved Mary, but since they'd had the baby a year earlier she had been distracted and even callous toward him.
She used to be beautiful, but in the last few years she'd let herself go. Her once lustrous brown hair had become tangled and brittle from bad hygiene. Her thin athletic body had, from lack of exercise turned round and homely. She didn't even like to wear makeup anymore. But more than all of those things, she was always angry and depressed. Moping around their house, eating and vegging out in front of the TV. They hadn't had sex in almost a year and it felt like unless something drastic happened it would be at least another year before they did. Which frustrated Matt, not only because she wasn't even trying to look attractive for him, but also because he was still a good looking guy and she never even seemed to notice. It was emasculating to be ignored sexually by his own wife.
Even so he loved her and their little Rose. That said, he was looking forward to some time alone this evening while Mary went to dinner with her friends.
"And then he gave me Edith's report and...Hello? Matt? Are you even listening to me?" Mary snapped her finger at Matt to get his attention.
"Yes sweetie," Matt said, having no actual idea what she was talking about.
"I realize I'm not as interesting as you'd like me to be, but the least you could do is pretend."
"I'm interested baby, I'm just distracted."
They continued to drive in silence. Occasionally Mary would sigh audibly as if to continue the argument using only her breathing and body language. Finally Matt pulled up to the restaurant and Mary turned to him.
"I don't know what time I'm going to be home."
"Ok." Matt said realizing she wasn't asking she was telling.
"Emily will take care of putting the baby to sleep, but you should still make sure she did it right."
Emily Parsons was their babysitter, and even though Matt would be in the house that evening, he had an important conference call that prevented him from being able to take care of the baby. So, as they often did they'd called Emily to babysit.
"But I've got that call Mary, I don't think I'll be able –"
"No excuses Matt! Stop being such a selfish prick. You can look in on your daughter and do your stupid conference call." Mary pulled off her seatbelt and opened the door. "I'll see you later. Don't wait up." And closing the door she went in to the restaurant.
As Matt drove home he started to think about his wife, and the more he thought about how she'd been treating him the more livid he became. If he hadn't been able to get some time to work from home this past year there wouldn't have been anyone to care for their child. Mary was never taking care of Rose and she had the balls to give him a hard time about not saying goodnight, which he probably would have done anyway. She was totally out of line. He was working a full time job and caring for their baby and she was sitting around doing absolutely nothing. He had been more than patient with her, but this was getting out of control. This wasn't a marriage; it was something absurd, he felt like he was taking care of two children. One who loved him and one who treated him like crap.
As he pulled into the driveway he rested his head on the steering wheel and thought about what his options were. He could leave her and would probably get custody of Rose, but that seemed drastic, at least for now. He could start seeing someone on the side, but he'd probably get caught. Mary regularly spied on his email and phone. She thought he didn't know, but he knew. There didn't seem to be any way out.
Suddenly Matt heard a knock on the window, and he jumped back. Bent over by the window was Emily Parsons. Her long blonde hair pulled back tightly into a ponytail, her bright eyes staring and her beautiful 19 year old smile shining sweetly through the window. But in spite of himself, in spite of the fact that he was a mature man of 38 years, Matt barely noticed any of her features other than the loose fitting light blue v-neck sweater she wore. More specifically, what he noticed, as she leaned over motioning for him to roll down the window, was how her perfect breasts swayed gently from side to side. And even though those few moments staring down the front of her sweater and watching her huge tits were wonderful, he forced himself to tear his eyes away and roll down the window.
"Are you ok Mr. Lehman?" Emily asked. Her big blue eyes looking worriedly at him.
"Yes Emily I'm fine. Just tired." Matt exited the car and locked it. "How's Rose?"
"She's fine. I just fed her."
Matt suddenly pictured his child nursing at the huge teats of his babysitter. The image was both disturbing and exciting and he quickly pushed it from his mind. Emily walked ahead of him, her firm ass swaying in her tight jeans as she strolled to the front door and opened it. It almost seemed to Matt that she was intentionally moving her ass, but maybe it was in his head.
"I'm just going to make sure she's ok. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask." She winked one of her big blue eyes at him as she went into the nursery.
Matt walked through the living room and the dining room to his office on the other side of the house . He took off his jacket and his tie. Even though he worked from home he still woke up every morning and dressed for work. Matt found that it forced him to be more productive if he was dressed for the office. It was larger than most home offices he'd seen. The room was all dark mahogany and cherry wood and while spacious, it had a comforting aura. Like a an old gentleman's smoking lounge. There was a fireplace, which Matt usually kept lit at this time of year, as the office didn't get as much heat as the rest of the house. A Persian rug covered the floor and a large desk with his computer sat on the opposite side of the room, with a desk chair in front of it. In the middle of the office was a pool table, which Matt would use when he was angry or frustrated, usually at Mary. And along the walls were books and paintings he'd collected over the years.
It would still be another half hour or so before Matt's conference call and he put on some music and decided to play a game of pool. He was still angry with Mary for the way she'd treated him earlier. Where did she get off treating him like a child? He provided for them both, he was responsible and caring and everything else a husband should be. As he racked the balls a knock came on the door and Emily opened it.
"Excuse me Mr. Lehman." She said as she walked into his office. Her luscious body glowing in the firelight, yet again driving lurid thoughts into Matt's mind. This time he imagined that he was suckling from her breasts as she caressed his face and smiled lovingly at him. His cock twitched in his suit pants and he moved over to sit down at the desk chair hopefully preventing any embarrassing situations.
