Her day started with a broken nail, and went downhill from there. The report she finished 2 days ago, was now missing, and due tomorrow. Alex's stress level had been at a point, higher than it had ever been. And to top it off, she was having a heavy day. The clock couldn't strike five, fast enough. And, as soon as it came, she bolted for home, her refuge.
On her way back, she decided to pick a few things up at the store. Alex picked out the essentials, milk, bread, and beer. She knew the beer would help calm her down just a little when she got home. She glanced at a bottle of Hershey's syrup, remembering long ago when she would use it on Steve, when they would play. She picked it up, with a grin on her face, and put it in her basket, thinking it may also help relieve some tension later on.
As she walked in the door, she was greeted with Steve's hands finding their way to her breasts. "Wow, thanks for the greeting, how about a kiss too?" was her response. "Hey Hun, how was your day? Pick up anything good?" he asked, as he looked in the bag. "Beer! Great! I've been needing a couple all day." With that, he pulled one out of the six-pack and pulled it open and took a sip, in what seemed like a millisecond. "Umm Hello! That was supposed to be for me!" she said, as she glared at him. "Oh, Sorry, thought you didn't like beer Hun."
"I don't, but after my day, I really need it!" Alex said.
"What, did you have some client cry on your shoulder, or something?" he asked. She took the chocolate syrup out of the bag, and at that moment, knew she wasn't going to be using that at all, tonight. "No, for your information, my report that is due in 2 days is missing, and my job depends on it!" She shouted. "Why don't you just go drink your beer, and leave me alone!" He looked at her, saddened and said, "Gee, I'm sorry Hun, I'll give you some space." She knew she really didn't want space, but needed it. Also, having a heavy day during her period always made her hornier than usual, which usually meant use of toys. She watched him head for the living room, as she started looking for her missing report. She looked for hours with no luck. She was becoming exceedingly frustrated, her sexual frustration feeding into the other. It was getting late and she knew she needed sleep, and relief.
Steve was already in bed when she crept under the covers. She tried not to wake him, but he tousled when she finally got comfortable. As she went to kiss him goodnight, he took her hand and forced it down to his crotch, where his cock was at full attention in her hand. Quickly grabbing her hand away, she shouted, "Is it ALWAYS about you??"