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"I meant what I said, Marcus. I really meant it. I think I love you."
"I think I love you too, Miss Christy. I don't think I really know what love is, and maybe I'll never know. But if it means wanting to be with someone all the time, sharing in all their experiences, and having the best sex in the world with them, then it's true, I love you."
Miss Christy beamed, but almost immediately, her smile collapsed as she realised what she had to say next.
"That's beautiful, Marcus. And you're beautiful, in every sense of the word." She took some deep breaths and Marcus recognised the gravity of things. "This is one of the hardest things I've ever had to say to someone, but you have to leave, Marcus. Like, now. I don't want you to go, but you have to." Miss Christy shed a tear.
"I know. I know I do. Fuck, it's hard. But yeah, I know. I wish I could explain how I'm feeling right now, but I don't think I can. You're right. I need to give you some mental space before Alex gets home." Marcus looked at the state of Miss Christy's bedroom. "Do you at least want me to help you clean up? This room looks pretty bad. We've fucking bombed it."
Miss Christy laughed at Marcus's description. "Thank you, Marcus. Probably best if I clean up myself. It'll give me a chance to think while I'm working. It'll be easy to wash the sheets and put new bedclothes on, but it stinks pretty bad in here. That's the main problem. I might spray some perfume in here, just to disguise what we've gotten up to."
She raised a sexy eyebrow, but Marcus had temporarily been rendered incapable of arousal. She'd completely wrecked him. His ass still felt like she'd parked a car in it.
They dressed, hugged, and kissed. They said their goodbyes, and Marcus went home.
*
Miss Christy stripped the bed and threw the sheets into the washing machine. Once the machine had started, she put fresh new sheets on the bed. She opened the window and started an electric fan to circulate the air. She thought about burning some incense to disguise the smell, but she thought the pungent smell would be way too obvious for Alex not to notice, and it might invite some penetrating questions. She settled for some air freshener, and the sweet, choking chemical fragrance spread throughout the room. At least she couldn't smell sex anymore. All she could smell was the output of factories.
A part of her felt sad, almost as though she was extinguishing a memory of Marcus.
Almost immediately, she realised that Marcus was not gone from her life, and she hoped he never would be. It was just that there were serious things to discuss, and deep, possibly confronting conversations to be had. She felt brave, but optimistic, as she tidied up the house.
*
Alex's flight landed later in the day. He disembarked and collected his bags. Outside the airport, he climbed into a cab, and rode home to his wife. He paid the driver, retrieved his luggage, walked up the path, turned the key, opened the front door and walked inside.
At first, Christy was nowhere to be seen. She slowly emerged from the kitchen to greet her husband. "Welcome home, darling. I've missed you." They kissed.
"I've missed you too, Christy. It's good to be home."
"How did rugby stuff go, babe?"
"Yeah, good. I think we're in a good position for the next season."
Christy was glad to hear this. "It's nearly dinner time, Alex. Have you eaten?"
"I had a snack on the plane, but snacks don't get the job done. I'm definitely up for a meal."
"Yeah. Me too," said Christy. "Drop your bags, freshen up, and we can go out for a bite."
They went out for dinner at an Italian restaurant. Over pasta, Alex told Christy all about his week away. Christy was interested in what her husband had to report, but her mind was never too far away from Marcus. Christy told her husband what she did while he was out of town, but she made sure her story omitted a few crucial details.
Their conversation was engaging, but Miss Christy's stamina was fading. "Hey, Alex, let's head back home. I'm a bit tired and sleepy. Maybe it's because of the food, but I've got a full day of work tomorrow."
Alex agreed. He hadn't slept well while he was away. He was looking forward to a peaceful night's sleep in his own bed. He paid the bill and they left.
In the cab on the way home, Alex probed. "You hung out with Marcus the other night?"
"Yeah, we had dinner at the sushi place we both like. I ordered the nuclear salmon. Marcus got the bomb."
Alex laughed, imagining Marcus's response. He wondered whether Christy and Alex just had dinner as friends, or whether something else happened. There were no clues either way.
The taxi ferried them home and they went inside. Alex felt horny. Christy didn't.
"Hey, let's have a shower together, babe," was Alex's opening bid.
"I had one earlier today," deflected Christy.
"But baaaaaabe," whined Alex, "I'm so fucking horny. I haven't cum in days."
His wife didn't believe him. Not for a second. Especially now that she knew he had a Grindr account. What other accounts might he have? "What, you're telling me you never jacked off while you were away?" She raised an eyebrow in defiance.
"No, babe, I swear," he replied. "I need you to help me."
Hey, they were married. Christy was definitely into heavy dicks, she always would be, and she had one right next to her. The odd thing about the situation was how much Alex was pleading, almost begging, to be serviced. That wasn't normal. Usually, he was the dominant one.
"Yeah, but I want to watch the news, Alex." Christy picked up the remote and flicked the TV on. 24/7 round the clock coverage. Men in ties, bombs dropping, pandemic. Alex really wanted to ignore the world, unzip his pants and flop his dick out, but Christy seemed intrigued.
"I thought you were tired, Christy? Why are you watching the news?"
"Yeah, good question. I *am* tired. I don't know." Her phone pinged. There was a message, but she ignored it.
"I need to cum, babe. I won't be able to sleep, and I really need a good night's sleep tonight. I've been waiting for you. Can't you at least jerk me off?"
Christy wondered why Alex couldn't take care of himself, but marriage is hell. She turned the TV off and fished his fat anaconda out from his pants. She spat on her hand and started jerking him. Perhaps he wasn't lying when he said he hadn't cum while he was away, because his load came thick and fast. Alex threw his head back as his cum drooled all over the outside of his pants. Christy reached for a tissue to clean her hand, and then a few more to mop up the rest of the mess. For her, there wasn't anything sensuous or erotic in this; it was just a physical act that needed to be done.
She air-kissed him. "Love you."
Alex felt sexually relieved, but he felt some kind of emotional wall between himself and his wife.
Or maybe it was true what she said; maybe she was just tired.
