Jillian wrapped her legs around Mike's waist pulling him deeper into her lithe body. She tossed her head back and shut her eyes at the same moment. A long moan erupted from her lips as she bumped her body against her husband. Next she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face down between her breasts shaking them against the sides of his face. "I'm cumming!" She groaned and after what felt like forever but was probably less than a minute she got what she wanted. Her husband came.
"I love you so much." Her husband cooed. He leaned closer and kissed Jillian who returned the sentiment. She did love him, he was a good man. He'd been a good man in high school when they met, the kind of guy who had gotten her home from the Promt with her virginity intact. It was easy to love the man who'd been there through everything and never once hurt her, not even a little bit.
"I have to use the bathroom real quick." Jillian muttered pushing her man off her and then rolling from their king sized bed. He was a good provider, even though they didn't have any children he'd still bought her a three bedroom house in a good neighborhood. The bathroom was almost as large as her old bedroom with a tub large enough to easily accommodate the couple and a stand alone shower with a bench that was again large enough for the two to share.
As soon as she was in the bathroom she grabbed her box of tampons reached inside the one box her husband would never play with and pulled out something that nearly defied description. It was some kind of dildo with two little prongs coming off it so it almost looked like the popular ninja weapon called a sai. With one leg thrown over the back of the toilet she pushed the toy into her still snug cunt. The first push only got a little past the tip into her, the toy was considerably thicker than her husband and not nearly as well lubed yet. A little bit of spit and force managed to get it halfway with two more attempts. It wasn't until the eighth or ninth push that she managed to get it all the way in. Seven inches of vibrating, twisting, pulsing rubber was forced into her pussy, far past where her hubby's five inches of almost hard love reached. As soon as it was all the way in she twisted slightly just teasing her virginal ass with one of the prongs, the other focused on her clit.
She had to be quiet, she could let him know that he wasn't enough to get the job done any more, never really had been. What he could do was get the fire started and she had to cum! Jillian needed the release that her toys could bring so she bit down on her lower lip stifling a moan that would have alerted her husband to her infidelity. At the same time she closed her eyes and fanaticized about a her husband taking her into an alley and forcing her to commit every lewd act he could imagine. He wouldn't stop until she had fulfilled his twisted desires and then he would just leave. In her dreams her husband was a complete savage, nothing like the docile sheep she'd just mated with. In her dreams he was a man
Like every orgasm she'd ever had Jillian had this orgasm in as close to silence as she could manage. The whimper remained trapped in her throat just as she'd intended, even she didn't hear it but her body relaxed and all the tension went out. For a moment she wondered what it would be like to scream while she was having her orgasm, like the women in the porn movies. It looked like it would feel better, like screaming at the top of your lungs would inherently made the orgasm more intense. Like when martial artists shouted with their attacks.
Jillian waited a few moments then used the bathroom for real before walking out to her husband who was already asleep. Awake enough to claim that he was awake but it was obvious that he was already past any sort of conversation. Jillian slipped down the stairs and into their game room to check her mail in peace as well as to get in a few quick rounds of Left 4 Dead before she snuggled into bed warm and safe with the man who held her heart in his hands.
Before she signed onto her Xbox to hunt zombies she saw a very important email. Her appointment to make her husband's anniversary gift was set for the middle of the next day. She hadn't expected them to be able to schedule her so quickly. She responded immediately to confirm the time. She hit the send button and then dashed over to her Xbox to hunt the undead.
It was just past midnight when Jillian actually got into the bed kissed her husband on the cheek whispering her sincere love for him. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder and slipped off to dreamland. There unlike reality he was a man and he kept her satisfied. In her dreams her husband was everything she wanted in a man. Sadly she would wake up in few hours and be forced stubbornly back into reality.
Twelve and Six
Breakfast and the rest of Jillian's morning went off relatively uneventfully. She kissed her loving husband told him she loved him and sent him off to work before she'd gone to work to herself. He didn't know that she had a job of course and in reality she didn't, what she was doing today wasn't even something for herself. It was for him. It was because she loved him so damn much that she could feel it in her heart.
That love was exactly what made it so painful that he didn't excite her. She wanted something that he could never give her and she'd known when she'd first married him. It didn't make sense to her when she'd married him. Back then, just like today as she wound through the heavy traffic downtown she was convinced that she could somehow improve him. That all it was going to take was the right spark and she'd get the fire she'd been craving for years.
She was basking in the warmth of that fire as she drove, as well as wishing she'd eaten more for breakfast. Not because she was hungry but because she thought that if her stomach was filled with food there would be less room for the butterfly tornado tumbling her tummy. Unless you counted the very rare visits to the pool this would be the closest to nude any man other than her husband had seen her and the thought of it had her battling against all of her worst nervous ticks. Normally she would have indulged more than just the steady pumping of her left leg and the tightening and loosening of her grip on the steering wheel but she couldn't afford to indulge in the others for a number of reasons.
Normally when she was nervous the first thing she would do would be to bite her nails but she'd painted them devil's red for the occasion and wouldn't mess them up. For the same reason she wasn't strumming her fingers along the dash board or anything else to get the oddly calming wave of clicks. Jillian was at the same time fighting the urge to play with her hair but it had taken her nearly an hour to tease her brown hair into the luscious waves cascading around her face. She wasn't even leaning back in her seat for fear of crushing the style she'd worked so hard on. She could easily reapply her make up if push came to shove but she was likewise suppressing the need to chew on her lower lip and all of that was driving her insane.
Driving downtown wasn't helping anything with its maze of one way streets and her GPS system screeching at her to turn here or continue two hundred yards before merging left. How many people had a good reference for two hundred yards anyway? Why not say second street or whatever it actually meant! A deep breath tried to center her but as it hissed free of her lips it was obvious it had done nothing of the sort. It was a good thing that was the final thing she had to do before the obnoxious feminine voice said the only good things it ever said. Arriving at destination. Good bye.
Jillian pulled into the parking garage and took one last look at herself in the rearview mirror as she screwed up the courage to take the last few steps. She knew that she wanted to do this but her heart was racing in her chest just as fast as it would go. If she hadn't had an appointment to keep she probably would have stayed in the car all afternoon instead of making a decision. Even with the deadline she sat in her car staring at nothing for several minutes until her cell phone alarm went off dragging her back into reality. It was her fifteen minute warning so she would call ahead if she was running behind schedule.
One last deep breath and she opened the door of her Jetta and swung her black high heels onto the concrete. She envisioned herself like a beauty in a movie so she paused for a moment examining her own red painted toe nails through the straps of her shoe then let that same gaze travel the length of her toned calves and up to her shapely thighs still modestly covered in a knee length skirt. As she rose she sucked in her stomach just a bit, she wasn't overweight, not at all but she had that tiny bit of tummy that most women have kept her from believing she was perfect. Jillian didn't focus long on that minor imperfection, her gaze moved to what most men thought of as her best feature. Her large, almost too large for her slight body breasts currently straining against a t-shirt.
Even though nobody was watching she tossed her hair back over her shoulders and gave her most dazzling smile baring her pearl white teeth and ruby lips. A smallish nose crinkled slightly when she smiled, an adorable trait that many flattered her on and finally her big brown eyes that right then were flooded with doubt but she was trying to erase the last of it. Returning her movie star fantasy she turned back to her car and bent at the waist pushing her ass up slightly as she grabbed her gym bag and fantasized about a man seizing her from the rear.
He wouldn't tell her his name, it wouldn't matter anyway since she was never going to see him again. He'd lift her shirt up just enough to get his rough hands on her breasts and he'd crush her body between him and the car. There would just be her soft female form between the unforgiving steel car and the uncompromising iron of a real man. He'd. . .
A car drove past her, though it never stopped Jillian felt and embarrassed flush singe her skin. She quickly looked around to make sure that she really was alone and once she was sure that nobody had been watching her until the feeling passed. She had an appointment to keep and she couldn't just stand around day dreaming about things. She was going to make her husband do those things. That's why she was there.
It took her a few minutes to find the office, it was a large building but she found it. She didn't get a chance to think about it anymore when she reached the door as she approached the door it opened on its own and a devilishly handsome man ushered her past the threshold. He was speaking, his lips were moving anyway but Jillian didn't hear much. She was actually focused lower on his anatomy, at his chest and the painted on black shirt he was wearing. It was literally clinging to his abs. He looked like something that belonged in a museum or a wrestling ring with his strong jaw and square features. his blonde hair was cut short almost military style and he had icy blue eyes. He was still saying words, thick honeyed words with a slight southern drawl. Jillian could almost feel them caressing her as he took her through the studio. Maybe he didn't notice she was gawking, or maybe he was so used to it that he simply didn't fight it. Needless to say the reason why she followed him to the changing room wasn't because he'd asked her to, nor was it because he'd gotten her gym bag somehow, it was because she was following his muscular rump trying to hide behind loose slacks. It wasn't working, but nothing that was as close to perfection as this man could hide. "What's your name?" She finally asked.
