"Trying to have sex with my husband, silly." Said Gina in a flirty voice. Damn it Daren, read the mood. This is important. She planted soft, wet kisses on her husband's neck.
"Nooo baby, not now. I need to sleep. You know I have a big meeting tomorrow. Let's try tomorrow night, or, better yet, Friday."
And with that, he turned over, and in seconds started to snore.
Typical. Gina huffed her frustration, and collapsed to her side of the bed. What did she expect? When had Daren ever risen to the occasion in bed? Well if he wanted to miss out, maybe she would just have to take care of the job herself. She rolled over and pulled open her beside drawer, moved aside some magazines placed for camouflage, and took out her trusty vibrator.
Mmmm, yes that felt good. Maybe even better than Daren would have. This was definitely the right choice. Now she could just cum and get that asshole out of her head. The fucking prick, with his expensive haircut, and his stupid fucking smile, and his massive black... Gina realized with a start that she had begun feeling even better, and was, in fact, close to the edge already. She quickly pulled the vibrator away from her pussy. What the fuck? Her brain and her pussy must still be all mixed up from that sex dream she had been having. Time to return to safer mental waters. She imagined some of her college boyfriends. That was a tried and true fantasy. It usually made her a little guilty, fantasizing about other men, but right now it seemed safe, almost quaint. Ted, winning an important game in intramurals with a crucial last minute basket, and pointing to her on the side-lines, in a tight top and short little skirt. Stripping off those same clothes for him later, with him still elated, still feeling powerful from the game. The image was usually a winner, but this time it felt a little flat, hollow. Something was missing. She moved the vibrator aggressively, pressing it tightly to her sticky, throbbing pussy. No, it wasn't working. Gina writhed her body, pinching a nipple, craving release. What had that fucker done to her? That fucking son of a bitch, that onyx statue of a man. Did he think that he had won? That he had defeated her completely? Was she just a weak loser in his eyes? A little cocksucker that he could toy with? She removed the vibrator from her clit again and pounded the bed in frustration, barely holding back a scream of rage as she realized that she had gotten within a hair's breadth of orgasm again when her mind had drifted to Victor. Daren muttered and shifted in his sleep like the useless lump he was. There was only one solution.
Gina grabbed her phone from the bedside table and typed "porn" in the search bar. She had rarely, if ever, done so before and didn't really know what to look for. She clicked the first link, seeing a site for sharing video clips pop up. She typed "Big Cock" in the search bar, then after some thought, changed it to "Big White Cock", and clicked search. Well, there certainly wasn't a lack of videos. She found a thumbnail that looked interesting and started watching, returning her vibrator to her waiting pussy.
A large muscular bald man was pumping what was indeed a very large white cock into the little pussy of a cute dark haired girl half his age. The video was fine, pretty hot actually, apart from looking a little fake and unnatural. But for some reason it just wasn't doing the trick. She clicked a video from the recommended bar on the side of the screen. A pale redhead was kneeling at the feet of another large muscular white man, licking and sucking and worshiping with a good show of enthusiasm. She liked it, and it looked less fake then the last one, but it still wouldn't quite get her there. Gina let out a soft, frustrated sound in her throat as she twisted a nipple in her hand. She tried another video. Another. She turned the vibrator up a setting, which made it uncomfortable. She switched it back. She tried getting on all fours while watching. Another video. She tried sucking her own nipples. Her breasts had been big enough to do so since she was a teen, but she had always avoided the act, even when boyfriends asked her to. It always seemed a bit too dirty, something that a slut would do. Now she did it. And it felt good, but it didn't make her cum. She switched through videos rapidly, until she accidentally hit one that she hadn't intended to.
A small blond woman was having her pussy stretched by a massive black dick. Her large fake breasts were bouncing uncontrollably as she let out loud, cartoonishly fake moans with a practiced look of ecstasy on her face. Gina felt a tingle run up her spine as heat grew in her pussy. She knew the whole point was to avoid imagery like this, but she couldn't look away. She felt a massive orgasm building in her, rumbling forward unstoppably like a massive freight train. Her legs began to tremble and shake. A sweet, low moan escaped her lips without her intending it. Her legs spread wide and her toes began curling. With a trembling hand, she reached for the phone to betray herself, to make it even sweeter. She let her pride, her anger, and her dignity go, and let her pussy decide. She skipped ahead to the end of the video, to see what she wanted: the blond woman kneeling at the dark man's feet as he jerked his cock directly above her moaning face, splattering it with his hot cum. And she came with him, splattering her sheets, moaning loudly, and bucking her hips against the vibrator. Daren mumbled another question about what was going on, but she ignored him until he went back to sleep. She felt so satisfied, so deliciously fulfilled, that she couldn't even think any unpleasant thoughts about what had just happened. She smiled softly and warmly and fell into a deep restful sleep. So restful, that the next day she didn't have a clear memory of what had happened. But deep inside her mind, new links had been strengthened.
...
"Of course I'm going to go," said Gina decisively, "it sounds like it's your job on the line." She was once again working quickly to make her normal large mug of morning coffee, and had the focused energy that Daren thought of as distinctly "Gina". He just wished that she didn't seem so confident about this particular issue.
"I mean, maybe, but he might have just been saying that in order to... you know."
"In order to do what, Daren Harlowe?" Gina gave him a cold flat look from across the kitchen. She had been totally unwilling to have any discussion at all about the events of the party. It had quickly become a totally taboo subject between them. She moved past it, and resumed making her coffee. "I don't believe your boss about most things Daren, but I believe him about that. Fair or not, he is definitely considering firing you."
She grabbed her full mug and walked right up to him, staring right up into his eyes. Her presence and strength of personality were as captivating as usual, and she had turned the dial up to eleven this morning.
"You know that with the new car and the renovations to the house last summer, we can't really afford to go down to one income right now. Not to mention Cassie starting college in less than a year. The places she has been applying to aren't cheap, Daren." She patted him gently on the cheek and gave him a sharp smile, "Let me take care of it for you, baby. Victor Cross might act tough, but we'll see how he does against me when he isn't on his home turf."
Daren felt his resistance waver, but he had to try one last time. "B-but, honey, going on a date? Don't you think that that's a little..." He wasn't sure how he wanted to finish the sentence. Risky? Disrespectful to him? Encouraging to Victor? But he was saved from having to finish the sentence by Gina. "Oh come on Daren, it's not a date. More like a meeting. It takes two people agreeing in order to make a date." She clicked her way towards the door on her high heels, throwing over her shoulder: "Just watch babe, Victor Cross is about to learn exactly how much of a bitch I can be when I get mad."
...
When Cassie Harlowe got out of bed that morning, she was just positive that it was going to be another great day. The last of her college applications were written and mailed, with plenty of top schools and safeties included, just to be sure. Things were going really well on the volleyball team as well. She had been a little nervous at first that she would find it too difficult, and that it might cut into her homework time too much, but all the girls were so nice and supportive, and it turned out to be really fun. She knew her mom would have liked for her to join cheer, but Gina would just have to deal with the disappointment. Gina had been a control freak for Cassie's whole life, but she certainly wasn't going to control Cassie's senior year. She just wished her mom could see her as a grown woman, and show her a little respect. She wasn't asking for much.
Despite their tension, it made her a little sad that her mom had already left the house by the time she reached the kitchen. "Sorry sweetie," said her Dad with a wry grin, " you know how she is, 'hurricane Gina'. I think she had an early meeting today." Poor sweet daddy, thought Cassie with a loving smile, always making excuses for her wrecking ball of a mom. Gina had probably just forgotten that she had agreed to eat breakfast as a family more often. Cassie made a mental note to try to get ready a little earlier, so they could spend more time together. She knew they were both stubborn women, but suspected that her mother wanted an end to the fighting just as much as she did. And she would get it. As soon as she showed Cassie a bit more respect.
Well at least she would always be close to dear old dad. She gave him a tight hug. "Well, can you stay for some breakfast, daddy?" She asked in her sweetest voice. She knew that her father had a really hard time resisting when she played up the sweet little daughter act. But today he seemed distracted for some reason. "I'm afraid not, pumpkin, I've got a work thing as well. But I'll try to speak to your mother about breakfast. Tomorrow maybe." And with that he was out the door as well.
