Tears fell upon the framed photo as Marylyn cried. She stared down through the thin glass pane and did nothing to stave her sobbing as she brushed her finger over the picture, "Kayla... I miss you so much," she sniffed.
There were two women in the photo. One was a blonde with long, curly hair and arresting eyes, the other, a short haired brunette with a sultry smile and smoky, tired looking features. The two women were standing side by side with their arms wrapped around each other, and the longer Marylyn stared at it the more bitterly she wept.
The blonde in the photo was none other than herself, and the other woman was her now ex wife. The photo had been taken several years prior, right before they'd gotten married, and things had been good... for awhile.
The two had been fighting for several months up to that point, and though she herself had been the one to initiate it, Kayla had blown it up into the mess that ultimately ended their marriage. The issue was common and the cause of many a marital spat and breakup: Marylyn wanted children, Kayla didn't.
There was more to it than that, of course. At first, Kayla had made a myriad of excuses, and her spouse had always nodded and smiled disappointedly in an attempt to understand where her wife was coming from. The reasons for not wanting to start were numerous, and they ranged anywhere between 'we just can't afford it right now' to 'let's wait until we have a house'.
Within the last two years, Marylyn had worked her ass off and had not only gotten a huge promotion, but had also closed a deal on a brand new house for the two of them to move into.
The moving had been stressful enough, but they'd weathered the storm well. It wasn't until a week later, after they'd more or less settled in, when the trouble began.
The conversation had gotten out of hand quickly, and over the course of a few days, their five year relationship had fallen apart. Now, all the woman had to show for it was a lonely three bedroom house and her ex wife's words ringing in her ears.
"I'm never going to make you happy because I never want kids!"
Marylyn remembered the woman's words again and cried fresh tears. It was nearly time for her to head to work, and she thrust the photo away from herself and wiped her face angrily, "Gah, I've gotta pull it together... I can't go into work looking like this!"
She did a quick check of herself and made sure she had her makeup in her purse so she could primp herself on the way, then she headed out and locked the door behind her.
The stages of grief ran their course, and slowly Marylyn began to recover. Her sorrow turned to regret, her regret to apathy, and when she stopped blaming herself things started to get better.
It was around three weeks after their breakup that something else began to happen as well.
Marylyn was getting very. Very. Horny.
Everyone at work knew that she'd been in a lesbian relationship, but what they didn't know was that Marylyn was an extremely well endowed futanari. The blonde had accepted her body at a young age, and had gotten past most of her insecurities about it, but it had been years since she'd gone so many days without masturbating.
She and Kayla had been fantastic sex partners; Kayla being a futanari as well. Since both of them had such a high sex drive, her finding release had been a relative non issue, but for the past several weeks she'd not only neglected her urges but ignored them entirely.
Three weeks of abstinence was beginning to catch up to her, however. With every day that passed, her girl cock grew heavier, and an annoying, aching itch was beginning to tingle throughout her body. Still, her grief had been so great that she couldn't muster the energy to jack off.
Until she became mad, that is.
It happened to her as it usually does to most people in her situation: Marylyn was at work making copies. There was something lulling and relaxing about the odd light and warm paper that was spitting gently out of the machine, and she stared at the growing pile with a distant look.
I'm never going to make you happy because I never want kids!
She heard Kayla's voice echoing through her head for the ten thousandth time, only this time, she replied quietly, "You could have told me that from the beginning. You could have been honest with me. You could have given me the chance to think about what was really important to me and I might have chosen you!"
She looked around quickly as she realized how loud she'd been talking. Still, the things she'd said felt true and right to her, and she continued under her breath, "Now I've got this stressful job and a big house all to myself. Your name isn't even on the bill because your credit sucks so bad, and you were too much of a coward to sign anything. I'm glad you didn't," she glowered at the copier. "You don't deserve to be a mother, anyway, all you ever do is think about yourself. Well, enjoy your freedom, Kayla, I can start a fucking family on my..." she stopped as the copier printed out the last page and her eyes widened, "Own."
A calm realization washed over her and she felt the sort of peace that she'd been pining after for the last several weeks, "Yes... I can start a family all on my own," her lips turned up into a slow smile, and she grabbed the stack of copies and walked off.
Three more days passed, and Marylyn kept her hands off of herself. her body was positively aching for release, and it was becoming almost impossible to focus on her work, but she had the weekend to look forward to, and every time she had the urge to masturbate she reminded herself about the date that she had scheduled for Friday night.
Then, it was finally time. Marylyn left work with a wide smile and said goodbye to everyone in the office. She headed straight to the grocery store and took her time with shopping, then headed to the mall to visit the lingerie store.
After all, she planned on getting lucky that night.
