Hello Literotica Readers. It has been quite some time since I posted. This series popped into my head and I thought I'd jump back in. Please do vote, comment, and favorite if you are in the mood.
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Mike had put in a late night. At Marcia's request, he'd started sleeping the guest bedroom on nights like that. She 'valued her sleep', as she always said.
Lately, she'd been valuing her sleep a great deal. More often than not, Mike was sleeping there, either from late nights or from her waking him and telling him he was snoring.
Things were rocky to say the least.
Mike slept as long as he could, listening to the stirrings in the house as Marcia got the kids out for early bird at school.
He woke, as usual, with almost painful morning wood. It did tend to get more painful the longer he went, and by his count it was now twenty-six days since the last time they'd had sex. He heard the door close and decided today he'd make another try at doing something about getting some relief from this throbbing reminder of his involuntary abstinence.
It did not go well. From inviting her to take a shower with him, to coaxing, to pleading, and to finally fighting... Marcia made it clear that she was not in the mood.
"Fuck, Marcia, we're married!" screamed Mike.
"Yeah, about that," said Marcia. "I was thinking... maybe we should change that situation."
"What? Do you want a divorce?" he asked.
"Why don't we start with a trial separation and take it from there," she said. "Look Mike, I just... it's not you, it's me. I just don't love you anymore."
"Are you fucking someone else?" he asked.
"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "I just... this isn't working and we both know it."
Mike's alarm went off on his phone.
"Fuck, I've got to go. Perfect timing," he said.
He really did have to go. He was in the carpool and it was his week to drive. It was one thing to bag out and drive himself, it was another to leave the other's hanging.
"Fine," said Marcia. "Let's talk about this this weekend."
"Oh, we'll be talking," said Marcia.
"At least that'll be new," said Mike. "At least we'll be talking."
Mike hurriedly grabbed his stuff and dashed to the car. He was already late, but with relief he saw two texts come in letting him know that two of the riders weren't going that day.
There were four regulars in the car pool. Mike (43) who worked in software, Jenny (38) from HR, Alfred (33) who worked in accounting, and Lisa (26) who worked next door at the publishing company.
Jenny was sick and Alfred had taken his own car because he had a late meeting, so Mike only had to pick Lisa up, and she was on the way to the Interstate. Car pool conversations were usually about the weather, the kids, their jobs, but never anything personal. However, Mike wasn't in the mood for talking. So, what Lisa said next was definitely a surprise.
"God, I need a cock," Lisa blurted out suddenly.
"Oh, I uh... I'm not sure what to say to that," said Mike.
"I'm sorry," said Lisa. "It's been six months since I broke up with TJ and between work and other stuff, I haven't had any time. When I have gone out, it's like I've been wearing man repellent.
"I find that hard to believe,' said Mike.
Lisa was definitely the quiet librarian type, but she was also undoubtedly pretty. She dressed conservatively for work; hair up or in a ponytail, glasses, pencil skirts... but beneath her tailored blouses, it was obvious she had a lot hiding there. That, and she just had a more frank, bawdy nature. Just something in her tone told Mike that she was a wild thing at heart.
"Oh no, it's true," continued Lisa. "I can't get lucky to save myself. I was at a wedding reception last week. A
wedding reception,
and I couldn't even lure an unsuspecting groomsman back to my room. Fuck, but I miss cock. I miss the taste of it, the feel of it inside me. Maybe most of all, I miss it in my hand. Just having that hard, firm shaft in my hand, pumping away, then swallowing the load. How can I describe it to you... how much I need it...?"
"Oh, I think I know," said Mike.
Mike was blushing about three shades of red, but tried to play it cool.
"I wish you could bottle that desire up and give it to Marcy," he said softly.
"What was that?" asked Lisa.
Mike wasn't sure how to phrase this. How would he bring up the fact that he and Marcy were sleeping in separate bedrooms at the moment. That things had gone from bad to worse, that she wanted a separation... and that he strongly suspected she was having an affair.
"Oh, nothing," said Mike. "It's just... you'd think that I'd be fine, being married. But my wife hasn't been in the mood much for, well, a couple of years. And when she does, it's just you're basic missionary without much else. Handjobs, blowjobs, hell, those haven't happened since before kids."
"Shame," said Lisa. "So, what do you think of the defensive coach for the Broncos."
With that, they switched topics, but the seeds had been planted.
That was the morning drive. At 5:00, when Mike swung by Lisa's building, she had a devilish glint in her eyes.
When they got to the car, Lisa slipped into the passenger seat and looked straight forward out of the windshield, speaking uncomfortably.
"Mike, I'm going to say this once," she said. "I'd like to give you a handjob. No strings. No expectations. Just a straight up sexual favor. I think we both want something that the other person has."
