It's hard to know what is worse, the loud mocking snores of a spouse next to you, prohibiting your sleep, or the incessant desire for sex with no relief in sight. Alexa had married an honest man, a good man. He was handsome once with a promising career and now he was just a big belly balding younger version of his father. She'd always heard that men got more handsome as they aged, if that was the case then she had bad luck.
There was nothing she found attractive about Jake any longer. He was fatter, lazier, more stressed, had less hair where he needed it and more where he didn't. She watched other couples their age at school events for their daughter and saw so many other husbands that looked hotter than ever, just not her's. It's hard to know which was worse, the fact that she caught him with another woman four years ago or when he farts when he sleeps.
Late at night when she couldn't fall asleep, she thought about sex. She thought about the raw intimate sex of two lovers with hearts still on fire for each other. She often thought how cruel it was for her to be tied down to a man who barely looked at her. When she'd look in the mirror she was still pretty. She had a great body when compared to other moms from her PTA groups. She had long dark brown hair with big blue eyes, she often would receive compliments for her eyes. She had a very poise demeanor, one that often scared many people off. Her breasts were large for her body. She stood at 5'4", an average weight that left her tummy with a small pooch and gentle love handles. When she was younger and still ran everyday, her body looked incredible. She knew she was far from her prime at twenty-eight. She kept her pussy and asshole properly trimmed and shaved, not for her husband, she just didn't like it to be unruly down there, a personal choice.
After conceiving a believable fantasy in her head, she would start to lightly play with herself. She didn't want to wake up her husband in fear she would arouse him and have to handle his pleasure over her own. Whenever she'd think of his cock she'd lose all interest in chasing after her climax, instead opting to get water from the fridge and sulking on the living room couch before forcing herself back onto the cramped sweaty queen sized bed with her husband.
The days went by and routines solidified for the O'Donnell family. Alexa would wake up with Jake so she could make breakfast for her family. She'd put together her daughter's lunch and put it in her lunch box. Alexa would receive a peck on the cheek as Jake left for work. She'd take her daughter, Lily, to school and then she'd get coffee from a local coffee shop and then get groceries. Once she got the groceries she'd pick up the dry cleaning for her husband and then head home. Once home she'd always go to her bed and put on a porn video and watch as she shamelessly rubbed herself off. Once done she'd fix herself up and make lunch for herself. Normally she'd get a text from her husband saying he'd be out late or had to go on some trip and wouldn't be back for a few days. By the afternoon she'd watch one of her god awful guilty pleasures, a show about dragons, gangsters and aliens. She knew it was bad but she enjoyed never knowing what would happen next, it was still exciting.
After so long even the excitement of trouble can become rather mundane. A new tire here, a new phone there. This bill needs to be paid and money needs to go from this account to another account. Late at night Alexa would pray that she'd catch her husband cheating again, at least then there would be drama. She wondered why she wanted drama. She felt selfish and stupid but nonetheless yearned for something new.
"Did you make me lunch?" Jake asked as he stared at two sacked lunches sitting at the center of the kitchen island.
Alexa, in the midst of her morning routine, stopped. She turned around and looked at the two sacked lunches and then at her husband. His expression matched hers. "I guess I did." Alexa had been moving through her morning so quickly she must've made two lunches instead of just one for their daughter.
Jake grabbed a brown bag that was folded nicely at the top filled with food. "Well, alright then." He shrugged and walked to her with his briefcase in his other hand. He gently kissed her left cheek, so gently, in fact, his lips barely grazed her skin before he turned and walked away. "I'm going on a two day trip to the Hartford location, I'll get a hotel room while I'm down there. I have to cover for one of the managers again, you know how it is." Alexa watched her husband walk away, unsurprisingly he never made eye contact with her.
"Ok, be safe." She refused to say she loved him, she didn't believe she did.
"Yeah, I will, love you." Jake leaned forward with a smile on his face and kissed his daughter's forehead as she sleepily ate her bowl of sugar cereal.
Jake left and Alexa felt her throat choke up as a tear threatened to spill from her eye. She quickly turned around to hide her face from her daughter. "I hate you." She whispered to herself.
"Mommy, can I have my lunch in my lunch box?" Lily asked, grabbing Alexa's attention.
"Yeah, of course, baby, mommy has been a little distracted this morning. I'll fix it up and then we can leave for school, okay?" Alexa put on a smile for her daughter and put together another sandwich, cut up apples slices, a fruit snack pack and a small bag of pretzels. While working on the lunch for her daughter she wondered what she was thinking when she made that other sack lunch. How odd.
Alexa took the sack lunch with them, thinking maybe Lily could give it to a kid at school or maybe trade some of the contents for other food. Lily told her about the small pop up lunch market in the elementary school, Dean Wexler always had the best food, or at least that's what Lily told her. By the time they'd gotten to school and after narrowly missing a crazy driver from hitting them, Alexa and Lily totally forgot about the other lunch bag.
"Damnit!" Alexa shouted as she saw the little brown bag of food. "I guess that's my lunch for the day."
As she was making her way home something else out of the ordinary was happening, construction on her normal route. She didn't know which way to go, she could go left or right, but had never gone down those two streets. She wasn't too terribly far from home, she knew how to get back to her neighborhood, but she wasn't sure which was faster. After a beep from the car behind her, she panicked and turned right, right has to be the right way. She made the next available turn left which put her at a red light to which point a man came up to her window.
"Excuse me, miss, do you have any cash? I've not ate for a few days..." the black homeless man's words trailed off as he grabbed his stomach through his dirty dingy hoodie.
Alexa looked at the messy black man who was missing a few teeth. "I, uh," she looked around her car. She did have change but she also had that sacked lunch. "I have... this!" Alexa grabbed the bag of food and smiled up at the man proudly as she sat in her car at the red light.
The man looked at the bag of food and greedily grabbed it from her hand. "Oh, thank you, miss, you made a poor old man very happy today." The man ran off and sat against concrete on the sidewalk and dug into the bag of food. Alexa watched the homeless man shamelessly rip the bag open to find it's tasty insides. She could've stayed there for the entire time he ate but she was moved along by another, this time a bit longer, beeping from the car behind her.
"Ok, ok!" She threw her hands up and looked in her rear view mirror. She drove off with a satisfied feeling in her heart, she'd done something nice today.
For the next few weeks Alexa went down her new route every single day and every single day she'd have a spare lunch for the man. She found out his name was Reginald and he'd lost all his money gambling and never fully recovered from his losses. She gave him rides every once in a while, the whole time Mr. Reginald was nothing but an upstanding man with her, albeit a stinky one.
After a month went by a dirty little thought crept into her mind one late night as she rubbed her clit next to her sleeping husband. She thought about Mr. Reginald. The black homeless man was older than her by who knows how many years. He had missing teeth and she was pretty sure it'd been years since his last shower but there was something about him that stuck out to her. One time when he was in her car she saw the outline of his dick down one of his pant legs. She was astonished by the size. Her husband was only five or so inches when fully erect and he was not very thick, Mr. Reginald, however, seemed to have a python down his legs.
