"Keep it real girlfriend. It ain't that bad," said Monique out loud to her reflection in the mirror. She practiced smiling, quitting as the crow's feet appeared again. She had just detected this sign of aging today, two weeks after her 33rd birthday. She sighed and arched her back thrusting her bare breasts upwards. Was it her imagination or didn't her hard nipples reach as high as they once did?
Monique stepped back and turned around still proud of her looks and body. She was a vain woman and planned on fighting the effects of aging to the bitter end. She grabbed some hand cream and rubbed it around her eyes hoping the crow's feet would go away. She was a sexy woman, knew it, and dressed to attract attention. Her husband was pestering her for a baby and she had finally relented and gone off the pill, but she feared what would happen to her figure when she got pregnant. She could have been a twin with the actress Halle Berry except that her skin was darker and her breasts were slightly bigger. Other then that, they had the same figure, were the same height, and Monique styled her hair after Halle's, short and curly.
Monique stepped into a pair of lacy blue panties, then put on a matching bra. She wore them because they made her feel sexy, even though no one else would see them not even her husband James. He had been hired as a salesman by a company that needed some color and surprised everyone there by doubling sales in two years. Unfortunately, that met he was on the road so often that she wasn't all that worried about getting pregnant. She wished he were around to practice with though. Monique was reaching her sexual peak where her husband's interest was waning after eleven years of marriage. Not that James had ever been that good in the sack. He came too quickly, humping like crazy once he got his dong inside her then rolling off and falling asleep. She hadn't married him for his fucking though, she had married him because he was tall, good looking, and muscular. He looked great standing next to her.
Monique pulled on a short tan skirt that would have been shorter if her boss at Social Services would have allowed it. A white blouse and matching tan jacket, plus tan heels, completed her business professional look.
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Monique parked the shiny black BMW her husband had bought her on the side of the street just before the dirt road. She refused to dirty it on the muddy road leading to the four trailers. She didn't like walking too much either since her heels sank into the mud, but the car was more important. She usually had to walk past the rednecks who seemed to do nothing but stand around guzzling beer, eye-balling her and whistling as she strutted by. Today the dirt road was empty as a light rain was falling. Monique held her case file over her head as she ran up to the trailer and knocked.
The boyfriend answered the door. He was wearing boxer shorts and a tight, beer stained tee shirt. He was a good looking white boy, shaggy, unkempt, with a very impressive chest. He had no sign of a beer gut, despite the fact that she had never seen him without a can in his hand. His name was Nick and he was a lazy waste of a human being. He and his redneck buddies worked construction and had been laid off with all the rain and the recent housing slump. He seemed perfectly content to let his girlfriend support his lazy ass and their two year old son working ten hours as a waitress six days a week. Monique had read the file several times, Jennifer wasn't the only girl he had knocked up, he had fathered four other kids all with different women over the last six years. Rumor was he had knocked up Jennifer again and the "oops" law wasn't going to give them the state assistance increase she had requested.
"Hey," he grunted letting his eyes roam her body, pausing briefly on her impressive cleavage. Nick was one of the rednecks who often whistled at her when she came to see Jennifer. He hung out with two buddies, another muscular construction worker and a fat guy that had lost the battle of the bulge with the beer. They stood around in the yards drinking and shooting BBs at empty cans and birds.
"Hello Nick, I'm here to see Jennifer."
"She ain't home. Why don't you come in and wait?"
"Alright," she said. Monique didn't really want to stay with the redneck, but she didn't want the rain messing up her fifty dollar hairdo either. "I'd like to check on the baby." Nick just grunted. He was already sitting back on the couch, engrossed at whatever was on the TV, drinking a beer, and scratching himself. Monique went to the baby's room crinkling her nose at the smell of a dirty diaper. "The baby needs changing," she said coming back to the living room.
"Jenn will be home soon," said Nick staring at the TV. Grunts, moans and panting were coming through the speakers. "Have a seat."
Monique sighed and walked over to the comfy chair. She surreptitiously placed a newspaper on the dirty chair and sat down on it. A loud scream came from the TV and Monique looked to see a naked woman writhing in orgasm as some stud screwed her doggy style. The trash was watching a porno and didn't even care that she could see it. "Could you turn that off please?"
"Nope."
"Could you at least go put some pants on?"
"Nope. You gonna get me more money?" he asked taking his eyes off the tv long enough to look at her, but they quickly moved down to her exposed thighs from where she had crossed her legs.
'Nope,' she thought, but she said, "No Nick, the law is clear. Assistance will be provided only for the first child."
"I need more money," he said turning to look at the tv again. Nick burped, leaned to the left and Monique got the impression he was farting though she heard nothing. It was a fart that changed her life.
As Nick shifted his body back down, the opening of his boxer shorts parted and his penis fell out. It didn't just peek out like her husband's did some times, Nick's penis burst out, semi-erect and reaching well past the leg of his boxers. It wasn't even completely hard and it dwarfed James' dick. Nick didn't seem to notice that he was exposed.
