Author's notes: Sorry it has taken me so long to post something new. After months of tearing out my flooded kitchen, I was finally able to sneak into to my office and get some writing done. To get this posted before the next big project comes up, I haven't been able to send it to my usual editors for clean up. Only my loving wife has edited this. So, if there are mistakes, I take full responsibility. I hope you enjoy this little story, and please remember to vote. I appreciate any and all constructive comments.
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The alarm blared in her ear again. She sighed, as she hit the snooze button, not looking forward to waking her husband to get him ready for work. She knew he had been drinking again and didn't want to put up with his foul breath or mood again.
She started to doze again until she felt his hand reach over and roughly grab her breast and pull at her nipple. She wanted to cry but tried to put a good face on things. At least he was still interested. She felt his hard dick poke her in the ass as his hips trust at her.
"Come on Sheila; give me a quick fuck before I have to go home." He mumbled and came all over her ass.
She shoved her elbow into his ribs, not caring anymore. "Get up Frank; it's time to take your lazy ass to work!" She hissed shoving him to the edge of the bed.
"What the fuck? What'd I do this time?" He groggily asked as he put his feet down on the wood floor.
"It's time to get up. If you're late again, your boss will fire you and you're too old to go back out on the job market again." Stella Patten told her husband, as she hid her tears.
"No reason to be all bitchy about it. You going into the pause? All you do is bitch at me anymore. I know you're getting too old for that PMS bullshit you used to pull." The pudgy, balding, Frank said, as he scratched his cum coated balls and shuffled into the master bath.
Stella quietly cried into her pillow as she heard the shower come on. Deep down she knew the once love of her life, was having an affair. She even suspected who, but until that morning, she didn't know it for a fact. Not that it changed anything. She knew she couldn't get a divorce. She didn't believe in divorce. She just didn't know what she could do to make things better.
After getting up, she looked deep into her coffee cup, wishing for an answer, as Frank came in and gave her a perfunctory kiss and told her. "I'll be late, so don't hold dinner. I'll grab a burger or something." Then left without a backward glance.
"Yeah, I bet! Sheila's fur burger and thighs... fucking asshole!" Stella said and ignored the tear sliding her cheek.
"Happy fucking birthday Stella, you're forty two today. And what did your loving husband give you?" She asked the air bitterly. "Oh, not much; just proof he's been fucking around and blowing the vacation money on his tramp assistant, the fat fucking slut Sheila." She smiled bitterly and tossed her coffee into the sink, not caring as the cup shattered.
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Later that day, Stella was working out her anger at the gym. It was her only extravagance. The rest of the money went into their children's college funds and paying of the vacation rental Frank just had to have, to show what a success he was. It was where he took his clients for some down time. Hell, Stella hadn't seen the inside of the place in over three years.
"Do you want to talk about it?" A voice said next to her, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Not really." She said and added speed to the stationary bike she was riding.
"Sweetheart, if you don't, they'll make you pay for the bike your about to break in your anger. Come on, it's me...." The tall brunette woman put her hand on Stella's arm in a friendly manner.
"I'm sorry Karney, Just a bad day." She slowed the bike back to something close to normal and sat up to wipe the sweat off her face.
"But it's your birthday... what happened since yesterday when you found out they were planning a surprise party?" She offered her friend her bottle of water.
"Nothing much really.... Frank finally let it slip, while he was waking up, that he's been fucking his assistant. I doubt he even remembers it's my birthday, as he's out fucking that bitch. He called off work today, saying he had an appointment. But he left early and told me he would be late and not to hold dinner." If she didn't smile, she would have bust out crying again.
"Fuck me!" Karney Scott said, as her eyes bulged out.
"Sweetie, that's probably the best offer I've had in a long time..." Stella smiled sadly. "But you know I don't swing that way. Besides I'm still married." She looked at the tight body of her friend and wondered again what it would be like to succumb to her curiosity. She had to admit Karney looked great.
Karney's nipples hardened at the frank appraisal from her friend. She felt the tingle all the way down her five foot ten frame. She, like so many others, had lived through a very bad marriage before realizing she was a lesbian.
It almost killed her before she was able to do anything about it. She remembered the day she looked in the mirror and couldn't see a way out. She remembered throwing the handful of pills against the mirror and deciding enough was enough.
After that and her messy divorce, she took the proceeds and bought herself a new attitude. After a year of therapy, a lot of hard work, and just a little bit of surgery, no one from her past would ever recognize her from the frumpy dowdy person she used to be.
"Are you going to divorce him?" Karney asked softly.
"I can't; it's against everythng I believe in." She smiled again sadly. "When I said 'I do' it was for life...." She sighed and forced the tears back. "And, I don't think he's going to come up and tell me one day that he wants a divorce so he can marry her. So, I'm just stuck." Stella got off the bike and handed Karney back her water bottle.
"Why don't you just leave him? I know you make more money than he does. I've read some of your work. Just because you don't have to go to the office every day doesn't detract from your contribution to the earnings. Let him pay for that fucking lover's nest he had to have. You know that where he's at don't you?" Karney said in instant defense of her friend.
Karney shut her mouth before she let the cat out of the bag. She didn't think her friend would appreciate the interference. But she would offer the information her brother, the investigator, had collected. She had tried to let enough little slips happen so Stella knew what was going on, but she didn't want to ruin her marriage just because she had the hots for the fiery Stella.
"Yeah, I know... but I promised, for better or worse. Until death do we part... you know the drill." She started walking to the showers, Karney right behind her. As they entered, Karney pulled her her into the last stall. It was big enough for two.
"Here, let me relax you a bit before you have to face the kids." Karney offered.
