Clarissa -- Early January
There was zero warning as a molten torrent of salty semen filled her mouth. Clint grabbed handfuls of her blonde hair harshly and stabbed his sputtering cock deeper into her mouth as he unloaded. It did not take him long to drain his testicles into her mouth. "Oh," he roared in delight before flopping hard on the bed.
"Goddammit, Clint! Give me some fucking warning!" Clarissa was pissed as she spit a wad of cum into a tissue from the nightstand. She was already angry at him, tonight was their fifth anniversary, and the asshole had almost forgotten. Disappearing for a few minutes after he came home from the gym, he returned later with hastily purchased flowers from the supermarket. Five years together, and all she measured on his list were fucking afterthought supermarket flowers. He had been so charming when they started dating before her last semester in college.
"Sorry, babe, you are just so good at that." He said with a yawn as he lounged against the pillow. Clarissa had no doubt that he would be asleep in minutes, and she would be left unsatisfied yet again. Clint didn't even bother to get to the part where he pumped into her for a couple minutes before disappointing her. Clarissa made a show of opening the top drawer of the nightstand and pulling out her vibrator. "Give me twenty minutes, and I'll rock your world." Clint lied, stifling another yawn. She leaned down to kiss him before letting him go to sleep; he recoiled from her lips. "Brush your teeth first."
"Why do you think I am pissed about you cumming in my mouth without warning." She fumed and left the bedroom.
Five years was an awful lot of sunk cost to put into a relationship flaming out, not so much with a brilliant fire of constant fighting, but just running out of fuel. It was a slow descent into mediocrity that had just found its breaking point. Over the holidays, they had a heartfelt discussion about him being more attentive but falling asleep before even anniversary sex was out of bounds. He had been so good initially; he could use his hands and tongue like no other lover that she had ever experienced. They had spent more than one weekend naked and having mind-blowing sex to the detriment of different social activities.
Now, he just wanted to get his rocks off and go to bed. He rarely seemed interested in making sure she had fun as well. If it was just bad sex, perhaps she could overlook it, but Clint seemed to have lost all his ambition to be something better. They both had so much promise coming out of college. She was still moving forward in her career, but he seemed to have taken the first step to his dream job and just coasted, not climbing the ladder to be where he wanted to be in his career. Rissa worked just as many hours as her boyfriend, but he still expected her to do everything around the house.
To think, last year I was angry about him not getting me a ring.
Clarissa turned on the news as background noise, taking out her e-reader. She selected a well-read bawdy romance novel that had been her favorite recently. Rissa had made her decision already; she would be ending things with Clint in the morning. Now she would take care of the sexual frustration she had built up all day. Anniversary sex had always been epic; Clint stepped up his game even last year. She recalled a series of epic orgasms after a night of dancing and fine dining. They even took the next day off from work to ensure they didn't have to interrupt their plans. This year it fell on a Saturday, and he was already asleep. Clarissa just didn't feel like she was a priority in his life anymore.
What possessed her to strip down to nothing and walk through the bedroom stark naked to get her toothbrush? Maybe she wanted to give Clint one last chance; they had a lot of good times in five years. Clint was out cold, barely moving to turn over as she walked through the room. She even leaned over the bed to grab her favorite pillow, making more noise, still nothing.
Dumbass.
She sighed as she turned off the light and left the bedroom, he missed out on his last chance. She would be sleeping on the couch and end this dying charade of a romance in the morning.
Her favorite vibrator was a little loud, but it was not like she cared if Clint caught her on the couch. Clarissa didn't even bother getting under the throw on the sofa. She read her favorite story, full of passion and cunnilingus; the male protagonist couldn't get enough of Genevieve, the Countess in the tale. The vivid detail of Gen experiencing climax after climax was titillating. Clarissa started with just a single finger, playing slowly with her little nub of a clitoris. She liked to get herself really started before she got out her toy.
In the tale, Genivive mounted her lover, riding and screaming so loudly that her guard came to check on her only to be embarrassed. Rissa longed for that kind of unbridled passion again. She put her book aside, letting her imagination take over from there. Her vibe whirred loudly between her legs as Clarissa slowly drove herself to a powerful orgasm. Curled up on the couch, she set the vibe on the coffee table and dozed off watching home renovation shows.
Clarissa had a vivid sex dream overnight. She was the Countess; an expert tongue and fingers were playing with her pussy perfectly. Rissa moaned loudly as lips sucked on her clitoris, bringing her so close to orgasm. When she looked down to watch the action, a pair of beautiful blue eyes stared back up at her, but it was not the male protagonist from her story. Instead, it was the redheaded maid. The young woman sat up and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, her magnificent chest on full display. The dream ended as the lovely young woman crawled on top of her with purpose in her eyes.
"Morning, Rissa. You didn't come to bed?" Clint said, walking into the kitchen in just his boxers, he still looked good, but that was never the issue.
Clarissa rolled over and sat up on the couch, a little surprised that she hadn't put on her nightgown after she had finished masturbating. She used to sleep naked; maybe she would be getting back to that; it felt so right. Why had she stopped? Just because Clint didn't? Clarissa wrapped herself in the throw and walked to the kitchen. She made the final decision last night; no use in allowing things to fester any longer. "Clint, we need to talk."
Natalie -- That same weekend