He came rushing through the kitchen.
"I'm late." he said flatly, slamming his briefcase down onto the table. "Would it be too much trouble for you to be something resembling a wife? You know? The good kind, you wake me up with a smile, make sure my clothes are neatly pressed, have dinner on the table for me, as well as breakfast."
He glanced around as she sat calmly with her coffee.
When she said nothing he glared at her. "Nice. You know something? You suck."
With that he grabbed his briefcase and rushed out with his shirt untucked and his hair not combed.
She smiled to herself. She used to care. When they first got married she was a doting wife, always happy to jump at his every whim. Andrea picked up the phone and called her best friend Michelle.
"Hello?" Michelle answered cheerful as always.
"Another morning, another day started with my asshole." Andrea sighed.
"Again? You really need to do something about him."
"I know but my only options are to divorce the bastard or kill him." She laughed at both thoughts. She didn't want to leave him, but something had to give. "You busy today?"
"Nope. Shall we do lunch?" Michelle asked happily.
"That's what I was thinking. Maybe give the girls a call?" Andrea was hopeful; being around her friends always picked her spirits up.
"Cool, I'll meet you at our usual and call the girls. Breathe honey, everything will be fine."
Andrea hung up and then cleaned the kitchen up. Tears were falling as she did; this wasn't how she wanted her life to be. When she finished she tossed the sponge in the sink. Looking at the clock it was about time to get ready to go meet the girls.
She stripped down and eyed herself in the mirror before getting in the shower. She was about 5'7", medium golden brown hair, perky c cups, and an ample figure. She hurried through the shower not wanting to be late when she heard the phone ringing. She streaked naked and went to grab it.
"Hello?" she answered pleasantly breathless.
"I'm so sorry about this morning." Her husband said quietly. "I've been sitting here since I came in feeling like a dog for how I treated you."
"What's going on with you?" She dropped to the bed and sat there.
"I don't know."
"Is there someone else?"
He hesitated before answering. "No, just work."
She thought that over, and decided to take a chance. "You've been an ass for quite awhile."
"Look I'm not trying to be." He was getting agitated. Every time they argued she pointed that out. "What the fuck do you want from me, Andrea?"
"You to quite being a dickhead and treat me like a human being."
"I do. Jesus Andrea, you're the one who won't pay attention to me." He was sounding petty.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah really. You don't take care of me anymore. I want...NO I need my wife to take care of me." He growled into the phone. "That's what a fucking wife is supposed to do. Take care of all of her husband's needs!"
"Awwww are you a widdle baby? Do you need to be followed around and cleaned up after?" she said mockingly.
"God damn it Andrea!" he was growled at her again. "Just shut the fuck up!"
"No! I am tired of just shutting up. You don't want to hear what I have to say? Hang up." She took a deep breath continuing with her thought over his protesting. "I am not your mother. I am your wife. I shouldn't need to baby you!"
"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! Shut the fuck up!!" His voice gradually grew louder as she was speaking her mind.
"Fuck you!" she yelled back finding her courage.
"Excuse me?" he responded stunned.
"I have to finish getting ready." she said as nicely as she could with her temper up.
"Where are you going?"
"What do you care?" She let some attitude back in.
"Being a bitch doesn't suit you." he snapped.
She never talked back to him, and now she was. He was determined to have the last words.
"Heading out with your little WAM group?" He was pissed and she could hear it.
"As a matter of fact, yes...and I'm thinking of joining them!" she slammed the phone down trying to catch her breath.
Her four friends all lived in an old house they bought and remodeled. Each had their own room, but they resembled a four-person love affair. It was an honest open relationship between all of them. Men weren't in the picture often. All of them had been burned one too many times. After he found that out he began to refer to them as WAM. Women Against Men. The thing was none of them were exactly against men. Michelle was her best friend, and from that friendship she met Samantha.
Samantha and she hit it off wonderfully. A little too much, and that scared Andrea. She never thought she could feel for a woman the way she did for a man, but Sam was everything any man Andrea knew wasn't.
Sobs racked her body as she thought about everything and she threw the phone across the room in her frustration. Once she calmed she threw on jeans and a sweater and went to meet her friends.
Relief immediately washed over her once she spotted them. Especially when she saw Sam. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was beginning to resemble Rudolf. As she approached they all jumped up to hug her. She dropped her head on Sam's familiar shoulder and let the tears flow. Sam gently massaged her back and let her cry. She was livid over the entire situation. If Andrea were her woman, she would treat her like a queen.
After a moment they all sat down and Andrea spoke quietly, "Sorry I'm late Ron called."
"No problem baby." Mackenzie spoke almost too cheery.
She reminded Andrea of a tall lanky Care Bear. She was always cheerful and tried to spread sunshine and love everywhere she went. No one could resist her big, rosy cheeks, long dark hair and big brown eyes. Her chest was practically flat, which went along with her athletic boyish figure. In her spare time she coached basketball since it was her first love.
They all made idle chatter talking about getting together for a ladies-only weekend get-a-way while they ordered. Andrea was finally relaxing and having a good time. Time away was probably what she needed.
She was reaching for her water when she saw Stephanie gasp and choke. Everyone jumped up and did what they could for her. Steph was the shortest of the gang at five four; she was almost flesh and bone. What she lacked everywhere on her body she made up for with tits and ass. She was a knock out with her dark skin and black hair. Her big full lips begged for attention and usually found it.
