Amy would always remember the second her relationship changed forever.
They were supposed to be hosting a dinner party in their apartment that evening. The guests were all Amy's coworkers, but that was all the more reason John should have made their place spotless and had dinner started when she got home. These weren't just friends coming over, this was her career.
But when Amy opened the front door she saw an apartment just as disorganized as she left it that morning. Only worse as John had apparently made himself a sandwich for lunch without bothering to clean up after himself.
As she stepped past the kitchen into the hallway she could hear John's voice from his office. "Stop camping in that bunker Steve. That's such a pussy thing to do."
He wasn't even working! He was playing that damn video game with his friends again! Amy was livid. But instead of bursting in and making a scene, a rare calm came over her.
Yelling at John to pull his weight around the house and take his career more seriously obviously wasn't working. New tactics were in order. Something a bit more subtle perhaps. But first, Amy needed to salvage the night.
She quickly cleaned the kitchen as best she could, punted on the detailed menu she had planned, and ordered a slew of family items for her favorite Italian restaurant. Then she moved to her closet to pick out some clothes for the evening before hopping in the shower.
She wanted to wear something that would get John's attention. Something sexy yet also respectable for her colleagues. She had nothing that fit the bill. Tons of pantsuits and conservative length skirts. There were also some cute summer dresses and more formal gowns, but nothing that was both professional and guaranteed to attract male attention. That would have to change.
Amy ended up choosing her shortest skirt, which extended over her knees, and her tightest blouse, which did not expose any cleavage, but at least drew the mounds of her C cup breasts up where their outline would draw the male gaze.
As Amy enjoyed her hot shower, she reflected on her relationship. If there was one word Amy associated with John it was "safe." They had started dating back in college of their senior year after she learned that her previous boyfriend, a star linebacker for the football team, had been cheating on her with multiple other women.
Amy was at least a nine, maybe even a ten. No man had any business cheating on her, especially with sixes and sevens from far lesser sororities. After the linebacker, John was a nice, cute, safe guy. A solid seven, maybe even an eight if he worked out and wore the right clothes.
Amy always knew John was interested in her. Every heterosexual man was. The problem had been getting John to act on it. Through hours of flirting while hanging out in groups, John never once asked her out. Finally, she had to ask him to walk her home one night, and of course he jumped at the chance. She then had to ask him if he wanted to come up stairs and watch a movie, which of course he did. But once alone in her room, she was the one who had to start kissing him. At no point in their relationship had John ever initiated a new level of intimacy.
Not that Amy doubted for a second that John adored her. At the beginning he was the most dutiful boyfriend to the point it was almost an embarrassment. Flowers, texts, even cards with poems in them. John was head over heels. And the physical attraction was also clearly there too. John wasn't the largest man in the world, but Amy could always see that her mere presence, let alone touch, was enough to make his member stand straight at attention.
Amy enjoyed John's doting and although they never talked about the future of their relationship, when she landed an entry level job in a prestigious consulting firm in a big city, John soon announced he had found a computer programming gig there as well. Amy thought about living by herself for a while, maybe she needed to sow some wild oats. But when she fell in love with an apartment in a fashionable neighborhood, she knew she needed John's income to afford living there. So she asked him to move in and he accepted immediately.
It's not that John was a bad partner. He made a respectable amount of money, he was smart, he could be sweet in a cute way, and when motivated he attempted to meet her needs in bed. But he was also a bit passive and lacked ambition. If anything he was a little too smart for his own good. He never had to apply much effort to get his computer science degree and his job was relatively easy too, hence all the gaming.
He had become lazy and content. Not with just his job but with Amy too. She let him have sex whenever he wanted, which was about three times a week, but Amy couldn't remember the last time she had a real orgasm. John had decent oral skills, but his manhood never lasted longer than a few minutes inside of her.
The cuddling was nice, but the attentiveness was gone. When was the last time John had bought her flowers or cooked her dinner? She had gotten comfortable and lazy too. She had let John take her for granted.
No more.
Amy didn't give John the silent treatment that night but when they did talk she was cold and short. John responded immediately to this treatment, sensing she was mad, making an extra effort to help her clean up after everyone left. The ability for John to be a good partner was still there, it was just the will for proper execution that was lacking.
Amy knew that John would be pressing her for sex that night, alcohol always eased his inhibitions, but she was more than ready to rebuff him, claiming that she was tired after having to clean the apartment all by herself before dinner. The next morning she got up early and hit the gym before he could make a second pass.
After working out, Amy burned a hole in her credit card, splurging on a new wardrobe, including a tight satin nightgown with straps that hung over her shoulders and hugged her body in a way that accentuated her hourglass figure. John's jaw dropped to the floor when she casually came into the living room with a book under her arm after dinner, and he desperately tried to initiate sex later that night.
But Amy had other plans, truthfully confessing that she was still mad about his failure to help with party preparations the night before and therefore wasn't in the mood to be intimate. Amy said John could make it up to her this week by cleaning the apartment and doing the laundry, and if he did a good job, he would be rewarded next Friday.
John could be meticulous when he wanted to be, and to keep him motivated Amy wore a new sexy pajama every night. By Friday the apartment was spotless and John even confessed he enjoyed doing her laundry since there were so many new sexy outfits he could imagine her in as he folded.
Amy treated him to a home cooked chicken marsala with a citrusy sauvignon blanc. While John did the dishes, Amy slipped into the bedroom to change into a low cut babydoll that barely covered her ass. She also turned off the lights and lit some candles before listening for John to shut the water off.
When she could tell he was done with the dishes she extended just her arm out the door and beckoned to him with her finger. John nearly sprinted to the bedroom, throwing the door open to reveal his prize.
God she was gorgeous. Thick blond hair running down past her shoulders and into her firm chest. A perfectly feminine waist connected to long lithe legs. She coyly smiled and twisted her butt to the right so he could just barely peek at the cleavage between her exposed ass cheeks.
"You've been a good boy this week John, and now is time for your reward," Amy purred, before turning her back to him and walking to the bed. "Do you like what you see?" she teased. "Then why don't you get undressed and come join me?" And with that she laid on her side, with one arm propping her head up while she patted the empty space next to her with her other hand.
John wasted no time ripping his clothes off, laying on his side next to her with his member pointing right at her. Amy then pushed him onto his back before moving down to his waist. But instead of putting her mouth around his dick like John was hoping, she merely kissed it before throwing her leg over him so she was straddling him. She then moved her pussy up till it was at the base of his penis which was now forced flat against his belly, the tip of his member pointing straight at his face. She then started rocking her hips so that the length of her pussy lips were moving up and down John's cock, but not so that the head penetrated her.
"Does this feel good John?" she asked in a sultry voice.
"Uh huh," John moaned. He was already in heaven.
"I didn't hear you," she replied somewhat sternly. "Please answer so I can hear you," she commanded.
"Yes, very much. You feel amazing," John responded.
"And what about my new nighty, do you like that too?" she asked.
"Uh, huh," John moaned.
"Again speak up John, it is very important that we communicate clearly tonight," she instructed.
"Yes. I love it. You look like a goddess," he managed, almost delirious with pleasure.
"Ooooo... I like that. Goddess. Can you call me goddess from now on John?" she questioned sweetly.
"Yes goddess. I'll do whatever you want just as long as you keep doing what you are doing," he declared.
