I glanced at the clock. 2:01am. Your spot next to me was still empty. I heard the familiar sound of your current video game obsession echo through the thin walls of our apartment. I flipped over onto my side and sniffed back a tear. The soft, cotton sheets rubbed my bare nipple. I turned over again just to feel the contact and shivered. It had been months since you last touched me and my vibrator batteries had long ago died.
Lying on my back, I reached up and flicked my nipple. Closing my eyes, I grabbed the hard brown nub and rolled it between my fingers. I pinched hard sending shockwaves through my entire body. I brought my other hand up and started attacking both nipples. I pinched, rolled, tugged and scratched. If I applied the right amount of pressure with my long, red fingernails, it almost felt like your teeth biting down.
You used to ravage me nightly. But, babies came and you stopped making me cum. My once hard, toned body was now soft and my breasts were not as perky as they'd once been, still more than a handful, but gravity had taken its toll. My pussy ached for your cock, but you did your business every morning in the shower and left cum stains for me to clean up.
You weren't entirely to blame, I knew that. I was always tired or the baby cried. I stayed up late reading or cleaning and I often turned my back to you the moment I crawled in bed. Now, I could pleasure myself with you lying next to me and you'd never even noticed. My hands were quick and efficient and I could relieve my throbbing clit in minutes. But they weren't your hands. They weren't your dick.
Just as I reached my hand inside my panties, the youngest cried loudly. I sprang out of bed and rushed into the living room. You looked up from your game and glanced at my tits, still red from my hands pinching and tugging. You said you'd get him and told me to go back to bed. I nodded and waited for you to go check on him. When you returned you looked right through me. I screamed on the inside. Your wife was standing naked in front of you begging to be fucked and you picked up your XBox controller.
I walked around the couch and stood in front of you. You set the controller down beside you and looked up at me, annoyed. Then, you placed your hands on my hips and pulled me forward. Your lips grazed the soft skin on my belly. Then you leaned back and looked up at me.
"You're blocking the TV babe," you said and then picked up the controller again.
I stepped back and debated fucking myself right then and there, but my ego deflated and I just went back into the bedroom. The throbbing of my clit had stopped and my pussy relaxed. Fine. I sulked back into our bedroom and climbed into bed. My tears flowed onto the pillow, soaking it. Somewhere between the silent sobs and falling tears I fell asleep.
I tossed and turned as I dreamed. I saw you. Your fucked me. I sucked your cock. Your tongue fucked my pussy. But I knew none of it was real. Just as I'd started to cum in my dream, a cold hand on my arm startled me awake.
Your hand grabbed my arm and yanked me round. My body jolted awake and I flipped towards you. You pushed me on the my back and rolled on top of me. Your biceps flexed and you forced my shoulders on the the bed. You wedged your knee between my legs, forcing them open. Then, you slid your knee into my cunt pushing me back. I gasped as your cool skin brushed the warmth of my shaved pussy. My panties were gone I noticed.
Your knee pressed hard against my naked skin and your bore down on my shoulders. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I blinked trying to see your face. Was I dreaming? Your deep blue eyes bore down on me, drinking me. I saw an old familiar hunger in them. My breath quickened and my heart raced as my blood rushed to my nether region. Definitely not a dream.
Your cock was hard and I felt it grazing my stomach as you held your body above mine. The muscles in your arms popped as they strained.
By now, your knee had to have been soaked. I was wetter than I'd been earlier and the ache in my cunt was stronger as my unfulfilled desires from earlier were matched with the thrill of what was coming.
