The morning alarm went off, telling Dave to get ready for work. Another beautiful day of dodging traffic to make deliveries awaited him. It was far from a difficult job but still draining to constantly be aware of his surroundings. He had to be alert enough to make up for the other people that were driving while playing with their dog, watching a movie, or just didn't know how to read a speed limit sign.
He looked at his drowsy wife, Mary, who was half awake and caressing her forehead. He leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek, saying good morning. She murmured a groggy reply, her mind still in a daze. He got out of bed and began looking for his pants as he asked when she was going to work.
"I'm not going in, I have a migraine," she said, her eyes clenched and still rubbing her head.
"You've been getting those a lot," he replied. Mary was in her mid twenties but had the health of an old woman. Back pain, migraines, depression, menstrual problems. It seemed like it was always something.
"Do you need me to get you some pain meds?" he asked, looking at her as she grimaced.
"They don't do any good," she said. "I just have to sleep it off."
"You'll call into work?", he asked, knowing that she had been doing that a lot lately. Neither of them made a lot of money but the sooner she felt better, the sooner she could go back to work.
"Yeah, I'll have to," she said. "It's ok." Mary worked in auto repair and she loved her co-workers. She always came home with stories of them crop dusting each other, their perverted jokes and drunk stories. It wasn't unusual for her to bring treats to the group, which got her out of trouble for her chronic lateness.
Dave leaned over in bed and they gave each other three quick kisses before he told her to get some rest. It certainly wasn't the way they used to kiss. In the old days, she would greet him after he walked in the door by pressing against him with a sighing moan and kiss him past his teeth. It would immediately create what they had once heard called a "husband bulge" in his pants, which she might gently caress through his jeans.
Things had changed and he wasn't sure why. When they were dating, she used to immediately call him after he got out of work and tell him to come fuck her. She sent him nudes, drew erotic cartoons and liked to sneak having sex when she knew there were people nearby.
Within six months of their marriage, it all changed. He had expected the amount of sex to increase once they had a place of their own, not decrease. Dave had asked if it was because there was no one to sneak around and the thrill of possibly getting caught was gone. Mary had shrugged and said it made sense but she was also stressed from paying bills and having a job. He supposed the joke about wedding cake being a killer of libido was true after all.
Her sex drive had evaporated and so had her support of him. Mowing the lawn? His job. Helping to clean the house? Just one more round of video games first. Shoveling snow? Only if she had decided to not visit her mom instead.
Then there was her mother. Jesus Christ, her mother. The woman acted like she owned their home, visiting often and giving Dave evil glares every chance she had. During an argument, Mary told Dave that her mother had told her in their first year of marriage to leave him. He wasn't surprised to hear that, but he was surprised that it had happened so soon in their marriage. The old bat was never going to give him a fair chance.
He couldn't imagine what she would be like as a grandmother. Actually, he could imagine it and it was horrifying. If she was bad now, she would be a rabid wolf knowing that a man she didn't approve of was raising her grandchild. Still, that seemed like a nightmare that they would avoid. The women in Mary's family had hormonal issues and getting pregnant was difficult for all of them. Fertility treatments were time consuming and expensive, and their very limited budget made having a child borderline irresponsible.
Mary waited until Dave had arrived at work to make the phone call. Dave had an annoying habit of sharing too much online and texting her any "funny" thing he thought of. It wasn't unusual for him to post something once he got to work. Once she saw his latest post, she was in the clear. He had been an impressive specimen when they met. Tall, strong, with a full beard and black hair. He was quiet and somewhat withdrawn but he had an inner strength that made her stomach flutter. Dave was kind and loving and was like a beacon against the angry control of her father. When he proposed to her, it was as if her dreams had come to life. She was going to have a home of her own where she felt safe and could have an actual family.
She loved his intelligence and knowledge of the world, his college degree had obviously been earned. The problem was, the diploma wasn't earning it's keep. Dave applied for jobs and was consistently turned down or worse, ignored. It had made him morose and apathetic to job hunting. He had seemed like he could have had any job in the world when they met but he had settled for being a delivery driver.
Worse, he was arrogant and thought he knew everything. He hated her parents and didn't bother to hide it, which hurt her since they just wanted to give him love. They were a Christian family, one of the last true one's that didn't believe that all you had to do was love everyone. There was definite right and wrong in the world and Dave's elitist morality burned her parents. Her mother taught that homosexuality was a sin, abortion was straight up murder and wanted to ban Muslims from entering the country.
That's why no one could know that she'd been fucking her co-worker, Joe. Dave was intelligent and well read but had spent too much time in a classroom and not enough time living. If he got any more up his own ass he'd disappear. Joe liked to ramble about his life philosophies, earned by a lifetime of shitty luck. He had blue collar common sense, which reminded her of her upbringing. Her dad was a prick but he was good at working with his hands and Dave was not. Joe was the best of both her husband and her father.
It was a short drive from Joe's mother's apartment to her home and he arrived quickly. He even looked like a bigger version of her husband. Heavy in the face and more dominant but with the same dark hair and beard. Dave could be Joe, if only he weren't so froo froo.
Joe strode into the house confidently. He was soon smacking Mary's ass and she laughed and squealed as she ran from him. She taunted him by staying just ahead of him, leading him to the bedroom. She had already stripped off her shirt by the time he followed her to the bedroom, and she gently swayed back and forth, a smile on her face. "Come fuck me," she invited.
***
Joe was familiar with the house, he had been there several times. Mary had once invited him and the rest of her co-workers to a Halloween party. They had snuck away and he pressed her against the washing machine in the laundry room downstairs while Dave made small talk with the guests. Another co-worker was sent to stand upstairs to chat with Dave if he got too close to the stairway. They looked at each other in alarm when they heard Dave chatting at the stairs and only relaxed after they heard footsteps move away. They looked at each other and smiled, laughing quietly.
"Let's not let things get that close again," she said. She pushed him away and jumped off of the washing machine. "C'mon, you're changing your mind?" Joe asked, disappointed.
"Mm mm," she said, shaking her head with a girlish smile. She kneeled down in front of him and immediately unzipped his pants. She took his cock out of his pants and began sucking, before he was even hard. The lack of hesitation surprised and satisfied Joe, as did her rapid head movements and handwork. He thrust against her mouth, grunting quietly as he got close. It was a quick and dirty blowjob, practical and intense. As she felt his cock harden in her mouth and his breathing intensify, she dodged her head as his load hit the machine behind her.
Joe had also once spent the night in the downstairs living room after a game night with their friends. Dave had played with them but went to bed early. He was fine with her friends spending the night but it was the fact that she stayed there with Joe that made him uncomfortable. He knew that Mary and Joe were good friends, they texted each other often. She always said she was helping him with personal things, which played into his screwed up life. Still, she didn't come to bed that night.
Dave blew the thought off. Mary's father had been a cheater and she hated him for it. He knew the hurt and betrayal that it had caused her family. Besides, she was a good Christian girl that had gone to a Christian high school. Her marriage vows were sacred. Still. He knew how much she liked to have sex with the risk of getting caught and there were places to hide downstairs that weren't too out of the way from the others. "Trust is essential to a marriage," he told himself as he lay awake in bed, alone.
Mary and Joe were co-workers and their affair was an open secret with the other employees. They worked alone at night, with only the occasional customer coming in to look for parts. It was so fucking boring, so she and Joe talked about their love of anime, video games and Dungeons and Dragons. Dave wasn't into that, it was beneath him. He preferred to post news stories about politics and talk about how vile Republicans are.
While Dave was obsessing over the state of the world, Joe was relating to Mary to story of his life. Deadbeat father, poor mother and her string of loser boyfriends. Mary listened, comforted him, reassured him that he was a good person. Joe was soon sitting on the boss's swivel chair and Mary had undressed from the waist down. She hesitated to take off her shirt and show her fat titties, but took off her bra and tossed it away. It was one last once piece of privacy that she had, the last bit of modesty. She was married after all and keeping one bit of herself from Joe seemed fair to Dave. All that she really needed to use was her pussy anyway.
