Mature Pt 01

A little different writing style, each participant is telling the story from their perspective.

*** Keira narrating ***

I'm Keira, Elliot is my husband, he's currently unemployed, most of which he's been on the couch gaming, not looking for work. My income doesn't cover our expenses,

I'm infuriated at his lackadaisical attitude, I feel he doesn't care; we've had some highly heated arguments over the past couple weeks.

It is Friday, I'm on my way home from work on a packed bus, I had a tough day, I'm tired, I'm hangry, I want my shoes and bra off; I want a cold beer and a warm tub to soak in while toking some good weed.

Chantelle, my co-worker and good friend's voice in my head, 'he doesn't deserve another chance, he won't change, you deserve to be happy, leave him. You can stay with me.'

Against my best friend's advice, I'm giving Eliott another chance. Our marriage has been on the decline for months and Elliot doesn't seem to care. I know he's a good man, if he just got some ambition, got a job, things would be better.

I pause outside the door; I hear the TV blaring his war game, I expect to see Elliot in sweats or his gitch, slouched on the sofa, controller in his hand. Elliot is 5 weeks unemployed, most of which he's been on the couch gaming, he hasn't been looking for work; our bills are all in past due status. Rent is due Monday; payday isn't until Wednesday.

I have my hand on the doorknob, I repeat to myself; I promised myself I'd try extra hard to avoid fighting this weekend; I am going to give 110% effort into having a calm, rational relationship discussion in hopes he'll realize he needs to change and most important, I'll make sure he understands it's imperative he finds employment.

I inhaled deeply, opened the door, kicked off my heels before the door was closed. I turned, with the intentions of giving him an intimate kiss and share I was going the have a bath.

As expected, he was on the sofa in only his briefs, I wasn't expecting to see a new big screen TV, the large box and a bizarre amount of packaging scattered across the room making it nearly impossible to navigate very far past the door.

A new large screen TV, a purchase I knew nothing about.

I'm instantly upset, raging mad, but biting my tongue, staying true to my 'no fighting promise' I calmly ask, "did you win this, hit the lottery? Please tell me you didn't buy this." I negotiate my way past the packing debris; besides his bare feet there is 3 empty beer bottles a half-eaten bowl of cereal, a carton of milk, the cereal box, and a new bag of weed and a couple tiny roaches in an ashtray on the coffee table.

Frantically handling the game controller, totally focused on his war game, not looking at me, "I got a great deal with low payments."

Taking my time, still remaining calm. "Elliot, our other TV works just fine."

Elliot, makes a quick movement leaning sideways, raising the controller, "Ha, got 'em," his body rocks forward, "this one is bigger."

Oh, if there ever was a straw that broke the camel's back, that might have been it. That infuriated me to a bursting point, my voice raised, "Eliott," I catch myself, take a deep breath trying to maintain a calm composure, slowly, enunciating my words, "The other one works fine," fuming inside I take another deep breath, struggling not to scream at him, "We didn't discuss this, you can't pay for it, you don't have a job. I inhale deeply, "You decided without asking me. My income doesn't cover our expenses, let alone another payment." Walking over the large cardboard box to the sofa I pick up a joint, fire it up, take a long toke, blow a few small smoke rings. I assertively say "Elliot, do you really think we need a 'bigger one'?"

I can see he doesn't care, he continues twisting and squirming as he fights a fictitious war.

His nonresponse spoke volumes, he was intently focused on his game, uncaring I'm talking to him, which infuriated me even more

Mumbling to myself; Fuck it, so much for no fighting this weekend; unless I totally ignore this and just say 'oh dear how wonderful, you financed a big TV'

I take a longer drag, close my eyes, the weed isn't calming me.

He sits around in his gitch, playing games while I work my ass off struggling to pay bills. I want to throw the TV game and him out on the street.

Trying extremely hard not to scream, struggling to control my temper "so, even though the older one functions well, you spend money we don't have because" I pause and add sarcastically "it's just bigger?" I kick some packing stuff. "You decide we needed a bigger one." He gives no indication of hearing me. What can I do to wake him up to reality? I really want to smash the large screen over his head.

I finish the roach, sitting on the arm of the sofa bouncing my right leg like dad used to give me a horsey ride when I was young, I light another joint, the first didn't calm me, I still want to hurt him.

I'm raging mad, I stand with a devilish grin, slowly move to him, holding the weed for him to take, as he puts it to his lips, I rap my knuckles in his crotch, maybe harder than a wife should, but I'm really pissed off. He gasps, smoke spews as he bends forward, dropping the controller, grabbing his jewels.

I get right in his face, "Our other TV does everything it should and yet you without any discussion, decided to replace it." I stand, "Your dick doesn't do much lately, so, I guess I don't need your permission to bring home a bigger one." I glare at him "Shouldn't be difficult, yours certainly isn't anything special." I take the joint and head to the kitchen, getting 2 cold beers from the fridge.

Fight started.

He hollers at me loudly "you bought $160 shoes without asking, then made me take BP and J sandwiches to work for 2 months."

I stop spin around, "I did, but that was because your lazy ass wasn't making enough to pay our basic bills. I needed shoes because I got a job, I got a job because we needed more income," I finish the roach, drop it in an ashtray.

"Now, you don't have a job, you sit on your ass playing games like a spoiled child."

"You need a job." I took a large swig of beer. "We don't need a TV."

I'm done, I turn to leave, I'm not going to lower myself to his childish level and fight.

I add, sarcastically, "You got a bigger TV to make you happy, guess I'll get myself a bigger dick to make me happier." I finish my beer drop the empty on the floor and stomp to the bathroom to I draw myself a bath.

Elliot follows me, attempting to apologize, "I'm sorry Keira, I'll make it up to you."

"How Elliot, how? Rob a bank, go to jail, huh? That's how you'll make it up, are you returning the TV tomorrow, are you getting a job tomorrow, HUH?" I'm adjusting the bath taps. "That's over a thousand dollars and we don't need it... you can't pay for it; you don't have a job... I can't afford our current bills, and you add more."

He sheepishly, quietly says. "Not sure how, but I'll think of something."

"You do that." I push him out the door, lock it. Soaking for at least an hour, adding hot water as needed. The soaking, the weed and beer have my eyes heavy, I decide to go to bed, my skin wrinkled, I get out, briskly towel off. On my way to bed, I look to the living room, Elliot's sitting forward on the edge of the couch, fully engaged in his game.

I fall asleep seriously pondering packing my bags tomorrow and leaving.

It's shortly after 11 am when I awaken, alone in bed. I don a flowery cotton summer dress, entering the living room I see Elliot is asleep, slouched in the corner of the sofa, controller in hand, game paused, he fell asleep playing.

Shaking my head, I grab my purse, whispering to no one, "I'm starving, I didn't eat anything last night. Well, seeing as how money isn't a concern to Elliot, I'm going to treat myself to a delicious brunch at the bistro."

It's only a couple blocks, I leisurely walk, enjoying the warm sun. As I arrive at the entrance Elliot parks my car, I enter the bistro, Elliot catches up to me.

"Only order what you can pay for, I'm not buying you anything."

The hostess leads me to a vacant table for two on the patio, Elliot said something, but I ignore him as he sat across from me.

There's an older couple, Latino I suspect at the next table, both elegantly dressed. He's wearing a white suit, pale blue shirt couple buttons undone showing his black chest hair. A handsome face, thick black hair, trimmed silver sideburns, I'd place him beyond 50. She's tougher to identify, her round face, boyish short black hair, she could also be 50, but I'm thinking 30's; she has a spectacular body. Nice full bust, a snug, form hugging white minidress, minimal make-up, enhancing her natural beauty, well-manicured nails, diamond drop earrings and matching necklace, 2 huge diamond rings, but neither on her marriage finger.

I scan the menu, as coffee is poured. "I'd like the blueberry waffles please." Elliot shakes his head, and she takes our menus. I return my gaze to the woman's gorgeous legs. Her short hemline barely below her ass cheek.

***** Bernadette narrating *****

Carlos and I are sitting at an outdoor table at a quaint bistro, it's a bright, warm sunny day, we stopped for a delightful brunch. We are done eating, relaxed, enjoying a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. We were discussing dining at the club tonight or going home for BBQ souvlaki and shrimp.

A good-looking couple mid 20's arrives to be seated at the table next to ours; she smiles, making eye contact as she takes the seat across from him. I don't disguise my eyes scanning every inch of her exquisite form, she notices and as I'd hoped doesn't react negatively, she's 5'6" ish, great body in loose fitting, brightly colored flowered summer frock. Gorgeous thick mane of long red hair, curly ringlets cascade to below her voluptuous 36C breasts, possibly her best asset. I'd certainly enjoy a much closer inspection, as they seem to be screaming to me, demanding further scrutiny. Our eyes meet as we're obviously checking each other out; bright, sparkling blue, mesmerizing eyes. Alabaster skin; especially her smooth almost entirely visible legs. This gal exudes sexuality, she could easily be a model or a celebrity.

He's handsome as well, near 6', physically fit, steel blue eyes, thick, brown hair, a 2 maybe 3-day sexy shadow beard, tight jeans with an adequate bulge and a casual light grey button up shirt with the top couple buttons undone showing a sparse amount of soft chest hair.

I look back to, she shifts slightly displaying her long lithe legs, leaving me to surmise she might be into women. Her partner is almost as close to my right as Carlos is across from me.

I detect a vibe of contention between them, likely the de-escalating remnants of an argument, or the about to explode preliminaries; definitely the silent treatment stage, some festering resentment, exchanging shooting darts from their scowls. Some smoldering issue definitely not resolved; one spiteful word could be a splash of fuel, and the glowing embers flare up again, roaring back to life.

The young couple hasn't spoken, she silently eats.

She twists again, facing more directly toward me, her knees begin waving, as if she might need to pee, or uninhibitedly airing her pussy. Her light summer dress has risen, and I wonder if she's unaware her thighs are widening enough that I notice she's bare bottomed; or is she intentionally teasing me? I peer intently at her reappearing nether region; noticing she has a neatly trimmed crimson bush. The carpet does match the drapes. Her movements may not be entirely innocent as I notice a mischievous grin appear as she slyly glances my way. An occasional sultry look, a slow, seductive lick of her lips, I sense a vibe of erotism, it sure seems she's silently flirting with me; women's intuition, a girl just knows.

I reach across with my right foot and tap Carlos's leg, then gesture with my head and eyes towards the ravenous redhead. He understands, gives the young gal a good onceover, then with a knowing smile, winks and nods to me.

I finish my wine and as I catch the gal's eye, more mouthing the word than actually speaking it, I quietly say, "Bathroom" as I stand, setting my napkin down, I do a head gesture for her to follow me.

*** Keira narrating ***

This sexy older woman is obviously checking me out. I'm feeling frisky, maybe because of my marital problems, maybe because she seems so interested, but I'm quite attracted to her, mostly because it's been too long since I tasted pussy.

I purposely tease the woman as I enjoy my waffle; I've been silently flirting with her since I arrived. After I'm finished eating, she invites me to the restroom; is she going to make a move? Or should I? I've never picked up a woman before. I follow her, hoping, prepared to accept a little lesbian liaison, anticipating a steamy tryst against a bathroom sink or in a stall.

I follow close behind, I'm really turned on, my eyes riveted to her swaying ass, damn she's got a great body, from behind she could pass as a 20-year-old, nice round ass, smooth legs. The lady holds the restroom door open "I'm Bernadette, my boyfriend is Carlos."

I enter, my right arm giving an accidental (on purpose) boob graze, "I'm Keira, my husband is Elliot."

Bernadette has a beaming smile as she releases the door and heads toward a stall; casually lifting her dress a couple steps before entering the stall, holding it around her waist, no panties, displaying her naked ass. I can't help but stare, smooth olive skin, nice firm round buns, muscular sculpted legs.

"Nice for 56, eh?" Bernadette glances back over her shoulder, wriggling her bare butt.

"Wow, 56; yes, damn nice." OK, she isn't 20, so what if her stomach skin is a bit looser, she's not a centerfold gal, but damn she's frikkin hot; I hope I look anywhere near that good when I'm past 50. I can't wait to bury my face in there.

Bernadette's definitely uninhibited; holding her dress hiked above her waist she leaves the stall door open, she turns to face me, her legs apart, she pauses, as if for me to have a good view before she sits.

She has very dark, thick, wavy labia hanging low, protruding at least an inch below her shiny, smooth, likely waxed, puffy mons pubis.

I got a fiery twinge in my belly, our earlier flirting glances, and now her boldness, has stirred me.

Ok, my doubts vanish, this is an invitation to play.

I imagine sucking those large lips into my mouth and licking the edges with my tongue.

Bernadette keeps her knees wide, and the tinkle of her peeing has me mesmerized.

This obscene moment makes my tummy fluttering intensify, I'm entranced, my loins tingle and my mind flashes to last month when I caught Elliot watching lewd lesbian porn; he insisted I join him. I had a great orgasm that night, recalling my ex-girlfriend, I guess that was his agenda. I'm feeling that way now and can visualize us getting it on.

I'm bewitched? Unable to look away, it's like a hypnotic trance, I'm mesmerized, my mind spinning, my pussy oozing, my nipples harden, imagining what might transpire next. Should I make a move? Lift my dress, show her I'm ready?

No let her lead, I did my part, she knows I'm interested.

"Keira, I'll be blunt, I'm old enough to have gathered much wisdom; too old to waste time beating around the bush." She pulls a bunch of tissue from the roll, bunches it up... peers directly at me. "I sense, some deep dissension between you and your husband; is this normal behavior for you as a couple or is it something new?"

Here's a woman old enough be my mom, maybe even my grandma, unconcerned a young stranger is a couple feet away watching her pee; and I'm accepting it, even enjoying it as I'm actually very sexually attracted to her, and she wants to discuss my husband.

As she wipes her bottom, "In 34 years, Carlos and I haven't been at odds like you two seem to be." She tugs more tissue and wipes again, possibly a bit more rubbing than wiping.

I guess I feel close enough to this stranger to share. "We've been fighting a lot; our marriage is currently facing significant challenges; I intend to leave him." I step away as Bernadette stands, releasing her dress, she flushes.

"Yesterday we had another huge fight; he's unemployed, yet he bought a big screen TV without discussing it with me; there's nothing wrong with our old one."

Bernadette steps out of the stall. "Is that the real reason, or the latest reason?"

"Well, fighting has become more frequent; it seems we irritate each other with something trivial at least twice a week, mainly his apathy to me and working, lazing around playing video games all day and much of the night."

Bernadette moves to the sink. "I think I know what's really wrong with your relationship."

I lean against the counter, slightly disappointed as she's being maternal, not promiscuous. She seems to be here to offer marital advice because of our argument, not for the reason I followed her in here for.

I guess I read her wrong, I thought I aroused her, but maybe she is just uninhibited; much more relaxed, I might as well hear her wisdom.

Bernadette's washing her hands, looking at herself in the mirror, I lean back, my bum and hands on the edge of the counter, and say, "Ok, what's wrong, how can you help." I'm waiting for those words of wisdom that might magically restore our relationship to that blissful euphoria I thought our marriage would be at this juncture.

She flicks her hands, then reaches for the paper towels. "You guys are simply pushing each other's buttons, triggering negativity, lashing out at petty things." Bernadette speaks softly, almost like she's talking to herself, not me. "You are avoiding the underlying elephant in the room." She tosses the paper towels in the trash.

"You can blame it on finances, stress, attitude, whatever... I'm not a psychiatrist, but years of wisdom has taught me good sex solves most marital problems." She peered at me, "I knew you were sexually unsatisfied the moment you sat down." She turns, locking eyes, in a nurturing, comforting voice. "I'll bet you and Elliot haven't had intimate intercourse for months, maybe more. Am I right?"

I nod, lowering my head, not wanting to look her in the eye.

"Keira, do you remember the last time you had passionate sex, shared simultaneous orgasms?" She waited, I knew she wanted me to respond.

"A couple months ago I watched porn with him, we had great sex that night on the sofa watching that."

Bernadette took my hands, "Aha, you both relaxed, the porn was an aphrodisiac, sexually arousing you both, no expectations, you had passionate sex." She went on "have you ever experienced explosive orgasms?" She leans forward, squinting her eyes, "I mean the toe curling, leg quivering, fireworks exploding in your mind's eye, take your breath away, deep sighing, body shaking, type of climax?"

I am hesitant to respond, I know what she means, and I have experienced a much milder version of what she's describing, but I must admit my orgasms seem weak to what I think she's describing. I sheepishly murmur "Well I'm not sure..."

Interrupting, she cuts me off, "Keira, everyone needs those intense orgasms at least a couple times a month to release stress." Bernadette leans to me, her leg presses between mine, her thigh touching my crotch. Her hands on either side of my hips. "You deserve regular intimacy 3 or 4 times a week, if not sex at least a passionate make out session, intimate cuddling and caressing, to keep the blood flowing properly; even if it requires masturbating to get yourself satisfied."

Bernadette pauses a very serious gaze "You do masturbate, don't you?"

I nod, expecting her to ask how often.

Bernadette gets right in my face, almost kissing me, I feel her warm breath on my face, her thigh against my pussy. She gives me a soul-searching stare. "Do you and Elliot play?"