Laying there as her husband lay atop of her, for Dana each thrust was more uncomfortable than the last, like Patrick was attacking her internally.
"Hold on honey," she managed to stop him with a hand placed upon his chest, "I need more lube."
"Not a problem," he held still inside her as he leaned over to pick up the bottle on the bedside table. Pumping out two pea-sized portions he began to apply it to her labia forcefully, her cunt still filled with his cock.
Forcing a smile she didn't feel, she chose her words carefully, not wanting to knock her husband's ego.
"I'll need a bit more than that," she faux-giggled before taking the lube and, shuffling so he fell out of her, pumped good-sized portions before moving to start jerking off her husband. Applying it liberally along his long, fat cock with both hands she thought back to when they'd first started dating five years before, when she'd been amazed when she first saw the size of his dick. She'd felt like she'd won the jackpot. Two years into marriage though and the lustre had well and truly worn off.
"Fuck babe," Patrick moaned as she covered him slowly, "that feels good."
"Then put it back in," she replied huskily before laying back down to allow him access, although keeping a hand upon his chiselled chest to prevent him from rushing. She'd had time to get used to his technique and size, but he'd not quite figured out she needed appropriate attention before they made love. Or in his case, fucked her with wild abandon.
As she felt him stretch her out once more she sighed happily. If she could have him go slowly with his ten inches she'd have the world's greatest sex life, but as always, he soon picked up speed and began ramming it in like a teenager. Wincing, she adjusted her position so it became bearable. Thankfully she didn't have long to wait as he let out a yell in her ear, her cunt instantly flooded by what was surely a gallon of cum.
The moment he was done Patrick kissed Dana on the cheek and rolling over to face away from her, quickly went to sleep. Quite used to this, Dana picked up a towel she kept at the side of the bed and used it to keep as much in as possible as she walked to their ensuite toilet, cleaning herself up quickly and quietly. It used to be that she'd take her time in the hope that extended contact with his sperm might lead her to fall pregnant, but time and a lack of success had reduced the hope to mere wishes, and what with her growing disenchantment with her own husband, she wasn't sure it was worth the time.
Dana's own tired eyes stared back at her in the mirror as she cleaned herself up. How long was she going to keep this up? She'd spoken to Patrick countless times about their sex life and, to begin with, he'd been receptive and understanding. Now though, years down the line, he'd got doing the bare minimum down to a tidy routine. Spit on two fingers, slide them inside her, pump for a few seconds and then try stick his cock in.
She'd tried and tried to speak to him about it but it always ended the same way, in a ridiculous argument that always led to her apologising in an attempt to keep the peace. Didn't she know how tired he was after work? Didn't she appreciate that he loved her? Was it his fault that he was gifted with a big, fat cock?
She'd once asked if he knew how tired she was after work to. Didn't he appreciate that she loved him? Was it her fault her cunt wasn't constantly wet and loose? That had started another argument, where he'd called her a 'frigid bitch' and 'ungrateful' for everything he did. That was the one time she hadn't apologised, and he'd eventually 'apologised' in the most backhanded way possible, that he 'was sorry that she'd been emotional.'
Like an idiot, she'd accepted it, but since that day she'd kept a bag packed and a separate bank account. Patrick hated she earned almost as much as him, and she'd never dared to tell him that, since a raise, she now earned more than him. The bright side was that,if she did leave, she knew she'd be fine. The problem was that she loved him, even if he was a fucking arsehole, and she didn't want to throw away their marriage if it could be saved.
As she returned to bed she rolled to face him, wrapping her arms around him tightly as he slept. Eventually falling to sleep, she wanted everything between them to be okay, but she did wonder how long it could take for the other shoe to drop.
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"It's only two nights," Patrick explained the next morning as he finished the breakfast Dana had made for him, "some ridiculous conference. You know what Dave's like, he hasn't told anyone about the hotel we're staying at yet so we'll probably find out when he'd driven us there. I promise I'll text you when I get there."
"No problem," Dana smiled as she cleared up his plate with hers, "I hope you have a great time."
Watching her husband leave, a final kiss on the cheek before he left, she smiled happily and it wasn't for the obvious reason. Time alone? Great but not it. That morning she'd checked to see who'd messaged Patrick's phone while he was in the shower, and before the text faded she saw it was from '<3ginny<3'.
'Hey babe, can't wait for this weekend. I'm gonna...'
Dana hadn't seen the rest of the message as the screen had faded. Even when she unlocked his phone to take a photo of the message, she didn't bother to read the whole thing, as the moment she'd seen the start of the message her whole body had relaxed. This was the chance she had been after for so long, a reason to leave. She knew she should be upset her husband was cheating on her, but now it had happened she realised she didn't actually care. It was like a weight had lifted from her.
Now Patrick had already left for the day, Dana started hers by calling in sick to work. One guilt free lie about dodgy guts later she called her mom.
"Hi Honey," she answered immediately, "this is early, are you okay?"
"No Momma," Dana smiled as she spoke, "it's better than okay. I'm leaving Patrick so if it's okay I'd like to move back in. Can I come over tonight?"
"Shoot," her mother cursed, "of course you can move back in, but you can't tonight. I'm at Granny's, and you don't have a key to let yourself in do you? If you find somewhere else to stay tonight, we'll get you moved back in tomorrow, is that okay?"
Pleased that her Mother had never liked Patrick, Dana agreed and put the phone down. It just meant she was going to have to find a hotel for the night. As her mother lived a three hour drive away it gave her time to find somewhere to stay, although before doing that she decided to finish emptying the house of everything that was hers, just in case Patrick came home and wondered why she wasn't at work.
To her disappointment it didn't take long to do so. As her suitcase of clothes was already packed it was mostly keepsakes and memorabilia from her childhood, fitting easily in her station wagon. As the rest were items chosen by Patrick, she felt they weren't really her things even if she had paid a greater share than him. She also didn't want the memories they brought with them. Better to start all over again.
Booking made, she put away her phone, picked up her bags and headed out of her marital home for the last time. On the table she left a note, its contents reading;
'Patrick, I hope you enjoyed your time with <3ginny<3. I've gone to my mothers. If we can do this like adults, we can split everything fifty/fifty in the divorce. Try to fuck me like you fucked her, and I'll take you for everything. Dana.'
She'd tried to write about how he was shit in bed, how he didn't listen, was manipulative and controlling and generally no longer the man she'd married, but you couldn't reason with the man. A threat to his wallet, however, was something he'd pay attention to.
As she left the house, knowing she was going to live in her momma's house for the first time in almost five years, as well as returning to the town she'd grown up in, well, it wasn't as weird as she thought it'd be. As her job was remote it made things easier, and as she thought about it she started thinking about the places she used to hang out, the bars she frequented even before she was legal.
Remembering her old town, she realised that she was finally a grown up with her own money, so looking it up to make sure it still existed, she decided to book herself into the fanciest hotel in town. Hell, she'd always envied anyone who got to sleep there, but despite visiting for parties and events she'd never stayed the night, so here was an opportunity to live vicariously, and why the fuck not? The restaurant was even where she'd gone on a first date, although her beau could only afford the cheapest meals on the menu she'd appreciated the effort.
As she thought about it, she went bright red, realising that the first blowjob she'd ever given was after that date, hiding in a corner of the parking lot in his tiny car. It hadn't been comfortable, but it hadn't taken long either, so over all it had been a pretty great date.
As she drove away, she didn't look back. There was nothing she was going to miss.
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Pulling into the hotels parking lot, Dana remained as impressed now as she had been as a kid. It was like looking at an old English Manor. The website had informed her it had been built in the twenties in the 'Regency Style', whatever the fuck that was. All she knew was she thought it was beautiful.
Walking in with only a small bag, she gasped at the marble interior. It was even better than she remembered although as she stared, she heard a cough coming from the counter.
"Sorry," she blushed, turning to face a clearly bored woman in her forties, although she clearly tried to look younger, "it's just, it's such a stunning building."
