The suburbs. The tree-lined; the easy life; the air filled with freshly cut grass and your neighbor grilling; the neighbors; the kids and dogs; the very boredom of it all.
Alex and Marie were two of the many. Highschool sweethearts that married at twenty and had they first child, a son, at twenty and a second child, a girl, at twenty-two. The children were the expected two years apart; planned fucking! Now, the kids were fifteen and thirteen and Alex and Marie were just thirty-six.
Alex drove into the city for his office job; Marie did the traditional housewife things: being a taxi driver -- but soon their son would have a permit and could take some of those duties -- and all of the house stuff.
Boredom. The tedium of it all. Marie would send the kids off to school and want to stand in the center of the house and scream at the top of her lungs. She thought better of it realizing that no one would hear -- or care. Hell, all of the other wives wouldn't hear her over their own screaming.
Her salvation was their friends down the street, Rick and Tammy. They'd been friends for several years. They had a lot in common: Rick and Alex worked together and the women loved wine! As was the ritual, Marie heard her kitchen door open at eight-thirty as Tammy let herself in. They shared a cup of coffee and relaxed. The chatter was about their husbands, the kids, activities, schedules and the other things that made the suburbs -- well, at least their suburbs -- unbearably dreary.
"You're all dressed up today," Marie said. "You got something on for today?"
"I'm trying out a new job."
"Great. It'll get you out of the house and you can tell me tales of the work life. So, what's this new job?"
Tammy paused, "I just started and don't want to jink it. If it works out, we can talk. Until then, keep your fingers crossed for me."
"So, when do you have to be there?"
Tammy glanced at her watch, "Hell, I need to go. I need to be there by ten. Later!"
With that Tammy rushed away.
Most days, Tammy now rushed out by nine-thirty leaving Marie even more bored. Maybe she needed a job, they never seemed to have enough money. It was all of the basics and Alex also played poker with the guys. Apparently, he was shit at it as he usually ended the week $200 down. She'd begged him to stop, but he wouldn't. It seemed that cards were just one more thing that Alex was shit at.
The idea of a job didn't really excite her, but getting out of the house sounded really sweet. In true "Gone with the Wind" fashion, she decided to think about it tomorrow.
Marie started the routine: cleaning, grocery shopping, errands to the shops, waiting for the kids to return from school, fixing and cleaning up after dinner and then to bed.
She and Alex hadn't had a good fuck in a couple of days so when she went upstairs, she decided to do her very best. She showered and slipped into a sexy nightgown and spread herself on the bed.
Alex came into the room a few minutes later. He closed and locked the bedroom door, "Don't want the kids to learn too much too fast." He smiled. He dropped his clothes in the floor and crawled into bed. He covered the basics, some kissing with tongue, nipples action, a little finger her clit and them some tongue play on her clit and pussy opening. When he detected her wetness, he moved up and inserted himself and pumped away at her. In a few minutes, he was blasting her with cum and groaning.
When he rolled off of her, Marie said, "Alex, you do that exactly like you did in high school."
"Thanks, babe."
Marie thought to herself, what a dolt, that was not a compliment. She never really had an orgasm with Alex. When they'd wanted kids, he was there and got the job done, but as far as recreational sex, he was shit.
Marie couldn't figure out his issue. She was mid-thirties and still one hell of a sexy woman. Her waist was tiny, she had great breast, a flat abdomen, and nice hips. Alex had drifted off in sleep and she climbed out of the bed and went to the bathroom. She closed the door and turned on the light. She stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. She liked what she saw. She decided that she was pretty and had a killer body. She bet that most of the men in the neighborhood had looked on her as a woman they'd like to fuck. And the chances were good that all of them would be better fuckers than Alex. She took one more look at herself, turned off the light, and went back to bed.
The following morning the routine repeated itself.
The following morning the routine repeated itself.
The following morning the routine repeated itself.
Day-after-day, it was the same. Her morning coffee with Tammy was the highlight of her days. Tammy still wouldn't tell her about the job, but Tammy looked happy in her work.
"Let's have a cookout this weekend," Marie suggested.
"Great idea. Let's say Saturday." The women started to make plans. They decided that they'd do it at Alex and Marie's house and who'd bring what.
By the time Saturday rolled around, the group had grown to four couples and a half dozen teens. Get togethers in the neighborhood tended to grow like this. By one, Alex and Marie's back yard was teaming with people. Everyone was drinking and having fun; Marie was in the kitchen preparing the food that she and the neighbors had provided. Marie was searching for serving spoons when she heard Rick enter the kitchen.
"Anything I can do to help," he asked.
"Just looking for serving spoons. Why people bring dishes of food and nothing to serve them with?"
"We can go down to our house and get some of Tammy's serving pieces. I don't know where they are in the kitchen, but I bet you do. I'll walk with you and tote stuff on the way back. Anything else you need?"
"Actually, a couple of serving bowls for the chips would be good. Come on, earn boy, let's go, everyone is getting hungry."
They walked three doors down to Rick and Tammy's home. Rick unlocked the door and they went in. Entering the kitchen, Marie rummaged around in the drawers for serving spoons. She pointed to a cabinet and told Rick that she thought the bowls would be there. She was right.
Rick saw three and took them out and put them on the counter next to Marie. He moved around behind Marie and gently put his hands on her hips.
"What are you doing," she asked.
"Come on Marie, you know I have the hots for you. You're a very sexy woman."
"Come on, Rick, you've been saying that shit for as long as we've known you."
"No, I'm serious. I really want to fuck you. I think we'd both have a good time. What do you say?"
"I say that if you touched me, Alex would show you his gun collection -- one bullet at a time!"
