It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. As Richard Ens ("Dick" to his friends) lay looking up at the water-stained ceiling in a seedy St. Petersburg motel room he mused that, while it may have been the age of wisdom, it was damn sure also the age of foolishness. As the light from the now burgeoning sunrise eclipsed the darkness, he wondered whether there was any spring of hope for the winter of despair that had become his life. It seemed like only a few months ago he had everything before him, but now there was nothing. His feelings went up and down like a yo-yo. One minute he was going direct to heaven and the next direct the other way- in short, his life had changed so much that some of the noisiest ingredients in it insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only. How did we get HERE, he asked himself for maybe the 400th time? In this dump of a place? Seedy it was; named the Rand Motel for no apparent reason, it featured all the amenities a person could want: water beds, in-room jacuzzis, and porn movies on demand. It was certainly no family-style Holiday Inn.
Next to him, sound asleep and exhausted from the evening's activities lay his wife Penelope ("Penney" to her friends at the Garden Club and the Women's League, "Yo Bitch" to her new friends from last night). Her body was naked, except for a pair of outrageous silver platform heels that added at least seven inches to her already tall five foot nine inch frame. Well, maybe naked except for the shoes and the semen from her new friends, which covered most of her body, still wet and sticky to the touch. Even in sleep her face retained a grimace left from one of the many orgasms she had experienced and her Irish-red hair, still waist-length as it was many years ago in college, was also matted together with the cum from her newfound friends.
Dick's eyes wandered over his wife's lithe body, nodding appreciatively despite the ravages that can come from raising 2 kids over 24 years of marriage. Despite her age, Penney still looked good enough...well...to eat. The breast enlargement a few years ago didn't hurt and neither did her daily workouts at a local health club. And, lately, the daily workouts in various beds across the city, he added.
Dick tried to blank his mind out and get some much-needed sleep but the question kept returning to him: How did we get to this? For the answer we'll need to go back a few months.
A Few Months Ago
Dick and Penney Ens had everything a couple could want; a large house in a pricey part of town, three cars in the garage-his, hers and the Hummer he had bought as a weekend "toy", and his career as a successful attorney. Penney's life had been dedicated to being the perfect wife; raising two kids who were now away at distant colleges, keeping an immaculate house, and participating in volunteer projects at local hospitals, shelters and other places. Both had succeeded in their assigned roles. Both were the envy of most other couples that knew them. Both should have had absolutely nothing to worry about-life for them looked not just good; it looked like it was great. And...both knew there was something missing from their lives. But what?
Sex between them was, well, okay. After all, they had borne two kids didn't they? And they made time for sex at least once a week, even if one of them professed having a headache. But, the more she thought about it, the more Penney realized that this might be the thing that had bothered her for some months now. Her lovemaking with Dick was pleasant but it wasn't satisfying, whatever that meant. It wasn't that Dick was unattractive or a poor lover, he was an in-shape 46 years old with a flat stomach and all his hair still intact. And he wasn't bad in the equipment department either. No, it wasn't her husband who was the problem, it was somewhere within her. These feelings may have started during a shopping trip a while back when she noticed a handsome man in his 30's, with a not so subtle bulge in his pants, looking at her. As she returned his stare (including checking out his package) he poked his tongue out and rolled it sensually around his lips. She should have been outraged at such a public display but instead she was aroused. So much so that when she got home that afternoon she took a long, hot bath, massaging her clitoris as she enjoyed the feeling of the warm water on her body. She hadn't done that since her 20's and it felt as good now as it did back then. So good, in fact, that she brought herself to several screaming orgasms. That started a daily ritual of baths followed by masturbation that she looked forward to every day.