Mary was staring at the ceiling, her husband working ever so hard as he thrusted into her. Her arms laid carefully out to her sides, she watched the light reflecting off the fan above them. She focused in, noticing odd shapes and images appear as the blades whirred around. Her husband's grunts and panting played off as background noise to her main focus.
Mary and Eric had known each other since high school. For years they had dated; they attended their high school prom together, Mary dated Eric through college as he received his degree in Business and she worked as a secretary for a law firm. She had enjoyed the idea of being a housewife for many years so things fell into place perfectly after he graduated and they got married. Within a year they had a child, within five more years she had two more. Over the last year however their day to day had become so stagnant that it was bordering on repulsive.
They had sex once a week, on Saturday nights after Eric got home from playing golf with his old college buddies. It was informal, lacked passion and seemed like they were doing nothing more than checking off a box on the 'What To Do When You Are Married' list.
*Shit...I forgot to vacuum the spare bedroom...,* she thought to herself as Eric moaned into her ear.
Eric was conventionally handsome and wasn't a bad guy by any means. He was just under six feet tall, dark hair that was always neatly parted on the side with soft brown eyes and the smile of a car salesman. He got along with everyone he met, a very friendly and amicable man and to her knowledge had never fought or argued over anything.
Mary was still as attractive as she had always been. Mary would often get hit on by men when they went out, shy and innocent she would brush and hold onto Eric. She was naive and repressed, unsure of herself to realize how gorgeous she was. She had blonde hair that she almost always kept up either in braids or a bun, blue eyes and the fairest skin. You would never see her outside the house without having her hair and makeup done, nor did she wear any other footwear other than heels. The perfect housewife was always the image she compared herself to and it was a job she took seriously for many years.
She noticed him lying till for a few seconds before leaning forward, the 'I Just Came' grin was spread across his face. Placing his left knee on the edge of the bed he whipped his right leg around like he was getting off a horse and stepped off the bed. Even in this moment immediately after sex he looked like a dork.
"That was amazing babe...you're so sexy!"
As he turned she contorted her face to align with the emotions she knew he wanted. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips, starting to squirm in the bed she pulled at the sheets. "Oooh baby, you know how to work that cock of yours."
As her sentence ended she held back metaphorical throw up in her mouth thinking about what she had said. *What the fuck? Why did I say that, ugh!,* she thought, beating herself up.
Eric left the bedroom and walked to the bathroom, grabbing his robe and throwing it on before leaving. He left without looking back at her, saying anything or making any gesture of acknowledging she was still there. Just nothing. Mary paused, staring back at the ceiling fan before realizing she could now focus on getting herself off.
Mary closed her eyes, ignoring her current location and jet setting into her own imagination. Taking a deep breath she exhaled, her arms sliding around the messy bed and feeling their soft, silk sheets. The material was high quality, a soft chill held in the fabric from the temperature of the room as she got into the mood.
Her hands began to raise from the bed, her long, manicured nails dancing above her before resting on her breasts. As they made contact her lips parted with a sharp sense of pleasure awakening inside her. Her skin began to crawl with goosebumps, her soft skin was pleasurable for even her to touch. She had enjoyed lying down, snuggling up with her other Mom friends when they watched movies or shared wine and gossiped.
Taking a single nail on her right middle finger she slowly let the tip brush against her nipple. The pleasure began to build, slow eruptions within her body as her pussy became wetter and aroused. Taking her left hand she followed suit; this time her middle finger began to circle around her nipple touching her areola. As her fingernails teased her breasts her waist began to raise off the bed. Her legs twisted and turned, the pleasure coursing through her body racing from top to bottom. As her legs moved her toes started to curl, her body was possessed by the pleasure.
Her mind began to race from fantasy to fantasy as past sexual experiences melted with her own hidden desires. She recalled a time she had sex with Eric in the law office she had worked at while he was in college. Everyone had left for the weekend, overwhelmed with work she stayed to get things done. He came by with dinner, a surprise she loved because of how sweet and caring it was. After a few bites they exchanged kisses before ignoring the food altogether and focusing on their own lust.
With one swift motion Eric had her on top of the desk on her back. Her legs were splayed open as he hiked her skirt up, the bun her hair was in struggling to stay together as she smiled. He was taking her, using her, owning what was his and being the focus of his energy excited her. She felt the heat of his breath against her pussy as his hands clamped on her thighs. Holding her legs in place he softly kissed her slit before playfully flicking his tongue against her clit. Each touch sent shockwaves through her as he bathed her clit in his warm saliva. Her head swiftly rocked side to side as she was pinned to be his meal. He pressed his tongue into her, widening his tongue before slowly slipping it out from her and repeating. She gripped the desk sending papers scattering to the floor.
