Rupert touched Clarisse's heaving creamy breast, her liquid violet eyes fluttered at the touch of his strong masculine fingers on her erect strawberry nipple.
"Milk!"
"Sorry?"
Marie looked up at Dave, putting down the erotic romance novel she was reading.
"DO–WE-HAVE-ANY-GODDAMN-MILK?" he bellowed.
"I think...... in the fridge."
She jumped to her feet, running to the refrigerator and searched for milk. Please, please let there be some in there, but she realised with a sinking feeling that she had forgotten to go to the store. Again.
"I could go next door and see..." she tried to say, but it was too late. Dave had woken up that morning, tired from work, hung over from beers with his buddies and just itching for a fight.
"Jesus!" he bellowed again.
"All you have to do around here is cook and clean, and you can't even get that right."
He looked at her in disgust.
"I don't even know why I married you. Oh that's right- to have kids- except you can't do that, either. I'm going to work!"
He flung the empty milk bottle at the sink; it skidded across the bench and into a pile of dishes, sending a cup crashing to the floor.
"Get this place cleaned up," he barked and strode out of the kitchen pulling on a jacket and picking up the car keys.
Marie took a deep breath.
"I need the car to get groceries."
"Too bad. I'll drop you there; you can get the bus home. Maybe next time you'll remember to do the shopping BEFORE you run out of stuff!"
Marie was grateful for the silence as they drove to the supermarket. Usually there was nothing Dave enjoyed more than needling her until she felt the need to defend herself, so he could feel justified in belittling her. Then, of course, he would blame the argument on Marie, so to keep the peace she would apologise for a fight that wasn't her fault. He dropped her at the store, without a kiss or wave or even a glance goodbye as she walked into the market. She picked up some milk, suddenly remembering it was Friday. Friday night, Dave expected his four minutes of sex. Marie always joked to her sister that while sex with Dave might be unpleasant, at least it was over quickly.
She could make that chicken casserole he liked, and if he ate too much and had a few beers, he might fall asleep in his chair and not come to bed till late. She picked up some bread, chicken thighs, and a dozen of his favourite beer and headed for the cashier.
The guy at the register was flirting with the female customer in front of her. She was only a couple of years younger than Marie, but they might as well have been from different planets. The woman was dressed in a light spring dress, floral, short and sexy. Marie was suddenly conscious of her sweatpants and heavy shirt, the kind of outfit she wore to hide her figure. It drove Dave crazy when other men looked at her, so wearing baggy, frumpy clothes had put an end to any admiring glances.
"Hi, how are you today?" Marie asked the cashier, smiling at him and making her voice pleasant, and she hoped, slightly sexy.
"Yeah, $21.95." he replied, not even looking up.
She blushed, feeling foolish at her failed attempt at flirtation, and grabbed her purchases, fleeing down the street to the bus stop.
Marie caught the number eleven bus home, and sat staring aimlessly at the passing scenery. The bus stopped opposite a store window and saw her reflection. Early thirties, brown hair, brown eyes. The female equivalent of a sparrow. Reasonably large breasts, slightly past their best, like overripe pears, but still attractive, under the clothes, at least. She looked away from the window, and down at the grocery bags at her feet. What if one day she went to the market and someone noticed her. A loving, caring man, who was kind and generous and...well...she smiled to herself... good in bed. A man who would whisk her away from this drudgery. She laughed aloud, causing a man on the other side of the bus to frown in her direction. Life wasn't like that. No good deed goes unpunished, as her mother always said. She had married Dave simply to get away from her overbearing, controlling parents and he was the only man who had ever shown an interest in her. An only child whose parents died when he was young, he seemed lonely, and she felt sorry for him. She had thought, way back then, that they could make a happy home of their own together.
She arrived home and spent the rest of the day cleaning and cooking. When Dave returned from work, he showered, and they ate dinner, once again largely in silence. He went into the living room, slumped down in his lounge chair and flipped on the TV, cracking open his fourth can of beer. Marie loaded the dishwasher, staring out of the window. She finished cleaning up and went to bed, taking her novel with her.
"Night Dave," she called.
"Yeah," he grunted back at her.
She lay in bed, reading for a while. Rupert was about to bury his head between Clarissa's creamy, alabaster thighs when Dave lumbered into the bedroom, stretching, letting out a long belch. He undressed, his heavy weight making the cheap mattress sag. He left his thick woolen socks on and got into bed.
"Go to sleep!" she silently begged. She held her breath, until she felt his large hand roughly slide around to her breast where his fingers latch on to a nipple tugging roughly at it.
"Hey," he said softly. Then louder.
"Hey!"
"Nnmmmmm," she moaned, trying to sound half asleep.
"Roll over."
She hesitated for a second, hoping he would give up and go to sleep, but he pulled her over towards him and she could feel his erect penis on her thigh.
"Open up!" he grinned and his sour beer breath rasped at her.
She opened her legs slightly and he shoved his fingers down and into her.
"Dry as the fucking desert down there, you're getting old!"
He laughed.
"Suck me."
She sighed, rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor. It was easier to give in than have another argument.
He held his cock in one hand and shoved it without ceremony at her mouth. She began licking and sucking, sliding it along one side of her cheek so that I didn't gag, he smelled of stale sweat, and she closed her eyes as she sucked him, trying to imagine herself somewhere else. Her hands stroked the base of his shaft, so he wouldn't try to force more of himself into her mouth, but he gripped her head painfully on both sides as she sucked, and she gagged and choked on his thrusting cock.
"Yeah baby suck it, yeah you fucking love that don't you bitch?"
He roughly pulled her to her feet and pushed her down on to the mattress, shoving his cock inside her, and began humping away.
"Mmmm yeah baby you love my big dick don't you?"
