The virus was dangerous. For most people, it made them very sick. For a sizable number of people, it put them in the hospital for as much as a month, if not longer. For a few, it killed them.
Everybody was on edge, so everybody stayed home. It wasn't so bad. Most employers let people work remotely. If you needed groceries, you could still get them, provided you moved quickly and avoided getting too close to other people. And there was always the internet.
Of course, if you were in a relationship that was on thin ice to begin with, being forced to stay home together 24/7 wasn't so easy. That's where their relationship was. Things hadn't been going well for the better part of a year. There was no cheating, no drugs, no gambling. Just the stupid everyday conflicts that arise between couples, but for some reason, they stopped being able to let things go.
They had been talking about separating or even getting a divorce before the virus hit. Now that they were around each other all the time, everything was that much worse. They snapped at each other constantly. She yelled at him. He talked over her. They couldn't agree on anything, except that things were no longer working between them. And now, they were essentially quarantined, for fear of the virus.
Things were hard for them, but this morning couldn't have started better, at least as far as he was concerned. He woke up slowly, realizing his cock was in her mouth. This was the first blow job she'd given him in months, and he was just beginning to enjoy it.
"Oh God, baby, your mouth feels so good..." he said dreamily.
She lifted her head off his cock.
"You like how that feels?" she said, gently stroking his balls.
"Mmm-hmmm..."
"Good," she said, digging her fingernails into his sack. He yelped in pain. "Why don't you get one of those whores from Pornhub to haul your ashes, you jackass?"
She jumped out of bed and walked out of their bedroom, slamming the door behind her to make her point.
She went into the bathroom and started the water for her shower. She was still angry about what she'd discovered in their browser history. Oh, sure, he had no energy for fucking her. Why would he want to fuck her, when he could jack off to women on the internet, women who would never disagree with him, women who never had a bad day at work, women who didn't care if he talked over them. Women who not only didn't mind anal sex but who actually seemed to enjoy it.
She finished her shower as she realized that she could never compete with the fantasy women on his laptop.
After she left, he laid back, confused and hurt. What the hell was all that about?
He thought about following her, but then realized he wasn't up for another argument, so he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. After a couple of hours, he pulled on fresh boxer shorts and went downstairs.
He found her in the kitchen, chopping up carrots.
"So... what are you doing?" he asked
"I'm chopping carrots."
"I can see that. Why are you chopping carrots?"
"Because I can't cut your dick off."
Fuck this
, he thought.
If we're going to argue, let's just get it out of the way
.
"So how close are you to your period anyway?" he asked.
"Oh, fuck you, asshole! I don't have to have PMS to be mad when someone keeps talking over me!" she yelled, throwing chunks of cut-up carrot at him.
"The only reason I keep talking over you is because you won't shut up!" he yelled back, dodging carrot chunks on his way over to her side of the kitchen.
He towered over her, a full foot taller and well over a hundred pounds heavier. But she was not going to be intimidated. She put down the knife and started to poke into his chest with her finger.
"Listen to me, asshole! I'm going to talk whenever I damn well feel like it-"
He grabbed her face in both of his large hands and kissed her on the mouth. Hard.
She stood there in shock, staring at him. Then, she drew back her hand and slapped him across the face.
He'd had enough. He picked her up and tucked her under his arm while he carried her into the living room. She screamed the whole time.
"PUT ME DOWN ASSHOLE! I MEAN IT! PUT! ME! DOWN! NOW!"
He sat down on the couch, laid her over his lap and pulled down her pants.
"I've had about enough out of you!" he said, as he began to spank her ass, raising his big hand high to administer a truly strong wallop.
"GOD DAMN IT! STOP YOU ASSHOLE!" she screamed, as each blow reddened her ass cheeks.
"Shut up or I'll shut you up!"
"Just fucking try it you bastard!" she yelled, squirming on his lap and not getting anywhere.
He sighed deeply. "I always give a lady what she wants." And with that, he tipped her over his thigh so her head was just touching the floor. He let her arms go, and rather than hit him, she used them to keep herself from falling over. This gave him time to slip her pants further down her legs, so they became tangled in her ankles. She grunted as she struggled for leverage. He held her tight against his thigh, reached between her legs and ripped her panties off. Then, he unceremoniously pulled her back onto his lap and flipped her over. He shoved her ripped panties into her mouth as he pulled her t-shirt over her head, effectively trapping her arms for a moment. He flipped her over again, unhooking her bra as she struggled to get loose of the t-shirt. Once she worked the t-shirt off her arms, he used her bra to bind her wrists together and drew them over her back.
She was
furious
