"Fuck," Mark groaned in frustration as he rolled off his beautiful wife. "The fuck is wrong with me?"
Brooke stared up at the ceiling, concentrating on a slight imperfection in the drywall in an attempt to hold back tears. She pulled the bedsheet up over herself and tried not to make her disappointment obvious. She knew how much Mark hated being unable to perform.
"Sorry, babe, I don't know what the fuck is happening. It's like my dick just won't work lately." Mark sighed.
Things had changed between them ever since she got pregnant. It had only been a few weeks since she tested positive but ever since then there seemed to be a shift in Mark. He hadn't been able to maintain an erection when they tried to be together and he kept complaining about stomach issues and spending loads of time in the bathroom.
Brooke suspected that he didn't find her attractive anymore now that she was pregnant. Even though she wasn't showing and everyone complimented her on how fit she looked, she must not turn on Mark. He was probably sneaking off to the bathroom to look at other women on his phone to get off.
Brooke let out a long breath and tried to calm herself down. She didn't want Mark to see her upset. The last time this happened, she had cried; she wasn't sure if it was her hormones or what but Mark had denied up and down that he didn't find her attractive. He claimed it was stress due to some big project at work.
"It's okay," Brooke lied. "I know it's frustrating. We'll figure it out."
She heard Mark exhale from next to her, clearly relieved that they wouldn't have a repeat of the fight from a couple of days ago. He leaned over to her side of the bed and planted a lingering kiss on her cheek.
"I love you, you know that right?" Mark looked into her eyes.
"I know," Brooke feigned a smile. "I love you, too."
Outside of the bedroom, everything was normal. Hopefully, this was just something that would pass. Brooke was growing more and more sexually frustrated as time went on. She wasn't sure if it was the pregnancy or what, but she found herself incredibly horny lately.
"I'm going to go take a quick shower, honey," Brooke said. As she sat up, she self-consciously grabbed the sheets to cover her body from Mark's eyes. She didn't want him to see whatever it was that turned him off about her.
Mark suddenly looked pale and grabbed at his stomach. "Ugh, I'm going to go to the bathroom downstairs. I love you, honey. If you get out of the shower and I'm not back up, just head to bed."
Brooke watched as the love of her life speed-walked out of the bedroom like he couldn't control his bowels.
He's probably going to go jerk off to some girl on TikTok.
Now that she was alone, she let the sheet fall to the floor and walked over to their ensuite bathroom. She stood before their full-length mirror, scrutinizing herself for imperfections. She frowned, still not able to see whatever it was that Mark saw.
If anything, she thought she looked great. She was still only a couple of weeks along. Her stomach was still flat and toned. The only major change was that her breasts had grown slightly larger, which she would have thought would drive Mark crazy. There was one other change. She corrected her posture, noticing for the first time that her shoulders were slouched forward. She was used to looking in the mirror and seeing that wild, confident, bold woman staring back at her. Now she just felt low.
Brooke wanted to detach from reality for a few minutes. She started the shower and poked her head out into the bedroom. Mark still wasn't back yet. She quietly locked the bathroom door. After confirming that the water was hot enough, she slid her slender body into the shower and let the warm water wash over her.
She tried distancing herself from her thoughts, trying not to think about how poor their sex lives had grown over the past few weeks. It has suddenly gone from amazing and being all over each other trying for a baby to something that felt awkward and forced. She hadn't even been able to get Mark hard, let alone have sex with him.
She knew she was spiralling and tried to think about some of their great sexual escapades. Brooke's hands lightly caressed her breasts as thoughts of Halloween night drifted into her mind. The events of the night were still fuzzy, but what was clear to her was how fucking amazing the sex with Mark had been that night. How big his cock had felt inside of her, the primal way they had fucked.
Brooke hadn't realized that her hand had drifted down to her clit. She was gently massaging it as she let the water hit her back. She remembered the feeling of the sheets on her face, of her fists balled up as she came, over and over. Mark had held her firmly, he had been strong and rough with her. She'd loved every second of it. She wanted Mark to take her again tonight instead of running off to the bathroom.
God, she wanted to be fucked like that again. To be fucked so good that orgasm after orgasm racked her body with so much pleasure that her brain barely remembered anything else. As Brooke tried to remember more details about that night, the sensory smell of cigarettes entered her mind. It didn't make sense, maybe the scent of someone smoking had gotten on their clothes while they were outside in the backyard. Though all she really recalled from that had been the marijuana.
Brooke pushed the memory of the smell aside and concentrated on the feeling. She felt her hands playing with her clit, increasing its rotations. She felt a small orgasm rising. She thought about the feel of Mark's cock as it had pushed into her at the end, how it had swelled and grown as his cum exploded into her, washing over every inch of her insides, flooding her womb. Where her husband had finally succeeded in knocking her up.
"Mmmmm," Brooke moaned quietly as she came to her touch, "fuck."
As her orgasm subsided, guilt began to creep over Brooke. Here she was chastising her husband for sneaking off the bathroom to get off and she had just done the same thing.
At least I'm thinking about him and not some other person on my cell phone.
Brooke let the hot water wash over her body for another twenty minutes. Her mind was starting to drift. After she dried off and changed into her pajamas, she was disappointed to find that Mark still hadn't returned from the bathroom. She crawled into bed alone and fell asleep.
***
For years Saul had failed to successfully maintain a morning routine. Since the Halloween party, though, he had been vigilant about waking up early and getting to the office. Saul swiped his keycard and, holding his backpack over one shoulder, nodded to the security guard as he entered the building.
For years he had never come to work this early, but now he saw a golden opportunity he couldn't pass up. His heart was beating out of his chest but he maintained a calm walk as he moved through the building. Saul got off the elevator a floor early, to check on the most important component of his plan. He quickly rounded a corner and peeked through the skinny glass window running vertically next to the door to the building's gym. At first, he didn't see what he was looking for but after scanning the mirror on the wall, he smiled to himself.