---- I'm branching out. I have a much longer format story in mind. I am also playing with a whole "As I Lay Dying," thing that I'm worried might be confusing. We will see how it progresses.
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Nicole
Four
Something was wrong with him. I only knew something was wrong because it had struck me how long it had been since he had asked me what was wrong. He tended to quiz me daily about what was upsetting me. Edward was always worried about how everyone was feeling. His sexual issues aside it was really the only thing he did that annoyed me. He had this idea that we all needed to be happy with each other all the time and that if we weren't, there should be some sort of discussion about it.
It was only 8:00 and he had already gone to bed. The boy's weren't even home yet. I turned off the television and joined him. He wasn't reading and he wasn't watching TV. I slipped out of my T-shirt and shorts and climbed in beside him.
I expected to feel his hand on my shoulder. I think it was fairly obvious, what could be a clearer signal that I was open to sex than to come to bed naked. He stirred but he didn't approach me. I have always been blessed when it came to going to sleep. Even after a cup of coffee I can lie down, close my eyes, and sleep. I was irritated when I found myself lying beside him wondering what was wrong. He wasn't going into the office lately. He was barely getting dressed. I would come home and he would be in nothing but a T-Shirt and a pair of shorts he would wear to do chores on weekends.
I was cranky the next morning. I had wanted to get laid and didn't. I wanted to sleep and didn't. I showered, dressed, and fought my hair until it was presentable. He just pulled the quilt up over his head. I made the boys lunch and kicked them out the door. I fed the dog. I fed the fish. I heard him talking a piss when it was time to leave. I didn't feel like dealing with him. I left.
Somehow Ed made ten times what I did. It was the same at the bank. The loan officers did nothing all day. They would go to lunch and not come back for hours. They were "making calls." It was no different than high school when the boys on the football team would fuck around all day and skip class and no one cared. It was no different than it was back when we both worked in a branch together. He could strut around doing what he wanted while I actually got the work done.
I found him irresistible back then. I guess I liked the arrogance. Now it was getting old.
There was one of those little Toyotas in front of me all the way down 5th Street. If the driver had nothing to do, why were they out driving around while normal people needed to be at work.
I passed Mack's Supermarket. Briefly I thought of stopping. I could get a coffee and see if he was around. It brought back images of being bent over the bathroom counter, my shorts on the floor, his cock, thick as a fucking tree trunk splitting me open from behind. I shook the thought loose with a blast of my horn. The fucking Toyota actually slowed down.
It was one of those mornings. The elderly were in line from the time the doors opened. Why they still had to get paper checks I didn't know. They killed my ATT. That is my average transaction time. I had made the argument, ever since taking the operations manager position, that it wasn't fair to measure me against the third of the month. The elderly were an aberration. The regional manager suggested I think out of the box. I should find a way to make it up the rest of the month. I had pointed out how that would be against the process manual; there was a minimum transaction time as well. She didn't care. I just don't think she wanted to give me a full quarterly bonus. It's not like the bonuses were huge. I mean each one was half of what Ed brought home on the last day of every month. They were nothing compared to what the loan officers made.
Travis is a loan officer. He was being annoying. He wanted to get lunch.
I had made the mistake of taking up with Travis shortly after I started. He was hot, I'll give you that. He was younger. When he said he wanted to get lunch what he meant was hit the gym, workout for twenty minutes or so, and then slip into the sauna. No one used the sauna. He was quick about it and he was reasonably good at it. I liked his legs. Travis didn't skip "legs days."
The archdioceses across the street brought in three deposit bags. I had forgotten about the festival. Father Thomas waited in line with the other old biddies. He stepped to the window at 11:22 with three bags of ones and fives. He was still at the window at 11:44. Fuck it.
Travis watched me walk out the door with my gym bag. He followed close behind me.
The gym is right across the atrium from the branch. It was a short walk. I changed into my cheer shorts and a sports bra. I had a T-shirt to wear but I skipped it. It wasn't the kind of workout.
I don't normally use free weights. My workout is typically a class. They have some Pilates type classes I prefer. I don't like having to come up with my own routine. Travis is a good trainer though. He pushes me. We were only in the weight room for thirty minutes and my arms were aching. I maxed out on shoulder lifts. I just couldn't get my arms over my head anymore.
"Ready?" he asked. I panted and nodded.
The sauna has a door from each locker room. As usual, there was no one there when I slipped in wrapped in a towel. We had learned the corner was the best. I sat down spreading my towel across the bench. I leaned back, my arms spread across the second bench. I waited modestly with my legs crossed. When the door opened and the tall man with broad shoulders entered I spread my legs.
I wished for a moment I had prepared better this morning.
He leaned over me. His chest was immense. He kissed me once. It was firm and he pressed my head back against the cedar. I reached out to him and felt his cock. He was hard already. I pulled it towards my open cunt.
Yes. I use the C word. "You gonna fuck my tight little cunt right?" I asked him.
He growled.
Really, if he wasn't talking about small business loans or the proper technique for doing a dead lift he expressed himself with grunt.
He didn't split me open like Mack. Mack is singularly gifted when it comes to the size of his dick, but I watched his abs as he fucked me. It was beautiful.
I like to touch him. I like to feel the muscles bulge in my hands as he flexes, but he prefers I spread myself out. He said he likes the way I look. He likes the way I just take it.
He was grunting faster. I watched.
Just like going to sleep, I come when I decide to. I let him work for it.
It wasn't too long. I felt his cock twitching. When he came, it was never with much volume. I liked that it wasn't messy. He rolled his head back and I let it happen. It was quick and sharp. I moaned for him.
He puts on a big show right after I come. He hits it harder and faster. It's a little redundant but like I said, I like to watch him do it.
When he pulls out he stands over me proudly.
I slapped his ass as he left. I had a few minutes. I sat letting the sweat pour out of me.
My afternoon was better than my morning. Old people don't go out in the afternoon. The tellers all balanced when we closed out the day. By 5:15 it was just my senior teller and I and we locked the vault and locked the glass doors.
This is going to sound bad. I know that I am coming off as some heartless slut. I'm not really sure how to make you understand.
I was a good wife. I was the most caring and considerate wife you have ever known. I took care of my parents. I was the responsible eldest child. I took care of my husband. Edward was a good husband and a wonderful father. Stuff just happens. I am sure it will all come out eventually but for now, let's just say we share the house, and we raise the kids. He does his thing and I do mine. I think we are just a bad match.
I had resisted this morning but as I passed by the Supermarket on the way home and I saw Mack's oversized red pickup in the parking lot I gave in. I was in a good mood. I thought before I went home and my day went to shit, I would stop and see him.