"I fucking hate you!" Jackie spit out those words and then stormed up the stairs. She got to the top of the staircase and turned left into the master bedroom. She was stamping her feet like a two year old but she didn't care. She pulled out four dresses and within a few minutes had chosen a stunning silver dress with matching high heels. Her dark hair was in a ponytail and as she pulled out the elastic, her hair fell gracefully around her shoulders.
"Stop being stupid!" Sean had followed her up the stairs and stood at the doorway of their lavish bedroom. The room was so large that the king size bed looked tiny sitting in the middle of the room. The fireplace was going and it created a warm glow.
"Shut up. You try to control me all the time. I'm going out!" Jackie screamed those words loudly and then made her way down the spiral staircase. Sean followed huffing and puffing, trying to think of a reply.
"I just asked if you were going to be home tonight. Fuck! We're married remember. I wanted to know if I could watch the hockey game in peace."
Sean watched as his wife grabbed her car keys and her purse. He was thankful that their house was so large that the two kids would not hear any sounds of their argument. He hated how neurotic and moody she had become lately and this was just the latest stupidity of an argument.
"I'm going out."
Sean watched helplessly as Jackie left the house and walked the short distance to the three-car garage. He wasn't going to go after her. It wasn't worth it. He hoped she would come home tonight at least. The last time she did this she didn't come home until the morning and he was thankful that she snuck in the back entrance. Their children did not need to see their mother looking the way she did.
Jackie slid effortlessly into the black sports car and drove way too fast out of the laneway and onto the road. Her dainty right foot was pushing hard on the accelerator pedal and soon she was exactly where she wanted to be. The house was tiny with only the upstairs bedroom light on. He was home. She'd known he would be home. Rushing out of the car, she rang the doorbell and waited.
Steve stumbled down the stairs. He had heard a car in his laneway but wasn't really expecting anyone. He was wearing jeans and nothing else. His dark hair was messy. He opened the door and saw her.
"Hi." Jackie was timid. Steve always caused her to be quiet and reserved. The aggressiveness that she gave to her husband was in direct comparison to how she behaved in front of him. She looked down at the ground, waiting for him to respond.
Steve's cock began to throb and he felt it push against the zipper of his jeans. He was uncomfortable but knew that very soon his cock would either be in her wet warm mouth or in her delicious pussy. She was wearing that slutty silver dress with the matching high heels. Even with those fuck-me heelsheels, he was a foot taller then she. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were hard. Her hair was styled perfectly and she had on the pink lip-gloss he loved.
"You always come running to me when you fight with him." It was a statement that was thick with sarcasm and hatred. As he spoke those words, he grabbed her by the hair, tugged her inside, and shut the door with his foot. His entrance way was tiny with a long hallway that opened up to the kitchen. There was a wooden bench that was used for storage and somewhere Steve could sit down when he had to remove his heavy work boots. He sat down on the bench and pushed her to her knees.
