She awoke startled and seething with anger. The impossibly loud snoring of her husband, whom at the current moment was taking up exactly 3/4 of their queen sized mattress leaving her sandwiched uncomfortably between him and the wall, she was used to. On an average day she wouldn't even complain about his drool on her pillow and his constant rocking making her sea sick. Both the livingroom and the other bedrooms' televisions were so loud that it sounded as if she'd walked into a Hooters during a football game. The unrelenting screams of her younger brother as he was ushered out the door to catch the school bus normally were just a tiny interruption between blissful dreams but today the cacophony of chaos had a new addition. At precisely 7:15am on this lovely Tuesday morning, directly outside of her window were construction workers jackhammering the concrete.
Trying to get out of bed was much like wrestling a sleeping bear, so she procrastinated, staring at the stucco ceiling until she could see shapes forming. But her blood boiled and her skin prickled until finally she just had to leave. She threw on a bra and a dress and not much else, texted the family group chat that she'd be back, and let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding as she locked the apartment door.
Bored out of her mind with herself and her life Sinthia sets out to fill the void with treats and trinkets by walking to the beauty supply store and the supermarket. There's a deep lonely agony she is desperately ignoring by blasting Bo Burnham through her headphones in the baking aisle.
Out of the corner of her eye she sees a ghost from her past and nearly drops a bag of chocolate chips to the floor. She hopes he doesn't notice, but he has, in fact he's been following her since she walked in and he's noticed a few other things too.
He notices that she's put on some weight, particularly in her breasts and cheeks, he notices that she isn't wearing any panties in that skintight red dress, he notices the high slits on either side, and lastly he notices her wedding ring.
Joseph was just the 2nd in a string of relationships that ended poorly but admittedly he was the only one she still thought about, cared for and even fantasized about from time to time.
"Hey Sindii!"
Damn him and that smile and that nickname, she was not ready for any of it. She tried not to look so excited. The small talk was predictable. How's work? How's the family? You look good! Blah blah blah. He asked her "who's the lucky guy?" gesturing to the ring. Sinthia tried not to let the anger show on her face as she picked up on the bitterness he was masking with that too cheerful tone. If he thought she was such a catch why'd he ever let her go?
Sinthia's husband Da'Quan had a lot in common with Joseph, over 5 years older than her, only a couple of inches taller, optimistic and geeky with a gorgeous hot cocoa complexion. Though Joseph was about 150 pounds lighter. Sinthia had always been self conscious about being the bigger person in her relationships before Da'Quan, being nearer to 300lbs than 250lbs herself. She hated that she ran into Joseph at this weight but she began to relax when she realized he couldn't tear his eyes away and how his hands kept flexing.
He accompanied her as she continued to shop, and asked where hubby was now. She honestly told him that he was sleeping. Seemed like all they ever did was sleep, eat, and watch tv really. She wondered what he'd say if he knew they hadn't had sex at all that year yet and it was nearing June. He'd probably jump on the opportunity to fix it, right then and there, just bend her right over that shopping cart and...she shook her head at the thought looking away for a second in an attempt to collect herself. There's a flash in his eyes, the side of him that she once knew bubbling under the surface. He wants to call her out, to ask why she's blushing, but they just started talking again so he chooses not to.
He helps her to carry her bags home and they exchange numbers. He's not at all what she'd expected. He'd always tested limits, pushed boundaries before, even if she was taken, she wondered if it was because of the ring. Joseph assumed that this husband of hers knew all the depraved kinky little things she was into and that, since they lived together, he was satisfying all of those urges and quelling her unrelenting need for attention. Sindii had always been the type to put all her cards on the table and though he was definitely jealous he'd never break up a happy home.
Quan was waiting on the couch when Sinthia got home. He hugged her and gave her puppy dog eyes apologizing for his snoring running her out of their bed again. She assured him it wasn't his fault this time. Then she put her bags down on the couch, placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply and passionately which she hadn't done in about a week at least. She walked into their bedroom not looking back knowing he would follow her. She was already waiting on the bed in just her bra when he came in. He didn't question why she was suddenly all fired up, he never did. What he did do was get in bed behind her, grab her by the throat and ask if wanted to be a good girl or a bad girl today.
She wished he wouldn't ask, and that she didn't have to initiate. She wanted him to grab her, dominate her, own her so completely that if she did decide to be a "bad girl" she'd be punished and put in her place writhing beneath him. He never made her say sorry, never flexed his authority if she showed resistance. He'd just go from Daddy back to loving devoted caring husband even if she didn't use her safeword. She chose good girl though, because bad girl meant she would call the shots and give the orders and she didn't want that at all.
She squirmed and squealed as he licked the sensitive spot on her neck
" Does that feel good little slut? Is my good girl getting all wet for Daddy?"
It did, and she was and she loved when he talked like that and the hand on her thigh that was getting closer and closer to her pussy but then it all stopped. His hand stilled, his breathing slowed, his body slumped and soon the snoring was back in full force. She'd love to say that this was a rare occurrence but it wasn't. And she was getting prepared to finish herself off AGAIN when her phone buzzed.
She maneuvered herself out of the bed, put on her long black silk robe and locked herself in an empty room. All Joseph's text said was that it was great seeing her again, but in her current state she thought he may be able to help with her dilemma just over the phone if anything. So she turned on the tv to drown out her voice, grabbed some headphones, and called him.
Joseph was surprised to hear that nervous raspy whisper of hers. It had been 5 years but he still knew exactly what that meant and he couldn't help smirking to himself.
"Sindii.....what are you doing?"
"Nothing! I umm....I just..seeing you made me...think things"
He chuckled at how fast she said nothing. She was a fantastic liar in all areas except this one. She couldn't hide being turned on if her life depended on it.
"Things you can't do with your husband?"
"He's sleeping and I...need help"
Phone sex was something Joseph hadn't done in a while. Words were cool but he was more of a physical and visual person. Realistically though he knew this was probably the closest he could get to her right now so when she promised to send some nudes he was on board.
One thing Sinthia always loved about Joseph was that he never asked corny questions like "what are you wearing?" All he wanted to know was the safeword, the roles if any, and where are her hands.
"I knew you wouldn't be touching without permission. You always pretend to be such a good girl. Why don't you tell me what you were thinking about in the supermarket Good Girl."
Her eyes bulged. Maybe this was a bad idea. She'd been operating at a level 5 since he left and he knew how to bring her to an 11
"I'm waiting"
"Ummm just m-maybe ummm I might've thought about you kissing me."
She could almost hear him smiling at this false admission. There was no way she was telling him about the way she'd imagined him tearing her dress off and fucking her on the conveyor belt at the cash register in front of everyone.
"Oh really? That doesn't sound like you."
