A Break From Routine

Walmart black leggings bought on sale for $9.99 four years ago and an oversized burgundy T-shirt with the word "mama" scribbled across the chest in cursive. Hair in a messy bun and glasses with so many fingerprint smudges, I wondered how it didn't bother her.

"I'm wiped and you gotta get up early tomorrow. Chloe took forever to fall asleep, so you got her tomorrow, I'm taking Lincoln." She said in a familiar rushed tone.

As she manipulated her bra off under her shirt, I took notice of our disheveled bedroom. I exhaled and wondered how to change it all.

She carelessly threw her beige bra in a pile of week old dirty laundry. My eyes fixated on the mess.

"Did you fix the door jam?"

My eyes stuck to the laundry. "No. I'll get to it."

"Can you do that? My parents are coming over tomorrow and I don't want to look like rednecks." She squawked.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

She finished brushing her teeth. She then stood over the bed finishing some final texts on her phone. I glimpsed a nipple protrusion through her shirt. She had lost weight and her body sagged. Skin once firm now hung empty. I noticed but stayed silent.

"I think you need to take that shirt off." I said with a sly grin. My delivery took effort as sex had become nonexistent this year.

She gave a polite smile, "You take your shirt off."

Rejection always left a bruise.

It had been this way for years now. We loved eachother but the trials of life had taken priority. It seemed a cycle of trying, failure and resentment.

When she was away, I looked upon her with a lustful eye. One of objectification and romance. Her brown curls of soft hair that adorned her angelic face. Her blue eyes that pierced my soul.

It was the aura that kept me coming back. Yet, within the confines of our home, aura would dim under the basket of chores, work and other stresses.

Once again I returned to my base behaviors. It seemed love as a means to an end had failed.

Reaching down in desperation, I lightly pinched the underside of my cock and manipulated the sensitive skin under my helmet.

"Ugh, Marcy is having work drama again. She needs to quit that place." She droned.

I continued to pinch rhythmically as my penis grew. My mind shifted to a better place. To help, I pictured her getting fucked by a man more than me. This fantasy of her had surpassed the reality in arousal. My cock stiffened... enough.

"What is going on here!" She exclaimed in surprise.

I checked her with a smile. "Take your shirt off."

An exhale and a smile. She put the phone down on the nightstand. Finally.

She took her shirt off and sat cross-legged on the bed. I made myself comfortable along side her. Pulling off my plaid pajama pants, I fully gripped my manhood. Slowly, I pulled it as I admired her. Her charms hung lower than I remembered. She smiled as I gently touched them. I squeezed and pulled her in my familiar way. The moment warmed as we continued. Her nipples stretched in pleasure between my fingertips.

Her hand glided up my leg and took hold. I fully enjoyed her as both my hands held her soft mounds. Her breathing quickened and she grinned.

We revealed our naked bodies and kissed lovingly.

Reaching to her drawer, she grabbed a toy and reclined. Turning it on she pleasured herself fully. I laid with her, each with a leg intertwined. Her breasts spread across her ribcage and her hair came undone.

I stroked myself faster and with more intensity as I watched her face shift back and forth from smiles to eye rolling grimaces. She applied more pressure to her parts and each motion was accompanied by a moan of satisfaction.

As my feet braced, the pressure built. Her breathing quickened and moans became louder. Grabbing my hand she squeezed.

"Oh fuck, fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah. Oh fuck."

As my cock prepared for release I stroked in tandem with my racing heartbeat. She was beautiful as her face flushed and eyes closed in excitement. As her muscles contracted in rhythm, I came to the point of no return.

I squeezed her hand back. We briefly looked into each other's eyes... and lost ourselves together.

Warm cum drenched my belly in spurts. She giggled that giggle I remembered.

She squeezed my hand. I squeezed back. Cupping my stomach to catch the created mess, I leaned over to her and gave her a kiss.

She smiled.