Jessi’s first..

It was noon. Jessi’s husband was out at work and her toddler was napping. She was waiting on a friend to message her back.. a very cute friend.

Her husband refused to move further than five minutes away from his parents, which happened to land them on a Christian college campus. And since he refused to teach her to drive or let her see her parents who were willing to, she had to walk everywhere in town.

She’d met Lance on the way back from getting groceries. He was tall, fair-haired, and looked like he belonged on a surfboard instead of the middle of Hell, Texas.

That day, he helped her carry her bags to her husbands house. Her daughter really took a liking to him. He fast became a good friend of hers, and she eventually told him all the truths of her husbands abuse.

She knew she was becoming attached to Lance, and she felt he liked her too.. But divorce was highly out of the question unless she could support herself, or find a man who could take on the challenge of a woman and her child.

She knew it was wrong to think about.. but she wanted it to be Lance.

They had been flirting.. and he promised to call when he was alone in his room for lunch.. around noon.

Finally, Lance did more than messaged her back. He called.

“Hey Lance..”

“Hey beautiful. How was your morning?”

“Productive! How were your classes?”

“Boring. I kept thinking about you, and calling you this afternoon.. God, you’re so beautiful. That jerk of a husband doesn’t know what treasure he has.”

She blushed. She’d never flirted over the phone before, but she felt she needed to go to her room.

Before she knew it, he was telling her all kinds of sweet nothings and her body felt hot. She had never felt so.. turned on.

She told him how he made her feel.. and he felt the same toward her. He even told her that thinking about her made his phallus swell.

“Touch yourself..” She said softly, almost out of breath.

“You too..”

“I’ve.. never..”

“I’m stroking myself thinking about your sweet kisses.”

She moaned as she slowly ran her hand down to her panties. She let her hand slip beneath the thin fabric and rub the mound

“Oh Jessi..”

She rubbed one spot, right above her slit. She thought of him kissing her neck, undressing her, kissing further and further down.

She didn’t know what it would feel like to be kissed here.

“Put your fingers inside..”

“Oh Lance I’ve never..”

“Think about me..”

“Okay..” She was shaking. She had never felt this good before, and she was scared of feeling even better.

She had never enjoyed sex with her husband, but just talking to Lance made her feel good.. and he was showing her how to feel good by herself.

Her fingers felt warm inside. It was a strange sensation but she couldn’t stop.

“Oh God Lance..”

“Jessi.. go slow right now..”

“I don’t want to..”

He let out a deep throat chuckle. “Okay.. then go faster.. you’re about to make me cum..”

“I think.. I think I..”

She let out a loud moan and tried to be quiet as the muscles in her vagina started to pulse around her fingers.

“Lance, I think I just came..”

“Good timing.. I did too.”

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Jessi: Everyday like clockwork

Jessi stretched, her back weary from standing. She had been working in the kitchen for four hours, only taking a break long enough to scarf down a plate of food.

She stretched her neck, rubbing a sore spot with her hand, still red and wet from the scorching water.

“I sure hate that our dishwasher broke down.” She said into the other room where her husband sat in his lazyboy, his laptop on his lap, with the TV on, and  turtle beechs over his ears. He hadn’t heard a word she said.

He never heard her, and he never would. Sometimes he just didn’t want to listen. But mostly it was his upbringing; how his father treated his mother.

He glanced up at her and noticed she was looking at him. Naturally, this created a signal in his lazy brain that made him pick up his soda in it’s cozy and shake it in her direction, with no emotion anywhere on his face.

Translation: He wasn’t going to get up. And he expected her to do it for him.

She shook her head, half pissed at him for being a lazy ungrateful pea-brain of a man, half pissed at herself for her inability to tell him no. Fear does many things to a person.

She continued to chastise herself on the short jot to the fridge. The cans were cold now, not that he would notice or thank her.. but if she were to bring him a warm soda, she would definitely hear about it.

She took it to the living room, removed the old soda from the can cozy and placed the new one in. She even opened the can for him. When she turned to walk away, he grabbed her wrist. This is how her wrists turn black and blue, she thought with a shudder. All it was to him was a simple silent plea for more babying. With his other hand, he was holding out his plate. Plastered on his face was a huge fake grin.

Translation: He wanted more, he wanted it now, he certainly wasn’t going to do it himself.

She grabbed the plate and rubbed the wrist he had grabbed.. then the small of her back. She ached from working all day. Cleaning, or trying to, while keeping a toddler happy, learning, and well fed wasn’t as easy as he made it out to be.

He didn’t care to see it from her perspective.

She threw away the can on her way back to the fridge. Her famous Meatloaf, made from scratch. It took her an hour and a half to make. Not that he noticed, or appreciated her effort. She had even walked a mile to the store for the last of the ingredients. He had been too ‘busy’ to drive, too stubborn to teach her how to drive.

She noticed the meatloaf was still warm to the touch as she sliced a large-enough helping out of her Tupperware dish. Certainly this would be enough..

She brought it back to him. He didn’t even look at her. He made her stand there as he slowly moved the laptop to the table to his left, eyes glued to the TV the entire while, finally taking the plate.

No thank you. No appreciation. Not even a smile.

Jessi sighed and went back to the kitchen. She put the meatloaf away, took the trash bag out of the house to the can on the curb, and went back to those damn dishes.

After a while, the little hairs on the back of her neck started standing on end. Suddenly she felt him behind her, trying to kiss on her neck.

“Stop, I have work to do.”

“You should have been done with this shit before I got home!”

“I’ve been working on it –”

“Bullshit. It should be done by now. I’m going to bed. You better not stay up!”

“Alright.. I’ll be there there in minute.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

With a grunt, he disappeared down the hall. Jessi wasn’t sure which outcome he wanted more.. the dishes to get finished, or her to come to bed. Either way, she knew she would end up in trouble. 

She organized the sink so it appeared like she had accomplished more than she truly had, and finished cleaning the larger items, also helping her minimize the appearance of dish clutter. Then she started into the darkened hallway, knowing what awaited her at the end of it.