She made a quick trip around the house to receive a much sought-after final pat on the head, but Ryan was nowhere to be found.
Chapter 7 — A Second Hail Mary
10:13 PM.
This wasn’t how Hail Mary’s worked. You don’t get two shots at them. A Hail Mary was supposed to be a last ditch effort. It was a heave that you prayed would be caught, and Jen was taking that heave…for a second time.
She’d spent the last two hours diligently working after arriving home at eight o’clock. So what if she couldn’t have a fit and sexually insatiable a husband? There were other options. She could still make her marriage work.
She decided to do something very basic. She would satisfy Tom, and in return, he would praise her. It was as simple as that. She desired for someone to notice all of the work and effort she put into making her household operate. She needed to be appreciated.
The house was completely clean, her homemade cheesecake waited in the refrigerator, and the basement where Tom spent the majority of his free time had received a makeover. As if taking out the overflowing garbage and restocking his mini-fridge with an array of beverages wasn’t enough, then she went and picked up the hottest new video game on top of everything else. She’d even removed the mess of cups and plates that always covered the coffee table.
She took a step back and smiled. She was an amazing wife. How many other full-time working mothers would do something like this for their husbands? Not many. And all she needed was for him to praise her. It was that easy. Not to mention that she wore her sexiest black lace nightie.
The basement door opened and footsteps scurried down the stairs.
“Hey, Jen,” Tom acknowledged her as he made his way to the sofa. “What’s going–whoa!”
She smiled.
“Did you do this?” he asked, soaking in the sight of his spotless man cave.
She answered with a nod.
“Wow! Thanks, honey!” he smiled before taking a seat on the couch.
She ran upstairs and sliced a big piece of cheesecake onto a plate. Moments later, she returned with his favorite treat on a white plate.
“Is that what I think it is!?” Tom asked excitedly while reaching for his own personal slice of heaven. “Awesome!”
She sat next to him and rubbed his back, watching him wolf down his dessert.
“And it’s homemade!” he almost yelled. “This is amazing!”
She pointed at the coffee table in front of them. Tom squinted his eyes in the relative darkness before turning to her with an even bigger smile.
His excited hands placed his empty plate on the table. It didn’t take long before he held his new gift in his grasp. “This is incredible! What did I do to deserve all this?”
“Just for being you,” she answered, continuing to run her hand along his back. She noticed cheesecake crumbs in his beard as he struggled to open the plastic wrapping on the video game case.
Stop! Don’t do it! He thanked and praised you for what you did. Don’t let contempt seep back into your blood. Respect him! He’s your husband!
“Need scissors, honey?” she asked.
“No, I got it,” he answered, finally breaking through the seal. “This game is so cool. The multiplayer is sixteen versus sixteen matches! That’s how big the maps are! They can easily fit thirty-two people!”
She did her best to stay interested.
“Hey, you wanna watch me play? Or I can teach you how to play! You wanna give it a shot?”
She took a deep breath. Unfortunately, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could maintain her forced smile. “I’ll just watch.”
He labored to get out of his seat before placing the disc in the gaming console. “Thirty-two person multiplayer is going to be insane! And there isn’t even any lag!”
“What’s lag?” she asked.
Do you care what lag is? Do you care about any of this? And why is he so excited to play a video game when you’re sitting next to him in a nightie? Shouldn’t his hands be all over you? No, stop! Stop being a bitch! Just try to take an interest in what he enjoys!
“Lag is when the game jumps and delays because the servers are overloaded,” he explained while sitting back down. “Sometimes it’s hard for the servers to keep up when a lot of people are playing, but not with this one! I read that it’s completely smooth. Well, the gaming reviews sites always say that, but I believe…”
She noticed herself zoning out. Was she a bad person? Was it wrong to be turned off by her husband’s childish hobby? There was nothing bad about playing video games, but she couldn’t help but feel that he shared the same passion for them as a teenager. And she sat right next to him in a sexy nightie too!
Her left hand went about rubbing his back as her right hand moved to his groin. She saw him grin and raise his video game controller, allowing her access to his lap. She unzipped his jeans and attempted to stroke his cock to life.
Eventually, his manhood hardened in her hand. “Can you try to last a little longer this time?”
“You want me to last longer?” he asked, surprised.
Unbelievable! Twenty years of marriage and he still doesn’t know what you like!
“Yeah, I like doing it, so can you please try to hold back from cumming right away?” she asked.
He nodded as his eyes moved back to the TV. She slid off the sofa and knelt in front of him, parting her lips to accept him inside her mouth. This wasn’t the man she craved, but at the end of the day, she still yearned for a man. Tom would just have to do.
“Oh, shit…” he groaned.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Her mouth filled with his semen.
“Fuck…” he moaned as the last of his cum shot out. “I’m sorry.”
She sat up and looked for a cup to spit his bitter seed into, but there weren’t any around. She’d thrown them all away while cleaning earlier. She was left with no other chance but to hustle upstairs and spit his cum into the kitchen sink. She hurried to position her lips under the faucet to fill her mouth with water, rinsing and spitting in an attempt to cleanse her gums and tongue of his awful taste.
Fuck this.
She jogged up to her room, grabbed her phone, and texted Anthony. “Send me a picture of your cock.”
It didn’t take long for her phone to buzz in her hand, and it certainly wasn’t a surprise to discover that the hunk from the gym possessed a rather impressive dick. Her phone vibrated again while she fantasized about kneeling in front of Anthony instead of Tom. This time, a sexy eighteen or nineteen-year-old blonde had three inches of his cock in her mouth. The picture was taken from the college stud’s point of view.
She sent him a text. “Looks like she could use some help.”
Her phone instantly buzzed. “Think you could do better?”
She opened her camera roll and found the picture of her with her purple dildo lodged down her throat. She’d decided against sending it to him before, but she didn’t care anymore. She just wanted to impress someone worthy of her attention.
She sent it to him.
It didn’t take long for her phone to vibrate again. “Get your sexy ass over here. Briana could use some lessons.”
A mere eleven minutes was all that separated her from a confident college stud with a big cock. Kneeling in front of him was a lucky blonde girl with the privilege of playing with the very toy that she so desperately craved. She’d never been with a woman before, but the idea of playing with one–especially a younger girl–made her wet. And what if Anthony invited a friend over? What if she could have two big cocks? Maybe they would take turns with her? Or what if they ravished her at the same time? Oh my God, she could barely contain her excitement!