waist and the remains of her panties around her knees, Hank had led Michelle into the kitchen and taken her then, leaning over the very same table they were having their breakfast at now. He had made love to her with a forceful passion that since that night had slowly faded.
Oh, they had had sex over the last twelve months, yes. But it had become more and more out of habit of late and in fact they hadn’t been intimate in nearly a full month. With more of Hanks time taken by the office demands, Michelle was feeling alone and frustrated.
Hank worked hard at his job, there was no denying, and he was good at what he did. Too good. With his success, more and more of his time had been required at the office. Late dinners had turned into missed dinners, had turned into going to bed alone and waking with Hank climbing into bed only to wake up alone again in the morning. And enough was enough.
It was the same old argument, and Michelle was tired of it. She wanted attention. No! She needed it.
Hank drained the last of his coffee and reached for the keys to the Audi R8 Spyder. The white convertible went to the highest billed partner for the month and it had been in their garage for the last four, making him the envy of all other partners in the office.
“I’ll try, I promise” said Hank, finally breaking the silence that had hung over the table like the morning mist outside.
“You’ll need to do better than try Hank” replied Michelle firmly, fixing her emerald eyes on him.
Hank, who normally cut a confident, even cocky demeanour in his tailored suit, looked unusually uncomfortable, “I’ll try…I will…it’s just this is the final week before our submis…”
Michelle cut him off, “There is always something Hank, I’m not asking you to drop everything all the time, I am just asking you for tonight, just tonight, you be mine”.
“I’ll do everything I can” replied Hank.
And that was where it was left. Hank departed for the office with a kiss on the cheek, and Michelle, after deciding a tea would be more calming than what was left of her breakfast, began her daily routine.
“He’s definitely fucking someone” said Mandy, her strawberry blonde curls bobbing enthusiastically as she nodded, as if agreeing to her own statement.
The statement was met by raucous laughter from the other two girls at the table; Michelle however was not laughing and didn’t know how to react.
“Oh come on darling it’s not that bad,” laughed Tina, the unofficial ringleader of the table. “Ask Vicky, she would know. Her Trent has booked more overtime with that red headed secretary slut of his than with clients this last three months,”
With their husbands away and maids at home keeping their respective houses clean, the four women had all joined the local tennis club looking for companionship, or at the very least someone empathetic who enjoyed a drink and a good gossip. Their similar souls had bonded, enjoying drinks after tennis every Tuesday. Michelle was the youngest of the group and newest addition to the club. She looked a little at odds with the rest of the table, with all save her, having had at least a breast and nose job. Michelle however liked her breasts the way they were, somewhere between a B and a C, large enough to make an impression but not so big as to lose eye contact from every male in a ten foot radius. Her nose, also untouched, was small and slightly upturned, a quirk from her mother’s side of the family and a feature she was quite proud of.
Michelle finally cracked a smile and swished the celery around in her Bloody Mary before lifting and biting off the tip to show to the rest of the group what would happen if Mandy’s prediction were true.
The rest of the conversation was uneventful, and truth be told, Michelle’s heart wasn’t in it.
Normally she looked
Oh, they had had sex over the last twelve months, yes. But it had become more and more out of habit of late and in fact they hadn’t been intimate in nearly a full month. With more of Hanks time taken by the office demands, Michelle was feeling alone and frustrated.
Hank worked hard at his job, there was no denying, and he was good at what he did. Too good. With his success, more and more of his time had been required at the office. Late dinners had turned into missed dinners, had turned into going to bed alone and waking with Hank climbing into bed only to wake up alone again in the morning. And enough was enough.
It was the same old argument, and Michelle was tired of it. She wanted attention. No! She needed it.
Hank drained the last of his coffee and reached for the keys to the Audi R8 Spyder. The white convertible went to the highest billed partner for the month and it had been in their garage for the last four, making him the envy of all other partners in the office.
“I’ll try, I promise” said Hank, finally breaking the silence that had hung over the table like the morning mist outside.
“You’ll need to do better than try Hank” replied Michelle firmly, fixing her emerald eyes on him.
Hank, who normally cut a confident, even cocky demeanour in his tailored suit, looked unusually uncomfortable, “I’ll try…I will…it’s just this is the final week before our submis…”
Michelle cut him off, “There is always something Hank, I’m not asking you to drop everything all the time, I am just asking you for tonight, just tonight, you be mine”.
“I’ll do everything I can” replied Hank.
And that was where it was left. Hank departed for the office with a kiss on the cheek, and Michelle, after deciding a tea would be more calming than what was left of her breakfast, began her daily routine.
“He’s definitely fucking someone” said Mandy, her strawberry blonde curls bobbing enthusiastically as she nodded, as if agreeing to her own statement.
The statement was met by raucous laughter from the other two girls at the table; Michelle however was not laughing and didn’t know how to react.
“Oh come on darling it’s not that bad,” laughed Tina, the unofficial ringleader of the table. “Ask Vicky, she would know. Her Trent has booked more overtime with that red headed secretary slut of his than with clients this last three months,”
With their husbands away and maids at home keeping their respective houses clean, the four women had all joined the local tennis club looking for companionship, or at the very least someone empathetic who enjoyed a drink and a good gossip. Their similar souls had bonded, enjoying drinks after tennis every Tuesday. Michelle was the youngest of the group and newest addition to the club. She looked a little at odds with the rest of the table, with all save her, having had at least a breast and nose job. Michelle however liked her breasts the way they were, somewhere between a B and a C, large enough to make an impression but not so big as to lose eye contact from every male in a ten foot radius. Her nose, also untouched, was small and slightly upturned, a quirk from her mother’s side of the family and a feature she was quite proud of.
Michelle finally cracked a smile and swished the celery around in her Bloody Mary before lifting and biting off the tip to show to the rest of the group what would happen if Mandy’s prediction were true.
The rest of the conversation was uneventful, and truth be told, Michelle’s heart wasn’t in it.
Normally she looked
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