out of her with no rhythm, was exactly what her husband was doing now. Never in their years of marriage had he done this.
It’ s not supposed to happen like this. He always pleases me first. What’s going on here? It’s a good thing I have been wet for this since yesterday.
Putting her hands to the wall to keep her head from banging against it, she tried to stop him, “Dalton” she said. He was groaning and his thrusts were even more erratic, pushing her body uncomfortably up the bed.
“Oh yeah, baby”, was his response. She opened her eyes to see her husband staring at the wall on the other side of the room. She followed his line of sight and saw that he was watching himself fuck her in the closet mirror. This has to be a bad dream. DJ isn’t normally like this. What’s changed? MJ watched with horror as he gasped and came within her, after a mere few minutes of thrusting. Not once had he tried to get her off.
Pulling himself out , he rolled off of her and caught his breath. She looked at him, waiting for him to apologize for his selfishness. He turned his head lazily to look at her. “That was great, baby. Thanks.” The next sound she heard was that of his snores echoing through the room.
Tears spilled from the corner of her eyes. Before a sob could escape, she got up from the bed and made her way downstairs. As her foot hit the last step she could hold it no longer and the flood of emotions rushed in. She began to weep with her hand against her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sobs.
Never in my life have I felt like a glorified blow-up doll. How could he treat me like that? Doesn’t he love me anymore? What has happened to him, to us?
She covered herself with a blanket on the sofa and lay there as the tears streamed down her face. Sobs racked her body and the world seemed to slip away. She had been waiting for this evening and nothing had gone as planned. Her thoughts ran from one thing to another…
I put a lot of energy into this night and he didn’t deliver. It’s not all my fault!
Is he board with me? What have I done wrong?
The sobbing was beginning to subside when the words of her friends Trish snapped back into her mind, Stop feeling sorry for yourself and don’t become a victim. The crying stopped.
I shouldn’t be crying over this. I want to be happy. If he wants to work with me on this relationship, fine. If not, well that’s fine too. He can go fuck somebody else like he just lost his virginity but I’m not going to put up with it. I am not a victim!
I’ll find someone else if he’s bored with me. I will find myself a man who wants to treat me like a queen in the bedroom. Like a…
…Mistress!
The thought comforted her as she d rifted off to sleep there on the couch.
Chapter Eleven
The sun peaked through the opened blinds waking her. MJ was wrapped in the blanket from the night before still on the sofa. Remembering the previous evening brought back why she was on the couch. She listened quietly. …Nothing. Apparently Dalton was in bed, fast asleep. Good, it’s better if I don’t have to see him right now. And God only knows how I look.
She sat up and folded the blanket draping it over the back of the couch. Wiping sleep from her eyes, MJ stood, stretched and yawned. It was time to creep back up stairs and prepare for the day. Tip-toeing up the steps she could hear loud snores resonating from the master bedroom. She looked in to find Dalton in the exact position he fell asleep in. From the looks of it, he wouldn’t even guess that she had slept down-stairs.
Gathering her discarded thong Mary-Beth took off the rest of the black leather and lace and threw them on the floor of her closet. With fresh clothes in hand she went to the master bath and closed the door behind her. The reflection starring back at her was that of a determined woman. Although her hair was a mess and her makeup had run from all the tears, her eyes were clear and piecing as she stared back at
It’ s not supposed to happen like this. He always pleases me first. What’s going on here? It’s a good thing I have been wet for this since yesterday.
Putting her hands to the wall to keep her head from banging against it, she tried to stop him, “Dalton” she said. He was groaning and his thrusts were even more erratic, pushing her body uncomfortably up the bed.
“Oh yeah, baby”, was his response. She opened her eyes to see her husband staring at the wall on the other side of the room. She followed his line of sight and saw that he was watching himself fuck her in the closet mirror. This has to be a bad dream. DJ isn’t normally like this. What’s changed? MJ watched with horror as he gasped and came within her, after a mere few minutes of thrusting. Not once had he tried to get her off.
Pulling himself out , he rolled off of her and caught his breath. She looked at him, waiting for him to apologize for his selfishness. He turned his head lazily to look at her. “That was great, baby. Thanks.” The next sound she heard was that of his snores echoing through the room.
Tears spilled from the corner of her eyes. Before a sob could escape, she got up from the bed and made her way downstairs. As her foot hit the last step she could hold it no longer and the flood of emotions rushed in. She began to weep with her hand against her mouth in an attempt to stifle the sobs.
Never in my life have I felt like a glorified blow-up doll. How could he treat me like that? Doesn’t he love me anymore? What has happened to him, to us?
She covered herself with a blanket on the sofa and lay there as the tears streamed down her face. Sobs racked her body and the world seemed to slip away. She had been waiting for this evening and nothing had gone as planned. Her thoughts ran from one thing to another…
I put a lot of energy into this night and he didn’t deliver. It’s not all my fault!
Is he board with me? What have I done wrong?
The sobbing was beginning to subside when the words of her friends Trish snapped back into her mind, Stop feeling sorry for yourself and don’t become a victim. The crying stopped.
I shouldn’t be crying over this. I want to be happy. If he wants to work with me on this relationship, fine. If not, well that’s fine too. He can go fuck somebody else like he just lost his virginity but I’m not going to put up with it. I am not a victim!
I’ll find someone else if he’s bored with me. I will find myself a man who wants to treat me like a queen in the bedroom. Like a…
…Mistress!
The thought comforted her as she d rifted off to sleep there on the couch.
Chapter Eleven
The sun peaked through the opened blinds waking her. MJ was wrapped in the blanket from the night before still on the sofa. Remembering the previous evening brought back why she was on the couch. She listened quietly. …Nothing. Apparently Dalton was in bed, fast asleep. Good, it’s better if I don’t have to see him right now. And God only knows how I look.
She sat up and folded the blanket draping it over the back of the couch. Wiping sleep from her eyes, MJ stood, stretched and yawned. It was time to creep back up stairs and prepare for the day. Tip-toeing up the steps she could hear loud snores resonating from the master bedroom. She looked in to find Dalton in the exact position he fell asleep in. From the looks of it, he wouldn’t even guess that she had slept down-stairs.
Gathering her discarded thong Mary-Beth took off the rest of the black leather and lace and threw them on the floor of her closet. With fresh clothes in hand she went to the master bath and closed the door behind her. The reflection starring back at her was that of a determined woman. Although her hair was a mess and her makeup had run from all the tears, her eyes were clear and piecing as she stared back at
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