Ambrosia

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In the bed, I am snuggled up with a book, my hair loose my glasses on just the way Rebecca likes it. Maximum skin is showed, and I was waxed yesterday, especially for the occasion « your wife forgets you again ». I am waiting for her. She loves the glasses you look like a very dirty librarian, she loves watching me read for somme weird reason and she loves my naked body.

She steps out of bathroom delicate like a cat that causes chaos all around it but doesn't really care. Enjoys it nonetheless. The towel is tucked in a bit too much, she plays with her curly hair to help them dry. I wanna play with this hair, i want to roll into it and smell like lavender shampoo for three days. But she hasn't seen me. In fact she hasn't seen me for a very long time. It's like we avoid each other but by mistake (for my part at least). Tonight is a special night i want her to notice me. I bite my inferior lip for a couple of seconds.

-Did you have a nice shower ?

She raises her shoulders while yawning and opening her two arms. I was embarrassed, like I was being filmed for a bad TV show
« Have you had a nice shower honey - Like always old shrew »

- It was really nice, thank you for the bath oils. I so need to refresh my aura right now. We're polling tomorrow so I wan't to have good vibes.

I coughed a little in her direction; how was it possible that she didn't even see me there ? She turned her head and put her hand over her mouth, like in shock. I rolled my eyes. Since she was elected officially in the mayor's office what would have been « wild » a few years ago became officially « inappropriate ». What can I say : some people are fuckers, they'll fuck until the day they die, even if there's people in the room. We used to be both fuckers but now I was inappropriate and Rebecca wore skirts under her knee. Serious bullshit. I took the comforter and slid under it, tears in my eyes.

- Oh baby I'm so sorry you're so sexy, i guess I'm getting used to it.

Oh my god, I was not a lesbian : I was married to a dude, a bro, a cuz. That's what it felt like. How can you say these words to your wife and live like there's no danger ahead ?

- You suck. I just said, with just my eyes showing.

-Please not tonight babe, i had a long day and meetings all day, my head hurts.

- So let me massage you... I said suggestively. If my fingers touch you you will be free of knots just like that, you know it.

- Yes I know and that is the reason I have to say no.

My blood was boiling.

- What do you mean my love, I asked, my throat in a tight knot.

- I can't fuck you tonight, I can't let your amazing pussy distract me for the campaign.

- I can't stay that many days without having sex... with you I added. And thank you for saying my pussy is amazing. I feel like you forget sometimes.

If I could turn red with anger I would but my delicate dark skin prevents that. I was so mad I thought about taking the gun we have in our safebox and shooting two times in the air.

Tomorrow i would go to my kickboxing session and exteriorate all of this. I was hoping at least a desperate fuck, quick, brutal, like I was used just like a whore. But no, she put her pajamas on... Except we don't do pajamas, ever. We like to sleep in the naked arms of each other, holding a tit in one hand, the other lazily under where the belt is supposed to be.

- If you want to tell me to shut the fuck up or leave you alone, you can say it Becks. But passive-agressive, that I can't do.

- I don't know what you're talking about, she says with her face all distraught, like I was accusing her of a crime. Because we don't have sex tonight ?

- Because we don't have sex on our anniversary ! What, did you forget again ?

She sighed for a few seconds and went onto the nightstand, opening her bag. After searching in it for a couple of minutes, she looks at me and gives me a little red box, long, tied with a bow. I accept it and my whole body freezes. I know what is in there. More diamonds. A long time ago it was always pearls, now only diamonds. I was dying to open that box and find my treasure. But opening this box and accepting this gift was a way to close the door of our relationship and its mysteries. I hesitated a hot minute before opening my anniversary gift, my eyes dazzled by the beauty of a shiny Van Cleef bracelet. Becks. Always knows how to deconnect my bomb. « You forgot the dishes, you said you would take care of the cat; it's okay baby I brought diamonds home. »

I smiled as wide as I could and hoped maybe it wasn't all bad. I jumped to her like a little girl, my boobs moving along and I saw her look right at them. Come on be a woman, tie me to a chair and eat my pussy !!

- You know what, my work for the campaign is done for tonight, maybe you're right, maybe we should spend time together.

She put the bracelet on my wrist and kissed my neck, almost aggressively. I take her face into my hands and I kiss her passionately, and I'm not pretending : I missed her soft and thick lips.

Letting go any of any restraint she has she pushes me on the bed with her strong arms. No time to pick a playlist, she's gonna fuck me hard, doggystyle, pressing my face into the pillow so that our neighbors don't hear how hard I scream for here fingers exploring passionately my vagina, her tongue between my asscheeks and one of her fingers pressed on my clitoris.

- You like that little whore ?

-You little whore loves this. She wants more, I say, moaning.

She puts aggressively two fingers in my ass and I cannot stay quiet the mix of pain and pleasure intoxicating me, she goes hard, fast. And I cum hard and fast, my vulva as wet as the Mississippi. She kisses me a bit then falls asleep on the bed near me almost immediately.

Later I will masturbate again, the might of my iPhone shining on my new Van Cleef bracelet and for a night I will forget how fragile my relationship is right now.