His cock swelled in her mouth, and then began to throb as she increased her stroking speed.
“Baby,” he moaned as his head tilted back onto the couch cushion.
Marcie felt his load work its way to the tip of his cock and into her mouth. The salty liquid oozed into her mouth, squirting down her chin when she was full.
She continued sucking, loving the way he squirmed and moaned at his cock’s sensitivity after he cum.
After she wiped her mouth, she stood up, held out her hand to invite him into the bedroom, and was faced with the apologetic smile she hated so much.
“I’m kinda spent. Can I give you a rain check?” he asked.
Marcie smiled, released his hand, and then sat down beside him, watching as he slid his boxers back around his body.
He was only a few years older than her. So at 28, she felt he should still be able to go again, or at the very least have enough energy to satisfy her after she just swallowed his salty load.
She grabbed her box and went into the bedroom to play with her camera.
Chapter Two
She read every last page of the instruction manual for her camera while Gibson watched CNN in the other room. By the time he came to bed, she felt she had mastered the camera and was ready to use it in the morning.
“Do you like your camera?” he asked.
“I love it!” she said.
He climbed on to the bed next to her, turning off the light on the nightstand, and then rolling over to face her.
His hand rested on her hip, causing her to think he was ready to return the favor from earlier.
“You ready for round two?” she asked.
“I wish I could, but I have a long day in the morning.” he said, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead.
Marcie was used to him turning her down for sex, especially lately. She knew he was still sexually attracted to her, and she knew he loved her, but his work always seemed to come first.
When she had complained about his work, he always told her “I do it for us babe.” That made her angry, because it didn’t feel like it was for her at all. If she had her way, he would have a normal job, and she could work to help out. She didn’t like being stuck in the apartment all day, and she didn’t like never getting to spend any time with her overworked, exhausted husband.
Marcie fell asleep dreaming about her camera and all the things she planned to do with it. The park, the skyscrapers, and the characters throughout the city were all on her ‘to do’ list, and she couldn’t wait.
When she opened her eyes, Gibson was already gone. She hated when he snuck out without saying goodbye in the mornings, especially after he had been gone for so long.
She climbed out of bed, took a quick shower, and then made some coffee. The camera was heavy in her hand, and she felt like a professional just holding it. She snapped a picture of her coffee mug, and then one of the fire escape outside the kitchen window. The lens was amazing, and the angles she was able to capture truly inspirational. She knew that she could turn her talents into profit with this camera, even if Gibson didn’t like it.
The air was crisp and fresh as she stood on the sidewalk in front of her house. Her camera was strapped around her neck, and she started looking for the perfect shot as she walked down the street.
It was weird how alive she felt with the camera on her neck. She felt like she suddenly had a purpose.
The day was spent walking through the busy streets, snapping shots of busy pedestrians, street signs, flowers, and even a few of the bum begging on the corner. She loved that the camera allowed her to zoom in from a distance and still get clear shots so she didn’t have to intrude on anyone’s space while she snapped away.
The coffee shop by her house offered free Wi-Fi, so she stepped inside and pulled out her laptop from the bag on her shoulder.
When she attached her camera to the device and transferred the pictures, she was shocked when she realized she had taken over 500 photos.
Two hours went by as she drank her lukewarm coffee and edited her favorite photos. She put the images she wanted to share with Gibson into a folder and named it “Marcie’s Awesome First Day.”
When she walked into the apartment, she was shocked to see Gibson already home.
“You’re home early,” she said excitedly.
“Not for long…,” he said, packing papers into his briefcase.
“Oh, you’ve been playing with your camera,” he said, motioning to the Nikon hanging around her neck.
“Yes, and I got some amazing shots!” she said, pulling her laptop out of the bag.
As she set it up on the table and then waited for it to boot, Gibson kissed her on the forehead softly.
“I’ve got to go babe, show me later ok?” he said, and then disappeared out the front door.
Marcie sat down at the kitchen table, slumped in her chair. She browsed through the images that would have only taken Gibson a few moments to check out and felt that familiar loneliness come over her.
She shut off the computer, put her camera in its storage bag, and fell onto the couch to watch TV.
The noises outside were irritating her. The cars flying by, the laughter from the kids, and even the screaming from the couple below her apartment made her feel more alone. It felt like everyone has someone, somewhere to go, something to do; everyone except her.
“Baby…,” Gibson’s voice woke her up.
“Why are you on the couch?” he asked.
“I must have fallen asleep.” she said, wiping her eyes.
“Have you eaten?” he asked, holding Chinese takeout in his hand.
“No, I’m starved.” she said with a smile.
Gibson grabbed two plates and two cold beers from the kitchen while Marcie opened up the containers of dumplings, noodles, mixed vegetables, and sweet and sour shrimp.
“What time is it? she asked as she looked for her phone.
“Ten,” he said.
They pulled food from each container, loading up their plates while Marcie started telling Gibson about her day.
He seemed bored at the details, so she decided showing him would be a better idea.
She opened up the laptop, brought it to the couch, and then started a slideshow of the pictures she saved for him to see.
“Those are amazing; you really do have a talent,” he said as he shoved a dumpling into his mouth.
Marcie knew they were good. She had been studying photography for years, and even though she never owned anything better than a cheap digital camera, she was able to get some amazing shots in the past. Now, with this camera, it was totally different. Her images looked professional. She felt professional.
“So, I was thinking…,” she said with her flirty voice.
Gibson’s eyebrows rose as he looked at her.
“You could take these to work with you, maybe talk to them about putting me on as a freelance photographer in the marketing division?” she asked.
“Marcie, you know I don’t want you working, so why on earth would I want you working with me?” he asked with a laugh.
Marcie didn’t see the humor in the situation.
“I just want to be taken seriously,” she said.
“Baby, I do take you seriously,” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“As a photographer,” she said.
“You are very talented sweetheart, and my company, or any company would be lucky to have you….but, what about starting a family like we talked about?” he asked.
Gibson always threw that in when he wanted to win a fight. He knew how bad Marcie wanted to start a family.
“I could quit, or at least slow down when that happens,” she said.
“Yes, and we both know you wouldn’t do that,” he said.
Marcie was always a go-getter. She knew he was right. If she started working as a professional photographer, she probably wouldn’t want to quit just because she was pregnant. She didn’t understand what was so wrong with that. Ple
nty of women had careers and a family, but Gibson had made it perfectly clear he wanted a wife that stayed home and nurtured his kids, not pawned them off on someone else to raise.
“As a freelancer, I could work flexible hours, making it easy to do both,” she said.
“Marcie, you know how I feel about that,” he said.
She did.
“Besides, there is no reason why you should be working. I make enough to support us,” he said.
Marcie knew she wasn’t going to win the argument. She had it, and lost too many times before.
Chapter Three
Marcie woke up feeling sick to her stomach. She hated the way her and Gibson’s conversation had gone the night before.
He walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. She sat up in bed and watched as he brushed his dark brown hair back away from his face. His body was muscular, hairy, and very masculine. She loved looking at him.
When he dropped his towel and exposed his tight butt cheeks to her face, and his limp cock in the mirror’s reflection, she felt her excitement start to grow.
“Is it raining yet?” she asked.
Gibson looked out the window.
“I don’t think so. Is it supposed to?” he asked.
Marcie threw back the blankets exposing her pink lace panties and white tank top that she slept in. Her hands slid down her thighs, rubbing softly as Gibson watched.
“You said I got a rain check,” she said softly.
Her fingers tugged at her tank top, pulling it up over her belly and high enough to expose the bottoms of her breasts.
She pulled at her nipples, stretching them from her body and licked her lips as she watched Gibson’s cock start to harden.
“You’re not playing fair; you know I have to get to the office early this morning,” he said, and then bit his bottom lip.
Marcie slid her tank top over her breasts, exposing the nipples she had been teasing. Her head fell back between her shoulders, and she let out a moan as she twirled the sensitive skin between her fingers.
“It won’t take long…,” she said.
Her body was already worked up; she knew if he gave in and fucked her, she would cum before he did.
Her hands slid down her waist and to her panties. Gibson shook his head implying no as she shook hers indicating yes. Her hands gripped the material, pulling it away from her skin.
Her legs fell open, and her fingers tickled at her pink skin. She was already slippery and ready for his cock, and it was growing larger with every stroke in between her legs.
Gibson’s eyes were fixated on her pussy, and her fingers that playfully dipped in and out of it.
“Just fuck me baby,” she said in a sultry voice.
Gibson leaned onto the bed, pushing her hand away from her body. His fingers explored her pink skin, pulling her apart as he slid one inside.
“Damn, I love your pussy,” he said.
She knew he did. It was his kryptonite. His cock wouldn’t let him refuse her when she opened her legs and exposed her perfectly plump shaved pussy.
His tongue slid through her lips to her clit, and then back down again. He lapped up her juices as he pulled them from between her legs with his finger.
Her body squirmed beneath him as he pushed his finger in harder and deeper. His eyes were like fire on her skin, making her hotter and hotter as he watched himself fuck her with his finger.
“Fuck me baby,” she moaned, pulling him up towards her.
Gibson mounted her, pushing his cock into the soft skin between her legs.
“How did I get so lucky?” he whispered as he pushed past her plump pussy lips and into her body.
Marcie let out a loud moan. His touch, his eyes, and his words were all pulling at her excitement, bringing it closer and closer.
He let out a moan as he pushed into her hard and she clenched her legs together, squeezing his cock with her tight pussy muscles.
“You’re going to make me cum,” he said, smiling at her.
“You said you were in a hurry,” she whispered, clenching again.
Her excitement was climbing as she watched him squirm between her legs. She loved having that power of him. As she clenched again, she felt herself lose control. Her pussy began to tremble from the pulsating throbs that pushed out of her body. Gibson’s eyes looked tortured as he felt her throbbing and let off his orgasm.
“Holy shit baby!” he said, falling on to her on the bed.
“Have you been doing Kegels?” he asked with a laugh.
Marcie smiled, and then ran her fingers through his damp hair. She had been doing Kegels, but the new dildo she bought to keep herself busy while Gibson was away was probably the biggest reason for the toned muscles.
“Shit! I have to go!” Gibson said and then leaped off of her and out of bed.
She watched him rush around the room gathering clothes and then blow-drying his hair. He had a toothbrush in his mouth as he pulled his pants on, and then came to her for help tying his tie.
“How do you manage when you’re away from home?” she laughed.
“I know how. You just do it quicker, and better.” he said, kissing her on the forehead.
“I’ll be really late tonight,” he said, and then disappeared out the door.
Marcie fell back into bed, staring at the ceiling fan. She loved the way the blades looked as they spun, almost as if they were just a blur, sort of like her marriage - cool, just a blur.
She grabbed the camera manual she had laid on her nightstand and started reading about how to take a moving picture without a blurry result. One of the things she wanted to try today was working on taking moving pictures, so she would have to play with the shutter speed and aperture settings for the best results.
As she leaned against her pillow, she stared out the window. She knew that even though Gibson was going to be gone all day, at least she had something to do. She was grateful that he bought the camera for her. She knew that even though she could have, she would’ve never spent that kind of money on herself.
Chapter Four
Marcie settled into her routine, taking pictures around the city and then uploading them while she had gourmet coffee at the shop around the corner from her apartments.
When she got home, the apartment was empty, quiet, and lonely. She knew that Gibson wouldn’t be home before midnight. When he said he would be late, he meant around ten. But really late, that could well enter into the wee hours of the next morning.
She hated that he pushed himself so hard, but she knew he was struggling to prove himself since he was the youngest in his office.
Her hand cascaded across the water as she tested the temperature for her bath, and she daydreamed about becoming a professional photographer. She wished Gibson would get off his high horse and acknowledge there was nothing wrong with having a wife that worked. It was as if he somehow saw it as a sign of weakness; like he wasn’t a real man.
Men, now there was a topic that Marcie could wrap her head around. Her sexual appetite was increasing with Gibson spending more and more time out of town, so she had created several imaginary lovers, some gentle, some aggressive.
She undressed standing in front of the full length mirror. Her breasts were small, but still round and firm peeking out from behind her long, straight dark hair. Her hands slid down her waist, feeling her curves as they passed her hips.
She smiled into the mirror, puckering her full lips into the shape of a kiss. Her eyes fell to her shaven pussy and then lingered. She opened her legs and stared into the flesh between her legs. Her fingers slid between her plump lips, stroking her clit slowly and gently as she watched.
As she turned around, she watched into the mirror as her ass took over the reflection. It was tight, full, and had a small freckle on the left cheek that Gibson loved to kiss when they made love.
Her fingers still stroked herself as she bent over, looking between her legs at her reflection. She was beautiful, almost brea
thtaking, with her hair falling to the floor, her soft pink cheeks pulling apart to show off her spread open pussy that had perfectly painted red fingernails gliding across it.
She had been thinking about getting a mirror in the bedroom so she could watch Gibson fuck her, but he refused, saying it was tacky. She thought to herself “There isn’t anything tacky about this view.” She laughed, and then stepped into the tub, shutting off the water.
The water slid up against her, around her, and over her. It was hot, almost too hot as it turned her skin a pinkish red.
Her fingers found there spot between her legs and began stroking again as the water relaxed her. She closed her eyes and imagined her aggressive lover busting through the door. His eyes were wild and his lips parted as he watched her play with her pussy in the tub.
He slid his hand under the water and took over the stroking, allowing her to move her hands to her breasts that were begging for attention.
His hair was long, sandy blonde, and his muscles were hard. He lifted her ass from the tub, sliding a finger deep inside of her. His thumb pushed against her clit, rubbing it in the same motion as his finger that fucked her. She let out a moan, and pushed her body towards him.
She felt him take her hand and slide it back between her legs. He stood, tore off his clothes, and then climbed into the tub. His large penis dangled between his legs as he stood over her. She licked her lips.
He lowered his body so his hard cock was close enough to her lips to take it into her mouth. She was amazed at her skill, gobbling the entire cock down her throat without any effort.
As he pulled away from her mouth, he slid down her body, his strong arms lifting her out of the water. She felt the cool air tingle against her hot pussy, and then his hard cock push against her.
Her excitement climbed as he pushed hard into her. Her hips thrust towards him, causing the water to splash out of the tub. Her legs tightened and she felt the familiar and sensual feeling of warmth come over her as her body began to tremble. She let go of her orgasm, reaching up to grab her lover’s neck. It was cold and hard, and her eyes opened to see she clenched on to the side of the bathtub instead of her imaginary lover.
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