Chapter 1
“Keep going! Keep going! Come on, David, I’m so close!” Cried Marisa as she encouraged her husband to continue with their love making. “Just a few more minutes!” But it was too late—Marisa felt David’s body become firm and saw him flex his toes and she knew it was over too soon…again. “Dammit,” she cursed to herself under her breath. This was the third time this week that David had blown it, literally, too soon, leaving Marisa frustrated. She was trying to be patient with him, he’d always been known to be a little, um, sensitive, but lately after she’d lost most of her baby weight he’d been so turned on by her that he could barely slide it inside before he blew his load. Not that Marisa should be angry about it, she reminded herself. It’s not like it was that bad of a situation to have your husband be attracted to you— in fact, she knew lots of women who had the exact opposite problem. It was just hard for her to get excited about going to bed with a man who couldn’t even control himself for long enough to get his wife off. Especially now with the six-month-old, Marisa didn’t have all the time in the world to spend in the bedroom waiting for David to get hard again. Plus, he was usually so tired after he came that even if she could get him hard again; he fucked her with such a lack of gusto and effort that she couldn’t get into it anyways.
She waited a second for David to get up and leave the room to go wash off and lay on her back, flipping on the switch of her vibrator. Marisa didn’t want to throw her battery-p owered last resort in his face-- h e already felt so bad about himself after he’d lost his job three months ago. Marisa had been working overtime teaching at the community college, but the money was really tight and she was worried that if David didn’t find work soon, they would lose their modest home and everything they’d worked for together for the last six years. Marisa cleared the stressful thoughts from her mind and started to relax as she rubbed the vibrator over her hardened clit in tight little circles. It was working—she began to moan and felt the familiar rush of warm wetness in her pussy. But r ight as she felt she was going to orgasm, Marisa heard the baby begin to cry in his room. “UGH,” she sighed, flinging the vibrator across the room in frustration. “This SUCKS!”
“I’ll get him,” said David from the bathroom, but it was too late. Marisa pulled on her sweatpants and a t-shirt and went to get little Michael out of his bed to feed him a snack and put on some cartoons—so much for her Saturday afternoon break.
Chapter 2
Across town Ned Demilla was getting ready for his Saturday evening date. Tonight he had arranged a private dinner for himself and Mieko, a young Japanese-American model that he’d met last week at a $40,000 a plate fundraiser for a children’s hospital. Mieko had been there with another man, and Ned had been so attracted to her with her long legs, sleek black hair and perfect skin, that not only had he donated an extra 100K to the charity event to get them to set up an extra seat next to him for Mieko, he’d organized a very exclusive escort from a very exclusive escort service to come and sit with Mieko’s original date. It was a win-win, that’s how Ned liked to do business, and so far it had worked for him.
He looked around his Miami home and felt pretty damn good about himself. It wasn’t so much of a home, but more of an estate—with the vast gardens, the three pools, the tennis courts, putting green and heli-pad, Ned couldn’t really ask for anything more. The inside of the home was exquisitely decorated by the best interior design professional in Miami. Not one piece of the furniture in the thirty-three room home had cost less than ten thousand dollars. The walls were adorned with Picassos and Dalis, Renoirs and Cassats. The twelve-car garage was outfitted with the best of the best: custom-made
“Keep going! Keep going! Come on, David, I’m so close!” Cried Marisa as she encouraged her husband to continue with their love making. “Just a few more minutes!” But it was too late—Marisa felt David’s body become firm and saw him flex his toes and she knew it was over too soon…again. “Dammit,” she cursed to herself under her breath. This was the third time this week that David had blown it, literally, too soon, leaving Marisa frustrated. She was trying to be patient with him, he’d always been known to be a little, um, sensitive, but lately after she’d lost most of her baby weight he’d been so turned on by her that he could barely slide it inside before he blew his load. Not that Marisa should be angry about it, she reminded herself. It’s not like it was that bad of a situation to have your husband be attracted to you— in fact, she knew lots of women who had the exact opposite problem. It was just hard for her to get excited about going to bed with a man who couldn’t even control himself for long enough to get his wife off. Especially now with the six-month-old, Marisa didn’t have all the time in the world to spend in the bedroom waiting for David to get hard again. Plus, he was usually so tired after he came that even if she could get him hard again; he fucked her with such a lack of gusto and effort that she couldn’t get into it anyways.
She waited a second for David to get up and leave the room to go wash off and lay on her back, flipping on the switch of her vibrator. Marisa didn’t want to throw her battery-p owered last resort in his face-- h e already felt so bad about himself after he’d lost his job three months ago. Marisa had been working overtime teaching at the community college, but the money was really tight and she was worried that if David didn’t find work soon, they would lose their modest home and everything they’d worked for together for the last six years. Marisa cleared the stressful thoughts from her mind and started to relax as she rubbed the vibrator over her hardened clit in tight little circles. It was working—she began to moan and felt the familiar rush of warm wetness in her pussy. But r ight as she felt she was going to orgasm, Marisa heard the baby begin to cry in his room. “UGH,” she sighed, flinging the vibrator across the room in frustration. “This SUCKS!”
“I’ll get him,” said David from the bathroom, but it was too late. Marisa pulled on her sweatpants and a t-shirt and went to get little Michael out of his bed to feed him a snack and put on some cartoons—so much for her Saturday afternoon break.
Chapter 2
Across town Ned Demilla was getting ready for his Saturday evening date. Tonight he had arranged a private dinner for himself and Mieko, a young Japanese-American model that he’d met last week at a $40,000 a plate fundraiser for a children’s hospital. Mieko had been there with another man, and Ned had been so attracted to her with her long legs, sleek black hair and perfect skin, that not only had he donated an extra 100K to the charity event to get them to set up an extra seat next to him for Mieko, he’d organized a very exclusive escort from a very exclusive escort service to come and sit with Mieko’s original date. It was a win-win, that’s how Ned liked to do business, and so far it had worked for him.
He looked around his Miami home and felt pretty damn good about himself. It wasn’t so much of a home, but more of an estate—with the vast gardens, the three pools, the tennis courts, putting green and heli-pad, Ned couldn’t really ask for anything more. The inside of the home was exquisitely decorated by the best interior design professional in Miami. Not one piece of the furniture in the thirty-three room home had cost less than ten thousand dollars. The walls were adorned with Picassos and Dalis, Renoirs and Cassats. The twelve-car garage was outfitted with the best of the best: custom-made
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