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Maya Mulligan
Another busy day at work, screaming tantrums, a five year old with the stomach flu who threw up on her most expensive pair of shoes...a perfectionist, bored housewife mother with too much concern for the minutae of her five year old's school career to be good for me or the child, and of course, a late-running faculty meeting about yet more budget cuts. It appears next year we'll have no functioning art program so they'll have to add art to the already overcrowded classroom curriculum where they've already shoved in random book-mobile visits because having a fully staffed library was also considered beyond the school's budget...add to that, a slipped fan belt in her used Toyota and a burned attempt at a new recipe for dinner...needless to say, by the time Trever arrived home with a story about how exhausted he was, Maya was ready to either laugh in his face, throw something heavy or just curl up in a ball and weep, possibly all three...
In actuality she instead wordlessly handed him the garbage bag that she'd filled to the brim with their ruined dinner at the top and asked in a soft monotone, "Could you bring that out to the shed please?" then pulled out the drawer of take-out menus and picked up the phone, "We're having Chinese tonight. The usual?"
A grunt of response as she watched her husband's back dissappear through the kitchen door was taken by her as a 'yes' and she ordered quickly. As Trever re-entered the house she could see in his face he truly was tired and she did feel a twinge of guilt over not feeling more sympathy for him but he rarely even asked how her day was anymore and she hadn't the energy to complain at the moment. She instead focused on trying to get through the rest of the evening peacefully.
Dinner was a silent affair, they had decided to eat the take-out in the livingroom with the news on instead of in the diningroom to save the time and energy of doing dishes even though Maya would have done them if Trever really pushed the issue but he was too nice to do that...too nice...sometimes it made Maya a little resentful that her husband was just so damned nice to her all the time. He was the ideal, their marriage was flawless, but boring and Trevor was so nice it was ridiculous.
Nice Trever. Even to the point that no matter how much she asked he could not get through a real role play in bed, especially not the kind she craved. Once Maya asked him to spank her and he looked like he might cry at the suggestion that he even consider doing anything to hurt her. He wouldn't do any S&M stuff. He preferred to watch porn videos, group sex, gang bangs, swinging, those were his favorites. Maya didn't mind. His porn adventures gave her the time she needed to write her lesson plans and she sometimes watched them with him too.
The one she liked but never admitted to him about was the one where the girl is forced into all of these humiliating situations by her boss. He even ties her up and spanks her...all very exciting...but Trever hardly watched that one anymore. His group sex ones were the most watched and Maya felt uncomfortable asking him to oput that movie in. She pretended not to like any of them at all. She pretended not to pay any attention, but she had them all memorized.
Another busy day at work, screaming tantrums, a five year old with the stomach flu who threw up on her most expensive pair of shoes...a perfectionist, bored housewife mother with too much concern for the minutae of her five year old's school career to be good for me or the child, and of course, a late-running faculty meeting about yet more budget cuts. It appears next year we'll have no functioning art program so they'll have to add art to the already overcrowded classroom curriculum where they've already shoved in random book-mobile visits because having a fully staffed library was also considered beyond the school's budget...add to that, a slipped fan belt in her used Toyota and a burned attempt at a new recipe for dinner...needless to say, by the time Trever arrived home with a story about how exhausted he was, Maya was ready to either laugh in his face, throw something heavy or just curl up in a ball and weep, possibly all three...
In actuality she instead wordlessly handed him the garbage bag that she'd filled to the brim with their ruined dinner at the top and asked in a soft monotone, "Could you bring that out to the shed please?" then pulled out the drawer of take-out menus and picked up the phone, "We're having Chinese tonight. The usual?"
A grunt of response as she watched her husband's back dissappear through the kitchen door was taken by her as a 'yes' and she ordered quickly. As Trever re-entered the house she could see in his face he truly was tired and she did feel a twinge of guilt over not feeling more sympathy for him but he rarely even asked how her day was anymore and she hadn't the energy to complain at the moment. She instead focused on trying to get through the rest of the evening peacefully.
Dinner was a silent affair, they had decided to eat the take-out in the livingroom with the news on instead of in the diningroom to save the time and energy of doing dishes even though Maya would have done them if Trever really pushed the issue but he was too nice to do that...too nice...sometimes it made Maya a little resentful that her husband was just so damned nice to her all the time. He was the ideal, their marriage was flawless, but boring and Trevor was so nice it was ridiculous.
Nice Trever. Even to the point that no matter how much she asked he could not get through a real role play in bed, especially not the kind she craved. Once Maya asked him to spank her and he looked like he might cry at the suggestion that he even consider doing anything to hurt her. He wouldn't do any S&M stuff. He preferred to watch porn videos, group sex, gang bangs, swinging, those were his favorites. Maya didn't mind. His porn adventures gave her the time she needed to write her lesson plans and she sometimes watched them with him too.
The one she liked but never admitted to him about was the one where the girl is forced into all of these humiliating situations by her boss. He even ties her up and spanks her...all very exciting...but Trever hardly watched that one anymore. His group sex ones were the most watched and Maya felt uncomfortable asking him to oput that movie in. She pretended not to like any of them at all. She pretended not to pay any attention, but she had them all memorized.
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Trevor Mulligan
Who'd ever have thought sitting at a desk all day could beat the living crap out of a guy?
After ten years, the job went from being interesting and exciting to the same damn dull-ass shit, with everybody calling wondering where the fuck their project was, and why wasn't he working on it?
It was enough of a strain that it had taken a big toll on his home life. He had a great life: a perfect wife, a too-smart-for-her-own-good five year old, the house he'd always dreamed of, in the kind of neighborhood he'd always wanted to live in. It was the ideal American Dream.
And he was too whipped by work to enjoy it.
When he and Maya married, they were totally in love with one another, fucking like rabbits whenever they had the chance. No place in the house was out of bounds: the bedroom - hell, all *four* bedrooms, the laundry room, the kitchen, *both* baths, the garage over the hood of her car - with the overhead door open, and even once out in the center of the back yard with the full moon shining overhead.
As the years went on, and work took up more of their energy, it seemed they sort of diverged. Sex became more and more infrequent. Trevor still loved sex with his wife, it just seemed like neither of their drives wanted to sync anymore.
Then one day, on a desperate whim, he stopped at the local adult bookstore and picked up a handful of movies. He'd seen some porn in college, and remembered jacking off to them in the same room as his buddies. There were four of them, and it seemed none of them ever had women in their lives. So they sat around watching porn and taking care of themselves.
Subsequently, Trevor had no real problem with masturbation. And since the sporadic times he was in the mood never seeemed to mesh with Maya's, he found himself taking matters into his own hands more and more often. Maya had even caught him at it, and she didn't seem to mind.
Once in a while, they watched porn together. They both hoped it would lead to something, but while both of them got worked up, it seemed like the movies didn't do quite enough for one or the other of them.
It seemed that Maya really liked the ones where the woman got humiliated and was treated like shit. He could tell that watching the girls on the screen get their nipples clamped and their asses spanked till they were bright red really turned her on. The idea of doing that to Maya didn't really appeal to him, though. Trevor didn't really have a violent bone in his body.
One time, she asked him to spank her, and it was as if she'd slapped him in the face. Hit her? There was no way he could do that. How could she possibly find that arousing? The one video about the boss who made his secretary do all sorts of sick shit really seemed to do it for Maya, but it wasn't anything for him.
Trevor got into the idea of a lot of people fucking at the same time. At least then, there might be the chance of finding someone whose libido was buzzing at the same time his was. There were a couple swinging videos that he really liked, where the couples came in together, then split up and started to play with people other than their spouses. The men found willing holes to fill scattered all over, and occasionally, they even ended up fucking their own wives! It seemed like the more people fucking, the better, even if it was gangbangs, foursomes, orgies, whatever.
There were a couple disks that he'd found that he bought out of curiosity, that he hadn't had the guts to show his wife. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about them, but didn't want Maya to get the wrong idea. One was a video similar to the kind of movies *she* liked, but the woman dominated the guy, another was a group thing, which is why he bought it in the first place, but the guys not only fucked the girl, they fucked each other. He kept these tucked deeply away in the bowling bag he'd inherited from his father. Maya never looked in it, hell, he'd never actually bowled in his life. Maya had asked him why he kept it, and Trevor told her it was the only time he and his dad really spent any time together when he was little: When his dad was bowling with his league. His father died of cancer when Trevor was fourteen, and the bowling ball was the only thing that *really* meant anything to him.
It had got to the point where Maya just didn't like to watch the movies anymore, either. Trevor wished they'd at least sit down and do *something * together, or at least talk occasionally. It seemed like they seldom did *that* much anymore, either.
Maya then one evening announced that they were going over to somebody-or-other's for dinner. He just said, "Okay." While he watched his wife look back down to her lesson plans, he could see her cleavage down her low-cut top. He remembered the day when he'd simply put her book aside, remove her top and bra, and place his cock between her ample tits and fuck them until he exploded.
That was the worst part about the whole deal, the remembering how it used to be...
Hopefully someday, they'd manage to turn it around and find some manner of pleasure again, because it seemed like all that was happening was that they were pulling further apart.
So, he waited for the night the dinner party came. In the meantime, he popped another disk in the player...
Who'd ever have thought sitting at a desk all day could beat the living crap out of a guy?
After ten years, the job went from being interesting and exciting to the same damn dull-ass shit, with everybody calling wondering where the fuck their project was, and why wasn't he working on it?
It was enough of a strain that it had taken a big toll on his home life. He had a great life: a perfect wife, a too-smart-for-her-own-good five year old, the house he'd always dreamed of, in the kind of neighborhood he'd always wanted to live in. It was the ideal American Dream.
And he was too whipped by work to enjoy it.
When he and Maya married, they were totally in love with one another, fucking like rabbits whenever they had the chance. No place in the house was out of bounds: the bedroom - hell, all *four* bedrooms, the laundry room, the kitchen, *both* baths, the garage over the hood of her car - with the overhead door open, and even once out in the center of the back yard with the full moon shining overhead.
As the years went on, and work took up more of their energy, it seemed they sort of diverged. Sex became more and more infrequent. Trevor still loved sex with his wife, it just seemed like neither of their drives wanted to sync anymore.
Then one day, on a desperate whim, he stopped at the local adult bookstore and picked up a handful of movies. He'd seen some porn in college, and remembered jacking off to them in the same room as his buddies. There were four of them, and it seemed none of them ever had women in their lives. So they sat around watching porn and taking care of themselves.
Subsequently, Trevor had no real problem with masturbation. And since the sporadic times he was in the mood never seeemed to mesh with Maya's, he found himself taking matters into his own hands more and more often. Maya had even caught him at it, and she didn't seem to mind.
Once in a while, they watched porn together. They both hoped it would lead to something, but while both of them got worked up, it seemed like the movies didn't do quite enough for one or the other of them.
It seemed that Maya really liked the ones where the woman got humiliated and was treated like shit. He could tell that watching the girls on the screen get their nipples clamped and their asses spanked till they were bright red really turned her on. The idea of doing that to Maya didn't really appeal to him, though. Trevor didn't really have a violent bone in his body.
One time, she asked him to spank her, and it was as if she'd slapped him in the face. Hit her? There was no way he could do that. How could she possibly find that arousing? The one video about the boss who made his secretary do all sorts of sick shit really seemed to do it for Maya, but it wasn't anything for him.
Trevor got into the idea of a lot of people fucking at the same time. At least then, there might be the chance of finding someone whose libido was buzzing at the same time his was. There were a couple swinging videos that he really liked, where the couples came in together, then split up and started to play with people other than their spouses. The men found willing holes to fill scattered all over, and occasionally, they even ended up fucking their own wives! It seemed like the more people fucking, the better, even if it was gangbangs, foursomes, orgies, whatever.
There were a couple disks that he'd found that he bought out of curiosity, that he hadn't had the guts to show his wife. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about them, but didn't want Maya to get the wrong idea. One was a video similar to the kind of movies *she* liked, but the woman dominated the guy, another was a group thing, which is why he bought it in the first place, but the guys not only fucked the girl, they fucked each other. He kept these tucked deeply away in the bowling bag he'd inherited from his father. Maya never looked in it, hell, he'd never actually bowled in his life. Maya had asked him why he kept it, and Trevor told her it was the only time he and his dad really spent any time together when he was little: When his dad was bowling with his league. His father died of cancer when Trevor was fourteen, and the bowling ball was the only thing that *really* meant anything to him.
It had got to the point where Maya just didn't like to watch the movies anymore, either. Trevor wished they'd at least sit down and do *something * together, or at least talk occasionally. It seemed like they seldom did *that* much anymore, either.
Maya then one evening announced that they were going over to somebody-or-other's for dinner. He just said, "Okay." While he watched his wife look back down to her lesson plans, he could see her cleavage down her low-cut top. He remembered the day when he'd simply put her book aside, remove her top and bra, and place his cock between her ample tits and fuck them until he exploded.
That was the worst part about the whole deal, the remembering how it used to be...
Hopefully someday, they'd manage to turn it around and find some manner of pleasure again, because it seemed like all that was happening was that they were pulling further apart.
So, he waited for the night the dinner party came. In the meantime, he popped another disk in the player...
