Alice2015
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"Never The Twain Shall Meet"
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Alice stirred and blinked her eyes to life. She could hear her husband in the adjacent bathroom preparing for work, despite it being Sunday. She vaguely recalled Jeff telling her that there had been an issue at the studio and everyone was being called in for whatever reason.
She stared up at the high, vaulted ceilings of the bedroom she'd shared with her husband for now over a decade. She'd loved this room once, back after they'd first been married. They'd spent a lot of time in here. Fucking. Cuddling. Whispering sweet nothings. Fucking.
Things had changed. They weren't the same, loving, erotic couple they were before and shortly after they'd exchanged their vows. Alice didn't know when it had happened. Maybe there hadn't been a specific when. Maybe it had happened slowly over a long time without her even realizing it. Making love nearly every day, sometimes more than once, had slipped to twice a week. Then once a week. Then once a month. Then less. Now, all they did in here was sleep and get ready for work.
That, of course, had been the downfall of their love life. Work. They both worked. They both worked too hard.
As she stared at the hand textured ceiling, Alice tried to remember the last time her husband had been inside her. New Year's Eve, a night celebrated by most couples with sex? No. Jeff had had some music industry thing that night. Christmas? Another celebratory time with personal presents shared by lovers? No again. Alice had had to fly home to Seattle to supervise the close of merger that had threatened to drag on into the new year. Thanksgiving? No again. They'd had overnight guests all weekend long. How about the many days between those holidays? Again, nope. Something, more often than not work, had gotten in the way.
So, no sex in November or December or since then either. After ten years of marriage, a couple of months with sex might not be unusual for some couples. But it was June! Late June! Had it really been since before Turkey Day, seven months ago?
No! Eleven months ago! Alice's brain screamed in silent despair as she suddenly remembered the last time she and her husband had enjoyed ecstasy together. Marti! The last time Alice and Jeff had had sex was at her younger sister's weeding. It had been the first week of August. The romance of the moment, the memories of their own wedding, the lust such thoughts created. That had been enough to send Alice and Jeff off looking for some badly needed privacy. They'd slipped away to the preacher's office of all places and fucked right there on his couch. He'd driven her to three orgasms over 10 minutes, something they hadn't enjoyed since their first couple of years of marriage.
It's Sunday for Christ's sake! Alice thought to herself. Sundays are for staying home, eating breakfast in your robe, reading the entertainment news or Wall Street Journal, and fucking!
She tossed back the bedding, stood, and shed her comfy, cotton jammies and sleeping underwear. Naked, she snatched a bottle of mouthwash from her lamp table and rinsed away her morning breath. She swallowed the minty liquid with a grimace, then wiped the fronts of her teeth with a handkerchief from her husband's dresser. She heard the soles of Jeff's shoes moving about the bathroom and knew he was about to exit. Quickly she leaped back into the bed and struck a pose that barely hid her still incredible womanly features.