'Til Death do us Part

[chanaud]

Closed for my husband!

I, Lynn Marie Anderson , take thee, Daniel Brian Murphy,
To be my lawfully wedded husband,
Secure in the knowledge that you will be
My constant friend,
My faithful partner in life,
And my one true love.

And on this special day,
I give to you
In the presence of God and all these witnesses
My sacred promise to stay by your side as your faithful wife
In sickness and in health
In joy and in sorrow, as well as
Through the good times and the bad.

I further promise to love you without reservation,
Comfort you in times of distress,
Encourage you to achieve all of your goals,
Laugh with you and cry with you,
Grow with you in mind and spirit,
Always be open and honest with you,
And cherish you til death do us part

_______________________________________
Exactly Seven Years Later:

Lynn woke with a start. January 15th. The date screamed at her like a screeching alarm clock.

She hopped out of bed, padded across the cold wooden floors and opened her palm pilot. With just a touch of the wand, the date opened to January 15th. Nothing. Nothing notable, that is. Just a lunch appointment with a computer software rep who’s dying to sign with her company.

Perplexed, she sat at the desk and ran her fingers through her tousled auburn locks. What could possibly woke her with such a start, she wondered. Certainly something had.

A loud snore distracted from the palm pilot to the bed. It was Daniel her husband. He was lying on his stomach, hugging a pillow, and dead to the world. Lynn wondered briefly how late he was up trying to write his book. That damn book! The very thought of that book was enough to drive her mad. He has been working on that novel for five years now, and has no intention on finishing it. Sure it was Lynn who had jumped at his idea and had even encouraged him to resign his firm to follow through on his dream of becoming a writer. But it’s been five friggin long years. She had no idea it would take this long. She figured she would be lapping in the luxury of his success by now.

Lynn watched him sleeping fitfully. Despite the glimmering path of drool from his mouth, he was still handsome, she had to admit. But his lack of motivation and his intent to live under her success was enough to turn her off.

A strange sound between his snores made Lynn peer closer. Then it hit her. The pungent gas was enough to make her run to the bathroom and slam the door.

 

[darrenfate]

Bitch!

How dare she start whining before he even woke up! He was an artist didn’t she see that? Hell, others did. Artists don’t care about money, artists don’t care about anything but their art. Things had gotten bad, very bad at home. One of these days he would leave her, it wasn’t an if anymore, just a when. Today was not the day.

She dressed quickly, she was late as usual. She raced around and grabbed her keys, then paused at the door.

You need to get a job. A real job. This book writing thing isn’t working we need to pay the bills and you don’t give a damn. If anything ever happened to me we are fucked. We have no savings. We would lose the house, the car, everything. I didn’t sign up for this. I never said I’d support you. We are losing money every month. Our expenses can’t be cut any more. Get a job. Today. Flipping burgers if you must.

My book is almost done. Another few weeks or a month and it will be ready to send out. I can’t lose focus now.

FOCUS ! Haven’t you heard a damn thing I said?

Go to work. We’ll discuss it tonight. You are late already. The judge will be waiting. The trial can’t begin without the court stenographer. Go.

He often wondered whether she was having an affair with the judge. She had been assigned to his court for the past four years, ample time for an affair to blossom. She was such a lousy fuck though that even if the judge had fucked her, he was sure it would have been a one time thing, Poor, sorry bitch.

She slammed the door on the way out. He heard the tires squeal down the driveway and she was off. Idly, he wondered if she would get in a wreck. That might solve everything. He did have 200K in life insurance on her.

Stop thinking like that, he admonished himself. He may hate her, but he had loved her once. He felt empty, totally without any motivation to write. He needed some props, and knew exactly who to go see. His muse.

He dressed quickly and drove over to Jill’s apartment. It was still before 9am, Jill wouldn’t be out yet. She worked nights, bartending at the Salty Dog, in fact that was were they had met. He knocked and waited. The door flew open and there she stood. Sleepy, but smiling from ear to ear. Dressed in soft pajama bottoms and a cotton top that didn’t hide her nipples.

Hello there stranger! Long time no see … at least since last night! You look upset, maybe I can help … she gushed, and gave him a big kiss while pulling him inside her room. She closed the door and pushed him against it.

Hey babe, I don’t deserve you …

Oh what is it that you deserve Mr. Author? Another kiss? Or maybe something more like this …

She dropped to her knees, and unzipped his jeans. Without preamble she popped his soft cock in her mouth. He pulled her top off, he loved to watch her breasts move as she sucked him off. In no time at all he was hard. She kept sucking, and he knew that she wanted him to cum in her mouth, something that he was only too happy to do.

When was the last time “the bitch” had done this? Months, maybe longer. Funny, his wife didn’t have a first name anymore. She was just “the bitch”. When they ever had sex it was always in the missionary position, and it never took more than 10 minutes. Her ass had been strictly forbidden.

On the other hand, sex with Jill was heaven. He watched as she started sucking him harder, her baby brown eyes looking up at him, and when their eyes met she smiled.

OMG … I’m cumming he shouted – then he let loose. She buried him in all the way in as wave after wave of his jism shot down her throat. Only when he started to get soft again did she stop sucking and rise.

There! Feel better?

Hell yes! You are incredible babe!

So what are your plans for the rest of the day?

She rose and walked away to the kitchen to make coffee. He watched the soft sway of her round ass as she walked.

Mmmmm I suddenly have something in mind, Jill.

You have such a dirty mind, I think that I can guess what it is.

Jill, with you I like being predictable. I also love that you are an insatiable slut!

With a single pull those yellow duck pajamas slid to the floor. There would be no writing today …

 

[Soleil]

Jill

On her hands and knees, Jill swayed her ass, teasing him to no end. She knew that’s what he wanted, he couldn’t resist her that way. He couldn’t get enough of what he called, ‘the perfect view’.

“Ohhhhhhh…” He groaned, sinking deep into her wet pussy.

Jill started her groans and motions. It was so much easier that way, even when she wasn’t in the mood, like this morning.

“Oh my God, you’re huge today,” Jill screamed aloud, tossing her blonde waves back. Inspired by her actions, Daniel grabbed her hips and started battering her pussy.

Jesus! She thought. They must have had another fight this morning. She could always tell. He never wanted to face her when they fucked, and he was more amorous than normal. For some reason, he got off on their fights. He stated he hated his wife, but Jill knew men. She’s been with all kinds – tall, short, fat, skinny, successful, and deadbeats. She knew that deep down inside, Daniel still loved his wife. He came to her because Jill allowed him to. She sought him out though he thinks the opposite. She already knew who he was -- the husband of the woman who works for the the judge who’s trying her case. Good thing Daniel was vulnerable at the time. He was child’s play.

“Take it, bitch. Take it all!!!” He yelled out as he poured copious amounts of semen deep inside her womb.

Exhausted he fell off her and passed out in a deep sleep.

After showering, Jill stood over Daniel in a fetal position, murmuring Lynn’s name. It was time, she thought. Today will be the day. The judge is going to receive the pictures.

“Baby… Danny Baby…” Jill shook him.

“Lynn?” He answered in his sleep.

“No, darlin’.” She shook him harder.

His eyes blinked rapidly, trying to focus to the voice. In a quick second, realization hit him.

“Hey babe.”

“Time to go home. darlin’.” She smiled, her eyes remained flat.

“Wha? What time is it? Did I sleep the day away?” Sitting up, his hand pulled back his wavy hair to clear the cobwebs away.

“It’s still early. I just have some errands to run,” she said, throwing his pants at him.

 

[chanaud]

Lynn

Court Stenographer! Good God, she knew Daniel didn’t respect her, or her career, but for god’s sake does he even realize that without her job, and the graciousness of Judge Roberts they would be out on the streets by now. And what about the grand gift from her parents. They handed over a blank check for their house, a wedding present, so they can get a head start in life.

Their house was too grand for a newlywed, but Daniel insisted. He said their love deserved the best, and besides he was soon to be partner at Grant & Grant. His father in law had to partner him. What would the public think of Senior Murphy out casting his favorite daughter’s new husband. It wouldn’t look good, would it? Lynn felt guilty. She never wanted to take advantage of her parent’s gift, but she couldn’t resist him, and she filled in all the five zero’s behind the seven, an outrageous price for a fixer upper.

Lynn was busy all day. Though Judge Roberts hired her as a favor to his long time friend, her father, and regarded her as a daughter, he didn’t make it easy on her. He filled her day with long assignments, mostly research for upcoming cases. She was grateful. She didn’t want special treatment, or anybody to think she was hired for her name only.

As she walked along the walls of Judge Roberts private law library, a nagging feeling kept distracting her. She was missing something. Something important. But what? Nothing was noted on her palm pilot, or her desk calendar. Was it something for work? No, it couldn’t be. It was something else…

“Lynn,” a hushed whisper called her from behind.

“Hi, Nora.” She greeted the elder secretary with a frown.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, but you have a visitor.”

“Can you ask him or her to make an appointment. I have to find the rulings on the upcoming Slater case.”

“It’s your husband.”

“Daniel?”

“Do you have another husband?” The stern face attempted a joke.

“No, I guess not.” Lynn frowned. What could possibly bring Daniel here? Probably needs more money. Lynn sighed. Her monthly trust fund deposit wasn’t due until next week. He will just have to wait.

“Show him in, please.”

 

[darrenfate]

DANIEL

Lynn Marie, thanks for seeing me. You know I wouldn't see you at work if it wasn't important. This is. Hey is that new?

Daniel pointed to a gold medallion around her neck. It looked catholic, some kind of saint standing next to a tree. Could be any one of them as far as Daniel knew. The pantheon of catholic saints was endless. Still, it looked new, and more important, expensive.

Lynn just glared at him deliberately ignoring his question and said -

Daniel, go ahead and tell me what you want. One of us has paid work to do.

That crack was below the belt babe. You know money is tight, and I want to know why the hell you'd buy such a frivolous gift for yourself now.

I didn't buy it.

No, then who gave it to you?

What do you want, damn you !

Money. I need to buy some things for my work.

So buy them already, you don't need me.

Actually, I do. I need $ 200. The printer's dead and I need another. The money in our joint checking account is gone, and the credit card in is maxed out.

You know that money was supposed to last you all month. Its only the 20th. I don't want to take the money out of my savings, that's why your name isn't on that account. Its all we have, and it's precious little at that.

Look its my work.

UNPAID so called "work", you mean.

That was low. I still need the money, and I'm not leaving until I get it.

Just then Nora walked in.

Is everything all right Lynn? The judge is looking for you.

It's fine Nora, tell him I'll be right in.

Angrily she pulled out her Wells Fargo checkbook and dashed out a check. She handed it to Daniel who kissed it derisively. Lynn growled -

Now go!

I'm gone babe. We'll continue this discussion later, when you WILL tell me where you got the medal. Oh, don't be late tonight, we need to leave by seven, remember? Tonight was your damn idea after all.

Whistling, Daniel left the office, happy to get what he wanted once again that day. That printer lie had been a good one. Irrefutable. The 200 should pay his bar tab for another 10 days, after that he'd have to go back to Jill giving him free drinks. Still, for a little while he could feel like a regular man instead of a leech.

He thought about Jill then, with her mouth around his cock and her long blonde hair pulled back while she sucked him off. He began to get hard again. He wondered where she had gone off to. He'd damn sure like to fuck her again.

Then he thought of a surprise. he should go to the video store and rent a porn movie. Jill had always said it would be fun to dress and fuck exactly as the movie characters did. Maybe a little "Lust Crazed Cheerleader meets Basketball star" action was in order! He wondered whether he might find a basketball uniform at Goodwill ...