Spice is Nice... (closed)
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Daisy lay back, pressing her thighs together, still trembling from her orgasm. Jim lay beside her, catching his breath, looking at the ceiling. It had been 26 days since the last time they'd made love, and she bit her lip, trying to keep her emotions in. When they had first married, they had rarely gone 26 hours without fucking, grabbing each other and going at it at the drop of a hat practically every day, sometimes two or three times. It had been amazing, intense, and of course it couldn't last. At the end of the first month, they had been exhausted.
It had to cool off a little, she knew, but now they hardly did it at all, and when they did, it was awkward. They didn't attack each other in their lust anymore, but made slow, careful, polite love. It was nice. She'd needed to see that gentler side of him, but she wondered what had happened to the man who couldn't resist, who would take her into the bathroom at a party for a sixty second quickie, or push her head down in his lap in the parking lot of a restaurant. She needed that, too, as much as it made her burn with embarrassment to think of it.
She hadn't been a virgin when she met him, but she had never had a man who excited her the way he did. With the others, sex happened when she felt like they'd earned it. With Jim, she had been so horny, so wild, it was like she was a different person. Maybe that person had scared her. She had certainly pulled back. She still wanted Jim like she'd never wanted anyone, but she found herself always finding reasons why they couldn't have sex. Sure, moments like this, she would remember how great it was and tell herself she needed to unlock that part of herself again, but tomorrow, she'd be wearing khaki mom-shorts and a t-shirt as though trying to deny that she was attractive.
She was, she thought, looking at herself in her minds eye. She still had the slender, athletic figure she'd had when she was 20, though the d cup breasts had been an anniversary present. She stayed tan and blonde, groomed perfectly, so she looked like a porn star when she was naked. She sat up and pulled an oversized t shirt on, giving her husband a shy smile.
"Water?" she said, moving towards the stairs.
It had to cool off a little, she knew, but now they hardly did it at all, and when they did, it was awkward. They didn't attack each other in their lust anymore, but made slow, careful, polite love. It was nice. She'd needed to see that gentler side of him, but she wondered what had happened to the man who couldn't resist, who would take her into the bathroom at a party for a sixty second quickie, or push her head down in his lap in the parking lot of a restaurant. She needed that, too, as much as it made her burn with embarrassment to think of it.
She hadn't been a virgin when she met him, but she had never had a man who excited her the way he did. With the others, sex happened when she felt like they'd earned it. With Jim, she had been so horny, so wild, it was like she was a different person. Maybe that person had scared her. She had certainly pulled back. She still wanted Jim like she'd never wanted anyone, but she found herself always finding reasons why they couldn't have sex. Sure, moments like this, she would remember how great it was and tell herself she needed to unlock that part of herself again, but tomorrow, she'd be wearing khaki mom-shorts and a t-shirt as though trying to deny that she was attractive.
She was, she thought, looking at herself in her minds eye. She still had the slender, athletic figure she'd had when she was 20, though the d cup breasts had been an anniversary present. She stayed tan and blonde, groomed perfectly, so she looked like a porn star when she was naked. She sat up and pulled an oversized t shirt on, giving her husband a shy smile.
"Water?" she said, moving towards the stairs.
She stopped in the doorway, frozen by his question. The pleasant afterglow of sex suddenly washed away, leaving her sad, bitter and disappointed. It was how she felt most of the time, but it was different. He had asked the question that they both had probably been thinking about for a long time. She certainly had been. She turned to look at him, feeling her eyes watering and her lip trembling.
"Yes," she said. "I do love you, and I do want to be married to you." She felt hollow, and she knew her words sounded as passionate as a sharp rock. She loved him, fiercely. She'd never known anything like it before, and when he'd asked her to marry him, she didn't even let him finish the question before she said yes. That night had been the most incredible sex of her whole life. Until the night they were married. And the next morning. And the day after that. Somehow, it had all gone wrong. She bit her lip.
"Do you still want to be married?"
"Yes," she said. "I do love you, and I do want to be married to you." She felt hollow, and she knew her words sounded as passionate as a sharp rock. She loved him, fiercely. She'd never known anything like it before, and when he'd asked her to marry him, she didn't even let him finish the question before she said yes. That night had been the most incredible sex of her whole life. Until the night they were married. And the next morning. And the day after that. Somehow, it had all gone wrong. She bit her lip.
"Do you still want to be married?"
"I'm thirsty, Jim," she said, but it was obviously not the point. She was annoyed with him. Did he think it was only her fault that things had cooled off between them? When was the last time he had made an effort? He just moped around and waited for her to need him bad enough to grab his dick, and then he wondered why she wasn't doing it every night. He used to romance her, he used to make her feel like he needed her. Now he made her feel like she owed him.
Then he walked out. She gave a bitter laugh. That was how he was now. Did he want her? Maybe. Did he want to talk about it? No. He delivered the blame and the ultimatum and then he went and got in the shower. He wanted her sexy? He wanted her to be wild? She could do that.
She put on a dress she hadn't worn since before they were married. It was a tiny little red one that hugged her like a second skin. Her tits nearly spilled out the front and it just barely stretched around her ass. It was a stripper dress, plain and simple, and if there was any doubt, it had come with a matching g string. She put that on, too. And the fuck-me red 5" heels that she could barely walk in.
She took a picture of herself in the mirror and then walked out. She got in the car and drove around for a while, and then she sent him the pic.
"Wild enough?" She texted him.
She smiled when she saw the text, and pulled over by the side of the road. At least he was still interested, but until he acknowledged his share of what had gone wrong with their marriage, they weren't going to be able to fix anything.
"She'll be around if the man she fell in love with ever shows up. You might remember him. The guy who made her feel like the center of his universe. I'm not saying I'm leaving you, but if I don't see him, I'm not sure what's going to happen." She sent the message and pulled back out into traffic.
She was another few miles down the road before she realized she was heading towards the place she had first realized she was in love with him.
"She'll be around if the man she fell in love with ever shows up. You might remember him. The guy who made her feel like the center of his universe. I'm not saying I'm leaving you, but if I don't see him, I'm not sure what's going to happen." She sent the message and pulled back out into traffic.
She was another few miles down the road before she realized she was heading towards the place she had first realized she was in love with him.
She walked into Sarah's and people looked up. The lively buzz of conversation died off. Eyes opened wide, wives glared, men fantasized. She had forgotten just how little the dress was. Just how sleazy it made her look. She glanced over her shoulder, but it was too late. Jim was there, getting out of the car. How the hell had he known she would come here?
She took a deep breath and smiled. Let them stare. They might have judged her already, but she knew how people were. They would whisper, some would try to make sure she heard, but most wouldn't dare approach her. Even the ones who would, would need a minute to work up the nerve, and by then, she'd have figured out what the fuck she was going to do.
As she walked towards the booth in the back where she usually sat with Jim, she caught the waitress's eye. She was a middle-aged woman with a bright smile who had a seen-it-all attitude, but even she looked a little shocked. She gave Daisy a confused half-smile and looked a little worried, but Daisy just winked and kept walking. If she acted like she knew what she was doing, she would buy time to figure it out. She sat at the booth with her back to the door, mostly hidden from view by the tall back of the bench.
Jim would be coming in. He wouldn't have come all the way out here to just leave, especially when he'd been so enthusiastic about the picture she sent him. What he did when he came in would let her know he understood where she was coming from, or he'd let her know he didn't have a clue. She let out a breath and realized she was wound so tight she was likely to snap.
She took a deep breath and smiled. Let them stare. They might have judged her already, but she knew how people were. They would whisper, some would try to make sure she heard, but most wouldn't dare approach her. Even the ones who would, would need a minute to work up the nerve, and by then, she'd have figured out what the fuck she was going to do.
As she walked towards the booth in the back where she usually sat with Jim, she caught the waitress's eye. She was a middle-aged woman with a bright smile who had a seen-it-all attitude, but even she looked a little shocked. She gave Daisy a confused half-smile and looked a little worried, but Daisy just winked and kept walking. If she acted like she knew what she was doing, she would buy time to figure it out. She sat at the booth with her back to the door, mostly hidden from view by the tall back of the bench.
Jim would be coming in. He wouldn't have come all the way out here to just leave, especially when he'd been so enthusiastic about the picture she sent him. What he did when he came in would let her know he understood where she was coming from, or he'd let her know he didn't have a clue. She let out a breath and realized she was wound so tight she was likely to snap.
She saw the rose before she looked up at him, and she couldn't help cracking a smile. It was like something snapped inside her. All the resentment and frustration gave out and she remembered the first time they had been here, how nervous they both were, how hopeful, and she couldn't believe they had let it go so far. She looked up at him for a moment and couldn't speak. There was nothing she could say that wouldn't dissolve the little scrap of control that she still had, and turn her into a bawling mess.
She stood up, slipping out of the booth and brushing against him, smoothing her dress down, so her ass didn't hang out. She kissed him softly on the cheek. She was trembling, and she felt the first tears sliding down her cheek.
"I'll be right back," she whispered, though her throat was so tight with emotion, it sounded more like a croak. She gave him a smile and walked quickly towards the bathroom. She didn't latch the door, but went straight to the sink and grabbed paper towels, blotting the tears and trying to put herself back together.
She stood up, slipping out of the booth and brushing against him, smoothing her dress down, so her ass didn't hang out. She kissed him softly on the cheek. She was trembling, and she felt the first tears sliding down her cheek.
"I'll be right back," she whispered, though her throat was so tight with emotion, it sounded more like a croak. She gave him a smile and walked quickly towards the bathroom. She didn't latch the door, but went straight to the sink and grabbed paper towels, blotting the tears and trying to put herself back together.
She had lost most of her mascara, and as soon as she could stop the tears from sliding down her face, she put it back. She reapplied her eyeliner and a bit of powder, still sniffling but not crying anymore. She was just putting her lipstick on when the door opened behind her. She glanced in the mirror and saw Jim.
She tried to say something, to ask him what he was doing in the ladies room, to remind him that they weren't kids, they were married. They had a home and a bed of their very own they could make love in whenever they wanted. It was the middle of the afternoon in a public restroom in a quiet restaurant. Where they were known.
"Jim," was all that came out. She realized how she must look, in the tiny red dress and heels, fixing her make up, leaning over the sink so her ass pushed out for him.
She tried to say something, to ask him what he was doing in the ladies room, to remind him that they weren't kids, they were married. They had a home and a bed of their very own they could make love in whenever they wanted. It was the middle of the afternoon in a public restroom in a quiet restaurant. Where they were known.
"Jim," was all that came out. She realized how she must look, in the tiny red dress and heels, fixing her make up, leaning over the sink so her ass pushed out for him.
The way he kissed her reminded her of when they were first dating. Like he was starving for her, and she remembered how intense his need had been. She remembered how arousing it had been to be needed that way, only now she found herself kissing him back with the same hunger. It had been a little over an hour since they'd finished what passed for making love with them these days, but she was suddenly on fire.
When he broke the kiss and looked in her eyes she gazed up at him, lips parted, breathing hard, her eyes wide. She heard the sounds coming from the dining room, and she blushed. People had certainly seen her walk back here. Had they seen him? Would they wonder why he went in the ladies room?
"You shouldn't be in here," she said, with absolutely no conviction.
When he broke the kiss and looked in her eyes she gazed up at him, lips parted, breathing hard, her eyes wide. She heard the sounds coming from the dining room, and she blushed. People had certainly seen her walk back here. Had they seen him? Would they wonder why he went in the ladies room?
"You shouldn't be in here," she said, with absolutely no conviction.
She gave a little gasp as he lifted her off her feet and pinned her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him and moaned as his fingers began to explore her. He pulled the front of her dress down and began to lick her nipples as his fingers slid into her slippery pussy.
"Yessss," she moaned, her hips pumping against his hand.
"Yessss," she moaned, her hips pumping against his hand.
As if he had been waiting for her to give him permission, he pushed her onto her feet, spun her around and bent her over the sink. Without a word, he sunk his cock into her, and she gasped as he stretched her open.
He saw a thing for him to use, she realized. With her face pressed up against the mirror and his thrusts banging her thighs against the edge of the sink, she found herself wondering if it was as easy as putting on a dress to make him want her like this. She wondered what she could put him on to make him love her again.
He saw a thing for him to use, she realized. With her face pressed up against the mirror and his thrusts banging her thighs against the edge of the sink, she found herself wondering if it was as easy as putting on a dress to make him want her like this. She wondered what she could put him on to make him love her again.
