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‘Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven- ‘ She counted in her mind as he roughly thrust inside of her. She couldn’t bear to hear him grunt and growl in her ear so she wore tiny ear muffs to block his unpleasant sounds.

‘Thirty-nine, forty-‘ She was stunned he even made it that far. He went rigid above her as he felt his penis pulsate inside her. He growled lowly releasing his cum inside her, she could feel it fill her causing her to sigh softly glad he was done. The man grunted heavily, falling on top of his stoic wife.

He stayed still, inside her, she removed the muffs from her ears and scowled at the man on top of her; then she heard snores. “Fucking bastard.” She sighed and pushed him to the side where he curled himself pulling the silk sheets around his figure.

She looked at him and rolled her eyes, all he did was selfishly satisfy himself and as a wife, she fulfilled that duty without question. She was, however, sick of him. So sick that she nearly spat in his face each time he wanted to fuck her.

She grunted and got off the bed naked, “I guess I’ll have to do it on my own.” She sighed and walked toward her oak dressing mirror and pulled one of the drawers back. She grabbed a small black vibrator that had become her companion most nights.

She looked back at her sleeping husband and shook her head; she made her way out of their bedroom and walked down the hall to their guest room. The door soundlessly opened the door and switched on the lighting. She was still aroused and ached for a release. A release her husband seemingly stopped giving her.

There was a time when their love was steaming, their sex fun and captivating. Back in their College years, in their twenties. They had tried all the Kamasutra styles in the glossary and even attempted new styles. Her friends envied her sex life. Micah, her husband was appealing, all the girls threw themselves at his feet, literally, almost idolizing him. Only, he wanted Elodie. Elodie was a beautiful woman, she acknowledged that fact. She stood at about 6’4 tall, when she wore heels she towered over Micah. Her physique was also admirable, she worked out daily and was mindful of what she consumed. She turned heads when she walked inside a room. Her hair was black, and long, it went past her arse. She usually tied it flat back in a tight bun and not a single strand fell out of place. Her face was thinly structured, her jaw not the sharpest but lovely all the same. Her lips were full, plump, and always glistened. Her neck was long and resembled those of models.

It was love at first sight for the two, Micah prided himself in his flirting skills and charm, he courted Elodie until she finally agreed to be his girlfriend. He knew she came from a wealthy family but, that was not his intention. He only saw the woman behind the expensive housing and luxury at her beckon. That was until they got married, she finally saw him for what he was. A manipulative arse, an abusive prick, and a greedy son-of-a-bitch who wanted nothing but power. He was hungry for power; he would do anything to climb up the stairs; even affiliate himself with illegal businesses so he could increase his power.

There was nothing she could do as he seemingly fooled everyone with his ‘charisma’. Even Elodie’s parents were fooled and entrapped by his charm. However, Elodea’s best friend saw through him, after all, she was the Chief of Financial Operations at ‘The Gates Tech Company’, one of the biggest technology companies in the world run by Micah Gates and his wife Elodie Gates. Her best friend saw him lay his hands on her one evening when everyone had locked up at the office. She watched as Elodie cowered back in fright as his calloused hand, made contact with Elodie’s cheeks. She was on the verge of breaking the man’s nose were it not for Elodie holding her back. He promised to ‘deal’ with them both if they ever tried to get in his way.

Elodie sighed contently as she lowered the vibrator at high power to her clit, the sensation made her jerk forward and throw her head back. She moaned loudly pressing it further on her, her other hand groped her boobs, she pinched her erect nipple, and momentarily closed her legs at the sensations it evoked. She lowered her hand and played with her pussy, she heaved feeling the familiar tightness in her stomach. She prodded her entrance and groaned, “Oh, fuck!” She moaned as she started thrusting her fingers inside of her. The vibrations from the vibrator on her clit, and her slender fingers hitting inside her drove her wild. Her eyes widened, her mouth hanging open as she reached her peak. She fell back onto the bed exhausted, her fingers slowing down inside of her. She sighed pulling them out, she removed the vibrator and sighed again.

Elodie lay on the bed feeling tired, she glanced to the side and noticed it was two o’clock in the morning. She sighed and set the alarm to wake her up after an hour. She rarely slept on their matrimonial bed, not with the man who ruined her life. She slid under the silk sheets and closed her eyes, exhaustion catching up on her.

She woke up an hour later and decided to walk back into their bedroom, she scoffed when she saw him sprawled out on the bed naked; unaware his wife wasn’t even beside him. She quickly walked into their bathroom; turned the swan-shaped faucet on and let warm water fill in the marble tub. She willed herself to pour her scented bubble bath soap into the water and lit eucalyptus-scented candles. She needed to relax her stiffened muscles.

She lowered herself into the tub sighing as she felt herself loosen up, she soaked for about twenty minutes until the water started getting cold. She washed and rinsed off, she got out of the tub, wrapped a soft towel around her body, and wrapped another around her hair. She walked out of the bathroom, her wet feet leaving imprints on the floor. She walked to her wardrobe and skimmed through her selections. First, she started with the trouser section and picked out a pair of grey official trousers. She looked through the rest of the selections and picked appropriate sets to match the grey trousers. She got dressed and took care of her hair, oiling it before she tied it like she usually did.

Elodie glanced at her snoring husband and sighed heavily, she grabbed her phone and briefcase and walked out of the room, through the empty hallway, and down the stairs. She walked out the door of their home and to their garage, she was leaving for work at past three in the morning. It was a routine for her, one she sustained to lessen her encounters with her husband.