Divorce and Desserts

Melody POV

Where is he? I thought to myself as I walked around my SUV. He promised to be here and help. Mike, my husband, was nowhere to be seen. I sighed and shrugged. It was hard enough having to load the ten bags of flour by myself, but now I was going to have to bring them into the bakery as well. I would have tried the mate bond to contact him, but he had been ignoring me more than usual lately.

Our bond was not really stable to begin with, not being fated mates and all. I had hoped though that Mike was truthful to me when he persued me those three years ago. Fresh out of culinary school and with some money saved to open my bakery, Mike had been one of my first customers- and my first lover. He claimed that even though we weren’t fated, he would persue me to the ends of the earth.

Two months later; and I finally caved under the full moon during a rut for him. It was not my intention to lose my virginity that night, but something had made me feel wound up that evening during the pack run. Mike just happened to be nearby when I couldn’t take the itch anymore.

Under the full moon, we had rutted our brains out for hours on a starlit patch of grass. It might have been my first time, but Mike had been gentle at first. His dick was a decent size too, I had thought at the time. And Mike had no issue performing, especially during the rut. But something had been missing.

Now after three years, I was tired and always disappointed in Mike. It was like after we tied the knot- I was of no use to him anymore. It was almost like he had enjoyed the chase more than he enjoyed me. Our sex life was all but existent anymore. Up until two months ago, at least he would get the urge to bend me over and go to town on an all day session of love maybe twice a month if I was lucky. He always finished way before I could even orgasm- leaving me wanting and annoyed as he would pass out almost instantly.

Now with a two month dry spell- and barely even a kiss on the cheek here or there, I was strung up on need and tired from working to cover his shift in the bakery as well.

I went to the back door of the bakery and propped it open. Maybe I could get Tiffany to help me. Her best friend’s car was parked in its usual spot near the dumpster. It wasn’t her shift to work the counter today, but maybe she was just stopping in for a cookie or something.

Picking up the first fourty pound bag of flour, I made my way into the back of the store and to the storage room.

At first, I thought I heard some muffled voices from somewhere in the bakery, maybe it was a customer out front with the cashier. I made my way to the storage door and pushed it open.

“Oh, God! Mike, Harder!” I stood still, shocked at the sight in front of me. On the pallet of sugar to the side, Mike and Tiffany were hard at work on each other. Mike’s ass bounced up and down as Tiffany’s legs were spread to either side of his hips, garishly up in the air like she was a paid p**n star. The wet sounds of slapping filled the air as Mike grunted away inside my friend.

“Mike?” I gasped shocked. The bag of flour I was carrying was forgotten as I dropped it from my grasp. It hit the floor with an audible thud as the bag split and flour permeated the air.

Mike and Tiffany stopped immediately and tried to cover themselves. Mikes penis bobbed about, swaying back and forth as he scrambled to cover himself. Flour was starting to gather on every surface, including his penis. It dusted it like a fresh layer of snow, mixing with the wet after effects of sex.

“Babe, it’s not what it looks like…” Mike stammered as he pulled up his pants.

“Not what it looks like?! Not what it looks like! Oh, so you’re not fucking with my best friend over the sugar for the store?” I shouted at the top of my voice. “ No wonder you haven’t wanted to touch me, you fat pig! And you, Tiffany, what the fuck?! You were supposed to be my best friend who I counted on, and here you are shagging my husband!”

Tiffany scoffed, “ Best friend? yeah right. The only reason I have ever been around is for Mike. He would’ve been with me sooner, but he needed to get you out of his system first. Fuck, I even snuck you an aphrodisiac those three years ago so you would finally give yourself up. Then he feels guilty because you were a virgin and of course he had to marry you to make it right. Now after three years, I’m finally taking my Mike back you cow. He has always been my fated mate!” Tiffany’s face was red from yelling, matching mine from anger.

My two staff members from the kitchen and the front of the store had gathered behind me and watch the spectacle. The flour had finally settled down and the mess was everywhere.

“You drugged me!?” I was in shock. It all made sense now. I had never had the need to take anyone before that night, and Mike had never really been her type. The only real reason we had even married was because of the taboo in wolf culture. Taking a virgin on a full moon was considered proposing and swearing an oath to mate after. No one really followed that now days, but most of the pack was more traditional than anything.

I hung my head. Of course I was blind and naïve back then, fresh out of high school- straight to college- and never really making any friends. “Get the fuck out.” I whispered dejectedly. Mike began to stammer. “No, no excuses. I Melody Swanson, reject you Micheal Swanson, as my mate and spouse.” The sting hurt; but I knew it was worth it. “Accept it Mike; I’m never going to take you back.”

Mike flinched as the bond broke from my end. “But, Babe, I love you.”

“Shut it Mike, screw you and screw your whore Tiffany.”

Tiffany scoffed, “Just do it Mike, I’ve waited long enough for you. She’s had her turn and now it’s our turn for happiness.” She gushed at Mike in a sickeningly sweet voice. It was ridiculous seeing her covered in flour and halfway naked in the bakery.

Mike sighed dejectedly. “I, Micheal Swanson, accept the rejection.”

The bond snapped again, bringing Mike and me to our knees. I was quicker to recover and stood up. “Now get the fuck out of my bakery. I’ll send a lawyer to Tiffany’s later this week. And Mike?”

“Yah, Babe?” He asked hopeful.

“Don’t you dare go to my house, it was my dad’s. You can get your shit on Saturday.” With that, Tiffany and Mike dusted themselves off as best they could and rearranged their clothing. They left together out of the propped open back door. I stood in silence for another second, then turned around. My staff were still standing and watching me.

“Time get back to work, the show’s over.” I felt like shit as I addressed my employees, well the two that I had left now. “Jim, Heather, can you give me a hand cleaning this up? And let’s add new sugar to the next list too. All of that can go in the dumpster.” I gestured to the seven stacked bags of sugar on their pallet.

“Yes, Chef.” They both complied as I went to the wash station for the broom and mop. This was going to be a long ass week for me, and it was only Monday.