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.