My Ex, My Doom

Her breathing was faster now. She couldn’t help herself. The surface wasn’t enough. She slid her delicate fingers through her big lips. It was tight around her fingers... but warm, and it was wet. Very wet.

Masked in the juiciness of her pussy, she kept going in, adding another finger and then another, filling her up even more.

The cold, tingling sensation of the shower teased her nakedness and made her body even more sensitive. Her perky nipples pointed upward, caressed by the emptiness of the air.

Mia was in her own world, though she could still hear his voice over the speaker as he groaned from the 200 kg dumbbell he was lifting. His deep, masculine, broken voice—which always made her succumb to his control—repeated over and over again. It was his recent video upload, and no, she wasn’t stalking him. She just happened to receive notifications of his every I*******m post.

His voice was her weakness. It was her trigger. Electric waves jolted through her just when he groaned even louder, and she knew she wanted more of him—more of it.

She aggressively pulled the shower head from where it hung, sliding the long, thick handle through her. She was already dripping wet. That’s why the sexual object slipped right in, filling up her tight pussy. She took it all.

It was cold, and it had some texture on the sides. The self-made sex toy caressed her walls, tickling the softness of her pussy—her wet pussy. She pulled it out and pushed it back in. She did it again. And again, getting faster with every thrust.

She screamed. She had never felt this much pleasure since the last time. She pulled on her nipples again, tightening them as she fucked herself with the fast rhythm, the head, teasing her clits with every thud.

Fuck… Yes!

Then it all stopped!

Everything faded at the sound of the doorbell.

“Coming!”

Her scream came mostly from the frustration over the incomplete moment she was experiencing and the disgust over who was surely at the door. Rushing to put off the repeating groans of his gym video upload, she covered her nakedness with a towel and rushed to open the door for her husband.

“Mia. How many times have I told you? No towels at the door. What if it wasn’t me?” Rick walked in, shoving his suitcase at Mia, who was still fluttering from the tingles in her pussy.

She shut the door, and before she could respond, Rick went again. “I got us groceries for dinner and breakfast tomorrow. I also got you cucumbers, which you love. Tell me I am the best husband in the world.”

Mia muttered inaudible words under her breath and disappeared into the bedroom. But Rick didn’t stop there, as he sat back into the furniture in the living room.

“Did I tell you about my case? The one about the bad guy... I know I never really told you much. But you’d want to know that I won. The bad guy’s in the cage, baby.”

When he got no response from the busy Mia in the bedroom, he continued straining his voice to be heard through the walls. “So it came in yesterday. Matt told me, but I didn’t believe him. The court ruled on the final verdict. He’s going to prison. El Patricio is finally going to prison. After months of….”

“Who’s going to prison?” Mia shot out of the room, now properly dressed in jeans and a top.

“What do you mean by who?”

“I mean the bad guy that you said…”

“El Patricio?”

“Yes, him! Isn’t he part of a gang named er-Blood Brotherhood…”

“Yeah. That’s right. How do you know about them?”

Quickly flashing a fake smile to cover something up, she inserted, “From the news.”

“Come on Mia, you don’t have to be ashamed. I know that you HAVE been listening to me even though you act like you don’t.”

Mia rolled her eyes, and turned on the TV and left to the kitchen.

“Where are you going now?”

“To begin making dinner for your potatoes, which apparently makes you feel Irish.” She said from the kitchen.

“Are you teasing me now?”

“Why would you ever think that?”

Rick got up from the living room, and came to Mia, wrapping his hands around her waist and kissing her neck.

Mia moaned lightly to his kiss. “What are you doing, Rick?” He didn’t say a word and kept nibbling on her ear and neck. Then his phone rang. And he stopped.

Mia felt disappointed as he left her to get his phone. After he was done with his phone call, Mia expected that he’d return. And he did, just for a different reason.

“Hey baby. Matt just called. He’s asked me to take a look at some documents. There's a possibility that El Patricio might be moved to a federal prison. Some documents…”

“I… don’t…” Mia cut in with a confused look as she turned to face him.

“Yes, I’m sorry. I know you don’t understand what I am saying.”

Mia smiled.

“What I am saying is that I will be extra busy from now until sometime later in the evening. So when dinner’s ready, you can just bring it to the study. I’ll be eating there tonight.”

“You mean every night” She returned to what she was doing

“Don’t make it sound like I never eat at the table.”

“But you never do.” A chuckle was audible in her tone while she kept a straight face.

“Mia…”

“I understand. You are busy. It’s a big case. It’s important. More important than me…”

“Baby…”

Mia dropped the knife sharply leaving no doubts about her anger, then she walked out on him. Rick let out a sigh before he called out to her. “I’ll be gone then. I love you.”

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The sun soon sank into the horizon, and the cold night seeped through the windows. Rick, as usual, was cuddled up in his Peter Rabbit pajamas with his phone in his hands. Mia laid beside him still in her jeans and tees. She stared at him, and when she couldn’t take it any longer, she started.

“Do you think we’re okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, look at us. Look at you. Are you happy?”

“Of course I’m happy. What do you mean by that question? Aren’t you happy?” He dropped his phone on the bedside table and turned to face her. The look on her face made him worried, so he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. That’s what’s wrong. Nothing at all is happening between us.”

“Baby, I already told you. I’m a lawyer, not a psychic. I can’t know what you want to say until you actually say it. All these pieces...You know I’m bad at games.”

“It’s just… I’ve been thinking…”

“Whenever you start like that, then it’s a long conversation.”

Mia smiled but continued talking, staring at the ceiling.

“Rick. When we first met, I didn’t tell you so many things about me. All you knew was that I wanted to forget my past and move on. And I am grateful that you didn’t ask or force me to say anything. But we can’t pretend I don’t have a past. You know, needs and things like that. I know you have a life and work... but I also have a life to get back to, you know? I can’t be stuck here while you have all the adventures that you wanna have. I mean, I hate that nothing is happening. I’m just... Rick? Rick!” “I can’t believe you right now.”

He had dozed off, leaving Mia alone to herself and her ‘talk.’ She grunted, more hurt than angry. Then she picked herself up, and made her way to the study; her journal, pen and half-glass of champagne were patiently waiting for her.

“Hmm. What do we have here?” Mia said to herself, crashing into the sofa and crossing her legs. She took the book from off the table, opened to the most recent pages and read it out loud.

“Thursday, October 20th, 2019.

9:23 AM.

I can’t wait for my birthday tomorrow.

But at the same time, I hate it.

A birthday party with no friends.

At least none are mine.

I don’t want to admit it, but part of me knows it.

I wish there was a way out. A way to taste the life I had before.

Maybe that’s my birthday wish.

If wishes do come true, then I wish for a re-do. A chance to choose again.”

Mia closed the journal, laughing at her pathetic self. She sipped her drink until one sip turned into the full bottle.

Her eyes were already glazed over, lost in thought and staring off into space. But then, out of nowhere, a sound jolted her back to reality, causing her to jump.