“You can hold it. Fifteen minutes.”

I try to sidestep her, and she slaps me.

“I said, you can hold it.” She looks at her watch.

The seconds slowly tick by: tick-tock, tick-tock. I would have hit her back if this had been another time, another place, another life. But instead, I wait.

This shit hurts.

As soon as the fifteen minutes are up, she steps to the side, and I rush into the bathroom. I slam the door and do my business. I’m brushing my teeth when I hear a knock on the door. “Go away, Kristie.”

“I’m not done with you yet.”

Fuck, not tonight. “Not tonight.”

“Yes, tonight. I’ve been waiting for you all night. So get out here, big boy, and come claim your prize.”

She opens the door and drapes her arm on the door frame, trying to nail the seductive pose she’s never able to pull right. I look up at her before spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing my mouth. She steps towards me and reaches for my cock, running her fingers over my length.

Sighing, I walk toward the bedroom, walking Kristie backward until her knees hit the bed. I lean in to kiss her and lay her down. Instead, she puts her hands on my chest and pushes me off her. She points to the bed and expects me to lay down.

I obey her, and she starts peppering my chest with kisses, working her way down my stomach. God, I wish she’d keep going, but she stops short at the top of my boxers. I nudge her head down, and she glares at me. At least I tried.

“Not tonight, big boy.”

She pulls my boxers down to reveal my erection.

“My, my. Someone is excited.”

She straddles me, reaches between her legs, and spreads some of her wetness onto my hard cock. Then, she teases my hardened tip against her slit.

“Kristie…”

Slowly, she lowers herself onto my cock, and I groan. Kristie starts rocking back and forth and leans forward, shoving her tits in my face. I reach up and squeeze one, twisting the nipple just the way she likes. In no time, she’s almost at her climax, and I’m nowhere near close.

In an effort to make it feel good, I start to sit up and grab the back of her head with my hand. I grip her hair, lean her back, and breathe, “Fuck.” Her breaths falter, and she moans.

I’m almost there. Maybe she’ll let me finish this time, but before I can come, she climaxes.

“Sorry, big boy. The only way you’re coming tonight is in that bathroom.” She climbs off me and slides underneath the covers.

“Come on, Kristie. Help me out.”

“You’ve been a bad boy, and bad boys don’t get help to come.”

What a bitch. I take a deep breath, get off the bed, and grab a clean pair of boxers from the dresser. Kristie was done with me for the night.

Unfortunately, my cock didn’t get the message my brain was sending. I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower like Kristie demands. I pull out my phone and navigate to my favorite porn site. Her juices still coat my cock, but I pull out the bottle of lube anyway. After I prop up my phone against the sink, I start rubbing my hand up and down, wishing Kristie would let me do all the dirty things I crave. All the dirty things she never allows me to do. Wishing I could shove my cock down her throat and make her choke, wishing I could penetrate my cock in her wet pussy while I fuck her from behind. Then, just as I imagined sliding in and out of her, I come, stifling my groan into a towel.

After rinsing off in the shower, I dry off and pull on my boxers. I open the door, and Kristie is nowhere to be seen. All I see is my pillow on top of the blanket — the key indicator I was sleeping on the couch tonight.

I set up my make-shift bed on the couch and turn on the TV. A replay of tonight’s game is on; I just want some noise in the otherwise quiet house. The hall light turns off behind me, and I hear the soft click of the bedroom door closing. No good night, no I love you, not a peep from her.

As I try to ponder where our marriage has gone, something James said keeps ringing in my head. “You can have that kind of love too, you know.” That is the last thing I think of before I fall asleep.

Chapter Three

SKY