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Taking Her Away

He did try. He lowered the lighting, put out candles. Poured wine...not very good wine, old wine they had around, but it was what they had. He served them both and sat down across from her, smiling.

"Mr. Harris has been a lot happier at work lately," he said. "And not just with me, everyone's noticed. When somebody asked him he said he had a new girl who was keeping him so happy. I'm glad; anything that cheers him up makes my life easier."
 
Jayde truly did appreciate his efforts, and she tried as hard as she could to enjoy herself, but her 'enjoyment' seemed forced. She returned his smile, eating slowly. She took a sip of the wine and almost cringed. Normally, she wouldn't have minded it, but after the wine she had drank when she went to dinner with Mr. Harris, it tasted absolutely horrible.

"Really?" she asked, again faking surprise. She almost choked on her food as he mentioned his new girl. Her. "Wow.. um, thats great." she said smiling.
 
He didn't seem to notice that she wasn't enjoying the food, especially the wine.

"He said she was really young and pretty," he said. "An older guy like him must need a lot of pills to keep up with her. Well, as long as they're both happy. So what all happened on this night out you and the girls had. Truth or dare, you said? Did you do anything that might make me jealous? I'll admit, I was worried you were spending the evening ogling some stripper."
 
She smiled to herself when he made the comment about the pills. "I'm sure they're quite happy together." she added.

Again, the tiny little feeling of guilt pestered her. John had good intentions, and she felt bad that all of this had happened. She had originally done it for him, but now it was out of pure self satisfaction.

She couldn't help but giggle at his remark. "You caught me." she said with a laugh.
 
"I knew it," he groaned. "That's not fair. I haven't so much as looked at a girl in a short skirt in weeks. Maybe this dinner I cooked is enough to wow you into giving me a little stress release? You know, as an apology for the strippers."

He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
 
"Hmm, maybe." she said, toying with him. She was almost one hundred percent certain that John wouldn't be able to please her, especially after the past couple of days spent with Mr. Harris.

She couldn't put him off forever though, the more she denied him, the more likely he would be to suspect something.
 
"Aww, now you're teasing me," he...whined. There wasn't really another word for it. But he smiled and went back to his pasta. "Maybe I should use that leftover money we found yesterday morning and get myself some strippers. Then we'd be even. What would you think if you saw some beautiful blonde sitting in my lap?"

(Not stating a preference, just remembering something you said before...you said she sometimes takes control of sex and gets a little satisfied. We can run this however you want, I'll have a good time if he's cut off, unsatisfactory, or whatever. but I remembered you said that, and it doesn't seem to be an option you have her considering.)
 
"Whatever helps you sleep at night." she told him as she got up, taking her plate into the kitchen. As she came back, she sat down in his lap, looking up at him.

"I want you to take me.." she whispered, her lips at his ear. Ever since she had let Mr. Harris control her the way he did, she knew she wouldn't ever be able to enjoy the way her and John had sex again. She would always crave the way he dominated her.

She wanted John to be able to please her, she truly did. Because she knew that if he couldn't, she would continue to go back to Mr. Harris. She urged John to do what he pleased with her, hoping that maybe if he could take the dominate role, he could give her at least half of the satisfaction that Mr. Harris gave her.
 
Jayde pressed her lips to his, parting them to allow him to slide his tongue through, but he made no attempt to do so.

Pulling back, she sighed as she looked up at him. "Baby.. don't ask. Just do it." she said, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Do whatever you want to me." she told him. As much as she hoped he would take charge, she just didn't see it happening.
 
"I'm sorry," he said lamely. He went back to kissing her and grabbing her tit. He slid his hand down and undid her bra under her shirt. Then he pushed her onto the floor, sort of. He'd actually been trying to pick her up and carry her, but he slipped, and she slammed into the floor with a thud.

"Are you okay!?" he said, his voice full of concern.
 
She tried to get into it as he kissed her again, his hands fondling her breasts. He certainly was being as rough as Mr. Harrison, but it was a bit better than before. She knew he wouldn't change over night.

Normally, the fall wouldn't have been bad, but as she landed on her bruised ass, she cried out in pain.
 
"Did you hit that hard?" he said worriedly, running around her. Any force in him was gone; he'd deflated like a balloon. Now he was all apologies and nervous energy, running around her, suggesting various things he could be doing to help...but not actually doing any of them.
 
"I'm fine." she said after a moment, pulling herself up. She sighed, knowing that she wouldn't get anymore from him that night. All she wanted to do was go back to Mr. Harris' house. The more time she spent with him, the more she questioned why she was with John.

(Just curious, do you want John to actually find out about her affair?)
 
(I assume eventually, and if you want her to reveal it that's fine; but I've got quite a few fun ideas based on him playing with her trying to keep it a secret still....like making her talk to him while he was fucking her, stuff like that. If you like that kind of thing, lets see how long we can keep it a secret. If not, do what you like.)

"Hey," he said, "if you're okay, this doesn't have to ruin our romantic evening right? I thought I was doing pretty well....why don't you go upstairs, get undressed, and lie down, and I'll be up in a second?"
 
(Sounds good to me)

"Right.." she said, feeling a little unsure. Would he actually do what she wanted? Or was it going to be like every other night? She wouldn't know if she didn't take the chance.

Giving him a half smile, she walked over to the stairs, looking back at him briefly. "I'll be waiting." She turned and made her way to their room, undressing and crawling into bed as she waited.
 
He came upstairs a few seconds later naked, his cock bobbing in front of him. She couldn't help but notice that it bobbed a lot less than Mr. Harris's cock. He walked into the room and climbed between her legs, spreading them. His cock was hard as it ever got as he thrust it into her.

(I'm actually wondering what to do with him once he eventually finds out. Have him leave? Have him stay? Have Mr. Harris use her to torture him?)
 
Jayde couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed as her husband walked in. Usually, she was pleased to see him, but now all she wanted was Mr. Harris.

She was a bit surprised that he didn't even say or do anything before thrusting into her, excerpting a bit of control, but still, she barely even moaned as he pushed into her. His cock was small compared to Mr. Harris' and it didn't give her nearly as much pleasure.

(It really doesn't matter to me, whatever you think would be the most interesting)
 
It didn't take him long to cum. He moaned loudly as he spurted inside of her, nothing like the thunderous ejaculations Mr. Harris had fired inside of her. When it was done, he lay on the bed beside her.

"Was that better?" he asked.

(Are you having fun? I like to make sure everyone I'm RPing with is enjoying it from time to time...please tell me if you don't like something or get bored. Yes I recognize the irony of asking that while RPing as this particular character :p)
 
When he started cumming, Jayde wasn't even close. She faked a couple moans as he began to cum, just as she always did. She was never completely satisfied by John, but she had never felt so disappointed after sex.

She laid still as he moved next to her, making no attempt to look at him. "Yeah.." she said skeptically, trying not to let her disappointment show.

(Oh yes hehe)
 
"Good," he said, and snuggled up against her.

The morning was another stark contrast. He was already dressed and ready to leave when she awoke; there was no kiss to wake her up. He left a breakfast of cold cereal on the table.

"Off to work again honey," he said. "I hope I can find some way to keep them from firing me. I'll work even harder, if that's possible. I love you. Will you be here when I get home this time?"
 
Jayde tossed and turned throughout the night, unable to find comfort in her husbands arms. After what seemed like hours, she finally drifted off to sleep.

Morning seemed to come to soon as she woke up to the sound of her husband noisily getting ready for work. Wandering downstairs, he was just about out the door as she walked into the kitchen. "Maybe.." she said, her voice trailing off.
 
She shook her head in frustration as he walked out the door, taking the ball of cereal he had left out for her and dumping it into the garbage disposal. As her phone rang, she raced to answer it, not even checking to see if it was him, but desperately hoping it would be Mr. Harris. "Hello?"
 
"Hello," a woman's voice on the other side said. She sounded like she was in her sixties. "Is this Jayde Cooper? Mr. Harris is a good friend of mine. He told me I should call you, personally, and urge you to come to my cooking class this afternoon. He said you'd need a little push, so I'm calling. I can always use more students, dear, won't you come by?"
 
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