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There was no place better to live than the lap of luxury, and Alexis was the vision of what it meant to be in the best of high society. From her childhood, she lived a life of struggle. Her parents had been lower class, minimum wage workers for as far back as she could remember, and they had always reminded her that money couldn't buy happiness. It wasn't until she was already an adult that she listened to them.
Her husband was the one that had lifted her from poverty into a luxurious lifestyle, where she could easily afford to drop a couple grand on an item just because she wanted it. She hadn't had to worry about finances since they were both in their twenties, when he was just starting off his career. Since her late twenties, Alexis had become a housewife, mostly enjoying the ability to stay at home and do nothing.
Of course, for her to be the wife of such an influential man, it came with a price. People expected a certain level of decorum and poise from her, and practically demanded that she stuff her vibrant personality into a box to fit the standard of what all rich housewives must act like. Apparently, she needed to be aloof in public and classy behind doors, to sip the finest of wines and turn her nose up, and to remain silent while her husband spoke.
So far, she'd managed to do very little of that list. While she could certainly play the part of the aloof and nonchalant woman in public, it was quite a difficult task for Alexis to hold her tongue when it came to people frankly insulting her household, which was a lovely mansion on a large estate. The place was always scrupulously clean and quite well-decorated with Victorian high fashion.
Her tongue was always the hardest to control when she was forced to attend their fancy soirees, and she had hated every moment of smiling and nodding to agree with them. Her husband, as of late, had seemed to be less than enthusiastic about their relationship, seeming to only be halfway paying attention to her while they talked over supper, and his love-making had become... Half-hearted, though she had always been zealous with him.
Perhaps it was the fact that they had been told she would never bear him a child, or perhaps it was the fact that his 'secretary' sucked his cock every day around two o'clock. Either way, Alison had long quite caring. The only thing that had put a spark between them lately was his casual announcement of a gift that was being brought in for her, a bit of a surprise to ease her loneliness in the hours in which she was stuck in the home by herself and the cleaning staff.
And today was the day that he would present it to her, Alexis too excited to worry about getting dressed before the day started, her silk lingerie hanging loose on her body. "Husband, darling!" She called out through the house, wandering down their stairs to the main entrance, "Oh, husband?"
Her husband was the one that had lifted her from poverty into a luxurious lifestyle, where she could easily afford to drop a couple grand on an item just because she wanted it. She hadn't had to worry about finances since they were both in their twenties, when he was just starting off his career. Since her late twenties, Alexis had become a housewife, mostly enjoying the ability to stay at home and do nothing.
Of course, for her to be the wife of such an influential man, it came with a price. People expected a certain level of decorum and poise from her, and practically demanded that she stuff her vibrant personality into a box to fit the standard of what all rich housewives must act like. Apparently, she needed to be aloof in public and classy behind doors, to sip the finest of wines and turn her nose up, and to remain silent while her husband spoke.
So far, she'd managed to do very little of that list. While she could certainly play the part of the aloof and nonchalant woman in public, it was quite a difficult task for Alexis to hold her tongue when it came to people frankly insulting her household, which was a lovely mansion on a large estate. The place was always scrupulously clean and quite well-decorated with Victorian high fashion.
Her tongue was always the hardest to control when she was forced to attend their fancy soirees, and she had hated every moment of smiling and nodding to agree with them. Her husband, as of late, had seemed to be less than enthusiastic about their relationship, seeming to only be halfway paying attention to her while they talked over supper, and his love-making had become... Half-hearted, though she had always been zealous with him.
Perhaps it was the fact that they had been told she would never bear him a child, or perhaps it was the fact that his 'secretary' sucked his cock every day around two o'clock. Either way, Alison had long quite caring. The only thing that had put a spark between them lately was his casual announcement of a gift that was being brought in for her, a bit of a surprise to ease her loneliness in the hours in which she was stuck in the home by herself and the cleaning staff.
And today was the day that he would present it to her, Alexis too excited to worry about getting dressed before the day started, her silk lingerie hanging loose on her body. "Husband, darling!" She called out through the house, wandering down their stairs to the main entrance, "Oh, husband?"