Gemma's Story - A Preview

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Dinner in front of the television as usual, with the only sound other than the jingles of commercials separating a boring reality cooking program was Steve's occasional loud belch. He’d stopped excusing himself for them years ago. Gemma chewed slowly on her food and wondered when it was that she had died. With both their boys now at college the house was empty, as was her life. It had only been two months since their youngest son had left, but until then she felt she had a purpose in life, albeit minimal.

Looking across at her husband, lost in television and reheated Spaghetti Bolognese, the fine lines in his face told her the years were passing. A small belly but nothing compared to some men his age, he was still good looking but with just a little less hair than when they had married twenty-four years ago. She forgot about her meal and instead concentrated on the boredom etched into his face and wondered if she now wore that same look, day in and day out. Yes, she had a few stretch marks and little cellulite on her legs, but her body wasn't in bad shape at all. Wearing her blonde hair much shorter now than when she was younger, but all in all there was no reason she wasn't still desirable. But she didn’t feel it. She looked down at herself dressed in an old t-shirt and baggy tracksuit pants and flip-flops with a bowl of spaghetti on her lap. No wonder Steve had little interest anymore. She had lost interest in herself.

'Are you bored with me Steve?'

'What?' he asked as if her question was in a foreign language, his eyes still fixed on the television.

'It's a simple question. Am I boring?'

'Of course not,' he said but Gemma knew it was a platitude.

'When was the last time we had sex then?'

'I don't know, but we do.'

'Yeah, Christmas and birthdays.’

‘Well, maybe a bit more than that.’

‘But nothing like when we were first married. Remember when you used to fuck me in the kitchen, on the sofa, in the shower, and you went crazy when I used to go down on you while you looked at porn mags.'

'Well, we were young. It's normal when you're that age.'

'We're not dead Steve. And I'm not blaming you. I'm as much at fault.'

'It's not a matter of fault Gemma. It's just that we had kids, work, a mortgage and well, it's just how it goes.'

'But I don't want our lives to be just how it goes. I want to feel alive and well, I want to feel sexy again.'

'What, and go down on me while I read Playboy?' he said with a tinge of sarcasm.

'Don't move!' she said as she took his plate, stood and started for the kitchen.

'What?'

'Just wait there a minute,' she said as she disappeared into the kitchen. Steve went back to watching television but thinking it was going to be a long evening if Gemma was in a mood to discuss how boring their marriage was. They'd done this before, many times over the years but nothing ever changed. He readied himself for one of Gemma’s long soul searching evenings that would probably end with her shedding a few tears, getting angry at him, then apologising followed by a consoling fuck before they went to sleep and forgot all about it the next morning.

Gemma scraped the plates into the trash, rinsed them and popped them into the dishwasher then stood at the sink and looked out into the falling darkness and the roofs that fashioned her boring suburban view of the world. Biting her lip, she waited for the courage she had in her fantasies while masturbating in the bath to arrive. With a deep breath she turned on her heels facing the door to the living room, kicked of her flip-flops, then another deep breath. She felt her hands shaking as she pulled her t-shirt over her head, then unclipped her bra and bent down to step out of her track suit pants and string. Looking for a few seconds at her clothes, lying on her kitchen floor for the first time in over twenty years.

A wave of fear, or was it guilt and shame she thought, washed over her and she could feel her cheeks burning red but her resolve held firm as she took her first step, then her second. It was now or never if she wanted to feel like a woman again. The memory of her brief affair with her last boss reminded her of how little had been gained. It wasn't the satisfaction she was searching for and if anything it made her feel cheap and used, yet at the same time it reinforced how much she loved her husband. As boring as he was. She knew no one would understand, especially Steve, so there was little point in trying to explain why she did it. It remained her secret locked away forever.

She walked into the living room and stood in front of Steve. He was going to say something, but she put a finger to her lips and said, 'Sshhh!' He was too stunned to do anything but comply. She leant across him to grab the remote and his hand moved to touch her breast. 'No, not yet,' she said as she clicked the button to kill the television.

Gemma stood in front of her husband, fondling her left nipple with one hand and her clit with the other for a few long minutes before she took his hand and had him stand up in front of her. She knelt, unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. It wasn't as hard as she would have liked. In fact it was only vaguely interested in her intentions.

'Would you be harder if it was another woman standing here ready to suck you off Steve?'

'It's nothing like that. It's just.......'

'Don't be shy,' she said as she took him briefly in her mouth. 'What if I found a nice lady friend to suck you off? And I'd be watching of course.'

'Oh get serious Gem?' he said with an intonation that knew Gemma was just mouthing off.

'You just got a lot harder darlin',' she said and smiled as she stroked him. 'Would you get even harder if I told you I'd be watching while I was sucking off her husband?'

'You're all talk Gemma,' he said as he looked down at Gemma's mouth now full of his cock. Her lips sliding up and down his shaft until she decided it was time to speak again. She held his cock in both hands and gently stroked him as she felt him becoming harder.

'I want to feel fuckable again and I want to see you naked, hard and ready. Every day.'

'Every day. Now there's a challenge.'

'How long is it since you came in my mouth?'

'I can't remember.'

'Would you remember if you did in a few minutes?'

'Where did all this come from?' he said thinking it would all blow over and Gemma would be back to normal tomorrow.

'Would you remember if you came on my face?'

'Anywhere else?' he said still playing Gemma's fantasy for as long as it lasted. At least it was better than watching television he thought.

'As a matter of fact there is,' she said as she took him in her mouth and sucked harder.

'Oooowww,' he moaned as his head tilted back as his body reacted to her enthusiasm. 'So?'

'I want to watch you come in front of an audience.'

'And what will you be doing?' he said now gasping a little for breath. Gemma sucked and stroked faster, squeezed his balls and didn't answer. Finally she looked up.

'I'll have a woman's tongue licking my cunt and holding a cock in each hand. Now come in my mouth!' she said as she opened her mouth and held out her tongue. As Steve pumped his cock, she squeezed his balls until she knew he was almost ready. His groan telling her to suck him as he stroked. Then a split second stillness before Gemma felt the throbbing and warmth she hadn't known for over twenty years.

'Fuuuucckkk!' he screamed as Gemma sucked, swallowed, and sucked even harder. His knees trembling but she sucked even more until she felt him recede in her mouth. She stood, kissed him with her dripping mouth, then pushed him gently to fall back onto the sofa. He sat exhausted. Gemma knelt down and filled her mouth again.

'Noooo!' he moaned.

'Alright, but as long as you promise to fuck me in the kitchen before bed and come to my party.'

'What party?'

'The one that's going to stop us from wasting our lives away watching television every fucking night and boring each other to death for the rest of our lives.'

'And you think one party will work all these miracles then.'

'Oh no, not just one. But once a month should do it.'

'And in between?

'Maybe I might get back into the habit of blowing you while you're driving.'

'You're not serious about this, are you Gem?'

'Oh yes I am. So? Will you come to my party? And cum, and cum?'

'You won't do it Gem. Tomorrow will be tomorrow.'

'No Steve, Tomorrow will be naked all day for me.'

'Hope the doorbell doesn't ring.

'Oh, I'm quite hoping it will,' she said as she looked at his flaccid cock. It moved a little. 'Goodie,' she said as she felt Steve harden a little more.

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