“Blake, where are you?” Stacy called out for her husband as she walked up the stairs when she got home after her sex escapade with Jake.
“In here,” Blake called out from the sitting room upstairs, sprawled on the love seat watching the rerun of a Super Bowl game. He had returned home about forty minutes ago.
“Hey,” she plopped down beside him and kissed him on the lips, just like her master had instructed her to do. Jake’s cum mixed with her juices trickled in her pussy into her soggy panties.
He moved swiftly to drop the remote control in his hand on the side table and pulled her to him. His lips crushed against hers. He could never resist her.
“Mmmm,” he freed two of her shirt buttons. Cupping a boob, he kissed the curve of her neck, inhaling her vanilla perfume.
“Oh, Blake,” she put out her hands on either side of him. “Oh, yes, Blake.”
He kissed the curve of her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. And his mouth came upon hers for a kiss. The kiss was languid and sloppy, the way he usually kissed her when he was really horny. His hand moved to the hem of her suit dress.
“No, no!” Stacy thought, and quickly came back to her senses. She really wanted him, but there was no way she could explain the cum in her panties to him.
“It’s okay, Blake,” she panted, and broke off the kiss. “I’m all sweaty. Let me freshen up.”
“Oh no! It doesn’t matter.” He groaned and wanted to pull her back into his hands, but she quickly got up.
“Is Jayce in bed already?” She checked for the time on her wristwatch.
“Yes, I just tucked him in,” he readjusted his erection. “I guess he played so hard in the afternoon and got tired early.”
“Okay,” she said, already walking to the hallway.
She undressed quickly when she got into their bedroom and got into the shower. She made sure she threw her panties and bra into the little washing machine she uses in the bedroom for her undies and other intimates.
She dressed up in a two-piece lounge wear and went to Jayce’s room. Her heart grew heavy as she approached his bed. Feeling so guilty that she was going to leave her boy in a few weeks.
“Jayce,” she whispered, settling gently on the bed beside her sleeping son. “Mama loves you, but she has to find her own happiness.” She knew she had to follow her heart, no matter the cost. Stacy wrapped her arms around Jayce’s small body, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
Jayce stirred, murmuring softly in his sleep, and Stacy held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t wake. She buried her face in his hair, inhaling the sweet scent of childhood, and let the sadness wash over her.
“Mama loves you…Mama loves you,” she kept saying over and over in her mind.
Just as she was about to pull away, Jayce’s small hand reached out and grasped her finger. “Mama?” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. Stacy’s heart skipped a beat as she met his sleepy gaze.
Stacy smiled despite herself. “yeah, buddy, it’s just Mama,” she whispered back. She stroked his hair, trying to put him back to sleep. She must have dozed off because she heard the door open and Blake was standing in the door frame.
“You are here,” he said, his voice low, trying not to wake Jayce up. “I have been looking for you.”
She nodded and gently disentangled herself from Jayce.
“Come here,” Blake stretched out his hand to her.
She took it and allowed him to lead her out of their son’s room.
*******
About two hours later, Blake rolled off Stacy’s body with a satisfied grin on his face. Stacy’s legs had melted to jelly. Blake had brought her to climax twice, and she was exhausted. And satisfied like Blake.
They curled up against each other, trying to catch their breath.
“Dear,” Blake called out her name after a moment of silence. “We have missed our appointment at the fertility clinic this week again.” Blake said, exasperated. “How are we going to find a solution if we don’t even know what the problem is?”
“Why are you bringing this up now?” She moved away from him, angry. “I don’t want to have any more babies. Can’t you just listen to me?”
“But I have pleaded with you.” he reached over and touched her arm.
“Leave me alone,” she shrugged off his hand. “Why do you want to force me to have a baby?”
“I’m not forcing you,” he said at the top of his voice. “Why is it so hard to have one more kid?”
“You are talking rubbish,” she chirped, “and you know it.”
Blake felt so frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair.
“You know what… never mind. I won’t ask you again.” He said in a low, crisp voice and got out of the bed.
“You don’t bother whether I am happy.” He put on his pajama pants, picked up his phone, and walked out of the room.
Stacy stood up from the bed and went to clean up in the bathroom. What Blake didn’t know all this while was that she had done a tubal ligation one year after Jayce’s birth. That was why she didn’t want to go to any fertility clinic. She didn’t want to have any more kids for him, or ever. Moreso, she had always known she was going to leave Blake.
Blake couldn’t concentrate on work when he got to the office the following day. He kept running through what happened last night in his mind. He couldn’t just get the way she told him she would have no more children out of his mind. Luckily, he didn’t have any meeting for the day. He had to force himself to concentrate on work.
“Damn it!” He cursed under his breath at noon and stood up from behind his desk. Blake went to the bar in the corner of his office and poured himself a drink. He took down everything in a single gulp and returned to his desk.