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  There was no denying Will was hot as hell. One quick glance at his naked body and she could orgasm. The sight of his cock, well, that was another story entirely. He could make her feel things that should never be discussed. She missed all that and more, but most of all she missed him. Sure they lived together, but they did next to nothing together. They snored in the same bed together. That summed up her marriage of nine years to the man.

  She shook her mind free of the thoughts. It would do her no good to remember what used to be. It would only hurt her feelings and make her yearn for what she no longer had with the man she loved. “I just wish there was some way to get him to fuck my brains out, like he used to. It sounds bad to say it, I know, but I’m dying here. Our sex life used to be amazing. Now, not so much. I feel like a fucking desperate housewife for God’s sake.”

  “Here, here.” The women raised their coffee mugs in unison, a mock salute to their dire states. Each woman took turns discussing the dismal bedroom scenarios that had played out for far too long.

  “Seriously, something has got to change for all of us. Maybe we should just demand our husbands start satisfying us in bed again!” Valerie protested to her friends.

  “That may not be such a bad idea,” Laura chimed in.

  Ashley played with her ponytail, the idea spinning in her mind. “Well—what if each one of us creates an evening so enticing our husbands can’t turn away? What’s the one thing that turns your men on more than anything else?”

  “Oh, I love it! And you’re right. Maybe we have been sitting on the fences too long, letting them dictate how and when we get sex,” Jamie replied.

  “What if we all try and they still say no? I’m not sure about all of you, but I’m not sure I could take that kind of rejection from Will.” Ava’s stomach churned at the thought. The half bagel she ate tried to make its way back up her throat. That kind of rejection would kill her. She feared her marriage was on its last leg. Or perhaps her husband no longer found her attractive. Would a stunt like this push it to the breaking point? She didn’t know if she was ready to take that kind of a leap. At the same time, she knew the status quo had to change with Will.

  “Ava, we have all seen the way Will looks at you. You can’t be that blind. The man adores you. Maybe we have all taken our husbands for granted, to work and take care of things. Maybe this is just what each of us needs to rekindle our relationships. I don’t know about you all, but I need to get laid, something needs to give.” Kara interjected.

  “How about this? Each week one of us watches the others kids for the weekend? Just to get the little buggers out from under our feet for a couple of days. It will give each of us time to concentrate on just our men, ourselves, and amazing sex.” Jamie suggested. “Now, who’s in?”

  The girls all agreed to the plan and started to brainstorm the details. Everyone agreed the reluctant Ava would go first. It was hers and Will’s anniversary in a few short days. Ava felt bad because they didn’t plan anything, and it was their tenth anniversary. She wondered if Will had forgotten. It wasn’t like him to forget her birthday or their anniversary, but he hadn’t been himself in several months. She could text him about it, but honestly, she didn’t want to have to remind her husband about their anniversary. She wanted him to remember it on his own, not because she had nagged him about it.

  With the plan in place, she had a couple of days to prepare for her weekend with her husband. It would be the first weekend they spent alone since they had their son seven years ago. The thought alone terrified her. What would they do for an entire weekend without the kids? Could she really leave them alone for that long and enjoy the time with Will?

  A myriad of thoughts twisted through her head, but she pulled one from her mind at a time and put it to paper. This simply had to work. She couldn’t handle another day of living with Will and not being intimate. She needed her loving husband back, and now that she had lit the spark, it was time to set a flame to their love life.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Will chanted in his head. Could this day get any worse? He thought a promotion would be a good thing, but all it turned out to be was a giant shit sandwich that he was forced to swallow day after miserable fucking day. He would do anything to have his old job back, but unfortunately the position had already been filled. Not only that, his boss politely told him to, “Shut the fuck up and get back to work.” Who knew middle management could be such a bitch?

  Will would much rather go back to working in the data center, building email servers than deal with corporate bullshit and politics every day of his life. Seriously, who had meetings to plan meetings and then follow up meetings to discuss what happened in the meetings? The entire process gave him a migraine that had lasted solidly for the last three months. The exact amount of time he had been working in his new position.

  It seemed like everything was falling apart, his job, his marriage, even his relationship with his kids. He and Ava used to get along so well. They used to be close. Now, thanks to his job, he worked in the office for eleven hours a day. Most of which was spent in meetings, discussing meetings, and meetings to plan more meetings. When he finally got home in the evening, he had to do his real work. His director expected reports, projects, and budgets completed on time. That meant Will sat in his home office until two in the morning on most nights as he worked on his laptop. It seemed that even his home had become an extension of the cube farm.

  Will seriously needed something to change and soon. Perhaps it was time to take his neighbor Alan up on his offer. Alan’s company was looking for an IT person. The pay was decent, but a step down from what he currently made. The benefits were great. So was the vacation and leave package. Will just didn’t know if he could take any sort of pay cut right now. It was something he would have to discuss with Ava. Soon. He didn’t know how much longer he would last at his current job. Each time the daily cube visitors popped in with their frighteningly fake smiles and voices, he was one step closer to assaulting each and every one.

  He tilted his chair back and glared at the fluorescent lights that were scattered across the drab office ceiling. The cube farm was currently void of most of its occupants, as Will wanted to be at work early to get a jump start on his day. He contemplated building a cardboard door to keep the jackasses at bay, but knew they’d bust it down or pop their heads over the carpeted dividers. His mind quickly spun the idea of playing whack-a-mole with their heads. Yeah—it was time to get the fuck out of dodge. He couldn’t live like this anymore. He and Ava would have to find a way to live with less money every payday. He would sell his car, if he had to. He had no problems driving a junker, if they couldn’t keep up with the car payment.

  It was more than just the job. He missed his wife and his kids. He couldn’t remember even one time in the last three months that he took time off of work just to do something fun with them. It was no wonder why they were all pissed at him.

  Will grabbed his cell phone and sent a quick text message to Alan. “Is the IT job still open at your company?” Will fired up his laptop and peeked at his resume before the office started filling up. He updated a couple of fields to add a handful of bullet points about his current position. He saved the file and quickly created a draft email to fire off to Alan. He said a silent prayer for the prospect of a new job.

  Will opened up his weekly calendar to see what torture awaited him today. He glanced through the remainder of the week and on to the weekend. Shit, he thought. Saturday is our anniversary. Ava is going to divorce me for sure. I am the worst husband on the planet. I wonder if she forgot, she hasn’t said anything, Maybe it doesn’t mean anything to her now. The thoughts felt like a shot through his heart, to the point that his chest would explode. The mere idea that his wife, his love, his best friend wouldn’t remember or care? It was simply too much for him to process.

  The office slowly started to fill with unwanted coworkers. He pushed his earbuds firmly into his ears and cranked his iPhone up. Will’s thought was to keep his
face firmly planted on the screen of his computer, ignoring all of the unnecessary morning greetings. He glanced away when the chirp of an incoming message cut into his music. A quick glance at the message confirmed that Alan had responded. “The position is still open. You interested? If so shoot me your resume.”

  Will typed a quick reply and immediately sent his resume to Alan. Here’s hoping for the best. Will’s day went as he expected, which meant he was surprised he didn’t staple his coworker’s lips shut halfway through the fifth raunchy sexist joke. Like any guy, Will loved raunchy jokes, but not about the people he worked with. If his coworker spat one more joke about the young, new receptionist and how much better she would look with his fat ass on top of her, Will would deck him. Just because the girl was young and pretty, it didn’t mean she wanted to be the butt of a perverted old fat guy’s jokes.

  Lunch time rolled around and the office quickly cleared out. But for Will it was nothing more than a couple of cold cut sandwiches, an apple, and a granola bar. The other mid-level managers headed out for lunch every day while Will was stuck in his cube, trying to get the budget forecast done for the next three months. Luckily Ava still packed his lunch every night, bless her heart. He didn’t know what he would do without her. He made a promise that from here on out he would do whatever it took to get his marriage back on track.

  It was late afternoon when Will heard back from Alan. “Interview - tomorrow at seven am. Be here and the job is yours.” Will tried to keep a poker face as he finished his day at the office. The people that normally bugged him no longer seemed to matter. Things were looking up, but he wouldn’t burn any bridges. Not until he knew for sure he had the job and signed on the dotted line.

  He would wait until after the interview before he discussed it with Ava. He didn’t want to upset her or make her stress out about the money and bills. Some way they would make it, as long as they stood together.

  The next two days flew by for Ava as she checked off each item on her to do list before the weekend. Her list included getting her hair done, a mani-pedi, and a Brazilian wax. The wax was the single most painful experience of her life. It was far more painful than labor and delivery, in her opinion. She wondered if she could get an epidural, if she ever decided on another Brazilian wax.

  Ava also went on a little shopping trip with her hard earned money. It had been a long time since she had any extra money to spend on lingerie. Now that she was a woman with her own income, she decided to splurge a little. She had been bringing in a couple thousand dollars a month that Will had no idea about. She had put every penny into the savings or made extra car payments. Paying the bills was Ava’s responsibility, and she hadn’t had a chance to discuss her new earnings with Will. Not that it would be a problem. He would be delighted to know they were actually a little ahead of the game. She was pleased with herself and the job she had been doing.

  Ava decided to surprise Will with a weekend getaway—not far from home, but a getaway nonetheless. After all, it was their anniversary. She packed a weekend bag for both of them, threw the bags in the trunk of her car, and headed off. The kids were situated and would be well taken care of for the weekend. Will would be off work and headed home in less than three hours. She had a couple of quick stops to make before she could head to the hotel.

  When she got to the hotel, she quickly changed her clothes. She ditched the shorts, tank top, and flip flops, and traded the casual ensemble in on a new lacy bra and panties with matching garters. Ava slowly pulled on the silk stockings and attached them to the ends of the garter. She set her stilettos aside until she needed them.

  She lay back on the bed and fanned her dark red hair all around her. She tried to stop the shaking in her hands. Never in her relationship with Will had she been the one to make the first move. He had always come on to her, strong, fast, and hard. In the beginning of their relationship, he wore her defenses down quicker than any other. She found that not only could she not say no to Will, she didn’t want to say no to him. Her body came alive under him, time and time again. Now the shoe was on the other foot. Could Ava be the one to take charge and go after what she wanted? Consequences be damned?

  She took a few deep steadying breaths to calm her nerves and snapped a couple of provocative shots on her cell phone. Do or die time. There’s no turning back now, she thought as she typed a message to Will and attached the pictures. The message read, “Meet me at 808 First Street, Room 368.”

  She immediately got a return message, “Be there in fifteen minutes.”

  “Eeeeeeekkkk,” Ava shot off the bed in a panic. She was not ready for Will to be there in fifteen minutes. She thought she had at least an hour to calm her nerves and prepare herself for his arrival. He must be cutting out of work early. Shit, shit, shit—can I go through with this crazy ass idea? Ava poured a small glass of wine and downed it, then repeated the process. She needed a little liquid courage, if she was going to go through with her plan.

  The minutes ticked by in agonizing slowness as Ava waited for her husband to arrive. She left strict instructions with the front desk for them to give him a separate key card when he arrived. They were also supposed to call her immediately to announce his arrival.

  The phone rang a few minutes later. Ava quickly hung up the phone and slipped her feet into the waiting stilettos. She leaned against the end of the small hallway, waiting for Will to make his entrance. Her breath caught in her throat, when she heard him just outside of the door. She let out a deep breath as the door started to open.

  Ava watched as Will opened the door slowly, a look of passion covered his handsome face instantly. He took one look at her and a sexy smile spread across his face. God, he looked so hot she wanted to devour him. One of the perks of his current job was the suit and tie, she fucking loved it. The sight of him all dressed up made her mouth water.

  Will dropped his laptop bag beside the door, followed by his suit jacket. He kicked off his shoes and made his way quickly to Ava. He drew a deep breath, filling his lungs with her sweet scent. His wife was hotter than hell and he appreciated every second of it, especially seeing her dressed up for his eyes only. He would savor removing every tiny scrap of clothing with his teeth.

  The sight of her standing before him had his cock hard and ready to go. It had been more than a month since they had sex. And he was ready to explode when she grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to kiss her. No words were needed as his mouth met hers.

  Will couldn’t remember a single time when his sweet, timid Ava had ever been forward or demanding. He had always dreamed of this exact scenario. The scene before him played out like one of his fantasies. It made him want to slam his cock deep into her that very moment, but he would play her game for a little bit.

  His kiss became more devouring, demanding. He tasted the hint of wine on her lips as his tongue plunged into her mouth deeper to meet her needy kiss.

  Ava’s hands roamed over his chest. Her unsteady fingers fumbled over each tiny button. He calmed her shaky hands and helped her with the buttons. He knew she was nervous. What she had started was well out of her comfort zone, but he wanted to let her take charge. For whatever reason, he knew it was what she wanted, what she needed, and he was more than happy to oblige.

  Her cold hands sent shivers through his body, but not from the change in temperature. No. The shivers were from the anticipation that he felt. Will wanted to throw her down on the bed and fuck her until she screamed his name, but he painstakingly held back.

  His body trembled with need for his wife. Work had consumed his every thought for the last three months. He had forgotten how good it felt to be touched by Ava. She hastily unbuckled his belt and slipped her fingers inside of his pants. Will pulled her hand back for fear that her teasing would finish him off.

  “Ava, you have me so turned on right now. I don’t want to cum too soon.” Will whispered as he gently nibbled on her ear.

  “Hush,” she replied.

  “I’m going to do what I
want, and you’re going to like it.” Ava kicked off her heels and spun Will around so his back was against the wall. “Understood?”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” His reply was short and sweet. His adrenaline spiked with each move she made.

  She quickly unbuttoned his pants and tugged his zipper open. With those tasks finally accomplished, she pushed his pants down to pool at his feet. Will lifted one foot at a time as she moved them to the side.

  He stood before her in nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs. The sight of his thick hard cock pushing against the thin material gave her the confidence she needed. She looked up at Will, the lust was heavy in his eyes. She kissed him one last time before dropping to her knees in front of him. Her fingers slid around the waist band of his boxers before quickly pulling them off of him.

  She licked her lips as his cock sprung free. A bead of moisture glistened on the tip. Her tongue jutted out, quickly licking the tip, tasting her man. She palmed his length, her hand not quite closing around it. She knew how good he would feel inside of her, but first she wanted to do something “nice” for him. Sure she had sucked his cock plenty of times, but never just because. It was always after he had gone down on her or after he asked her to do it. She never did it on her own without being asked. She used to feel embarrassed by asking if she could. Thankfully that was a fear she pushed aside.

  She ran her tongue up and down his length, softly kissing the tip, teasing him. She looked up at him as she took his cock deep in her mouth. His hands tunneled through her hair, holding her head steady as his hips started to rock back and forth.