Brent and Makayla returned home to a quiet house.  While Junior took himself to bed, Brent went to the bar to pour himself a stiff one, and Makayla headed upstairs, to their en-suite bathroom, to soak in the tub.  Their married life wasn’t turning out the way they could have ever dreamed, but they weren’t interested in putting an end to it either.  It was as if they were in a prison they both erected, but neither one of them knew how to get out.

Especially Brent.  He couldn’t get past his own anger.  And he was fuming as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.  He thought this shit had been dealt with early in their relationship.  He thought she had decided that Jericho was a good place to raise a family, and to be with him, and it was settled.

But now she was talking about working out of Boston every day, and commuting, which, he knew, was a load of crap.  Four hours both ways every single day?  And he knew Makayla.   She was a dedicated lawyer.  She almost always worked well into the night.  There was no way she was suddenly going to pull a nine-to-five schedule working for a high-powered lawyer like that Johnson Dash was purported to be.  No way.  And given Makayla’s skills as a lawyer, it would only be a matter of time when that Dash fellow would want a lawyer of her caliber in California with him.

California, Brent thought, as he took another drink.  There was no way in hell he was going to uproot his son and move that far away from his family, from his father, like that.  But what would happen then?  Makayla would be in too deep to turn back, and their marriage, once again, would be on the line.  It would be a catch-22.  A Hobson’s choice.  A choice, Brent thought as he drank down the remaining whiskey, he wasn’t going to make.

He made his way upstairs.  He checked on his son again, who was already asleep, and then made his way to his bedroom.

When he entered the bedroom, he could see his wife through the opened bathroom door.  She was naked, and about to get in the tub. Her body was full-figured: big breasts, narrow waist, a big ass, and Brent went hard just looking at her.  He wanted her so badly he could taste his need.  But how could he just go to her, and make love to her, when she was ready to decimate their family for her own selfish ambition?  He couldn’t see it.  No matter how he sliced it, he couldn’t see how this was right.

And then she got in the tub, and that was that.

Brent removed his clothes, and got in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Jenay was on her knees, holding onto the headboard, and Charles was fucking her from behind.  The sound of him slapping hard against her ass, and her moans and groans, filled their room like music in a juke joint.  Charles held her cheeks apart, as if he needed the maximum room, and pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, pulling almost out, and even further in.  Over and over.  As if his penis was a fine-tuned instrument.

And he worked it hard.  He couldn’t stop grinding on her.  He even removed his hands from her ass, and began squeezing her breasts as he did her.  He kept repeating ooh, and kept fucking harder, until his ability to keep it at that special edge tipped over.

And he pushed in all the way, straining every muscle, and stayed in.  He came hard and he came long.  So hard and so long that Jenay came too.  And her orgasm was so intense that she was bending over just to be able to bear it.

When the feelings slowed and then finally ended, Charles leaned against Jenay and Jenay remained against the headboard.  He kissed her on the neck, and then the back, and then grabbed her and fell over on his back, onto the bed, holding her.  It had been a rough day, but Charles and Jenay were satisfied.  The edge, at least, was off.