*Don’t pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one. – Bruce Lee*
Hank loved Sundays and hated them at the same time. He liked Jolene’s family, but really did not understand the weekly gatherings. Thankfully, there were not a lot of them. He was especially thankful since they were having lunch here at their one bedroom apartment.
The phone next to the bed chirped and Hank reached over to grab it. There was a message from his patrol partner.
‘Hey, shithead. Season starts today! Cookout at my place.’
Hank grinned at the phone and would love to be hanging out with the guys from the department. But, it was Sunday and Jolene was important to him.
And if he really wanted to move up in the department, she was important for his career.
‘Can’t. Jolene.’
He watched the little dots expecting some comment about him being whopped. Parker did not disappoint.
‘Ask the warden for a day pass. Or bring her with you.’
Just as Hank was going to respond, another message popped up.
‘Tori is excited for Jolene to come over’
Groaning, he texted back. ‘Her family is coming over for lunch. Our turn to host Sunday dinner’
‘Next week?’
‘We’re on shift dumbass'
The three dots blinked and then stopped. Started up again. Stopped. He was about to give up when a new message came through.
‘You and Tori. Damn. I’m not a dumbass. I’m a sexy dumbass.’
‘Sexy or not. Your still a dumbass.’
‘I know that should have been you’re and not your. Who’s the dumbass now?’
Hank chuckled as he put the phone back on the night stand.
The smell of chocolate cake drifted into the room and had him crawling out of bed. He loved her chocolate cake. It was a box mix, but she did something to it that made it awesome.
Of course, her mother was fat. Obviously, the woman could cook. How else would she get so damned fat. Hank knew he had to watch Jolene to make sure she didn’t end up fat like Helen.
Hoping that it was just them there, Hank walked through the apartment in his black plaid boxers. He ran a hand over his shaved head and slid up behind Jolene in the kitchen.
She had dark brown hair and light brown eyes that complimented her lightly tanned skin. Her five feet five inch frame was plump without being fat and fit well with his five feet eleven. His toned arms wrapped around her waist as she was reading the recipe.
He could already tell that she was not wearing a bra. Kissing her neck, he slid his hands under her shirt and caressed her breasts. Jolene giggled as she leaned back into his chest.
“How long do we have?” Hank murmured.
“About ten minutes until I need to pull it back out.”
“Perfect.” He said picking her up holding her back to his chest. With no effort, he carried her to the bedroom. “On your knees.” He ordered setting her on her feet.
This used to be one of her favorite positions. Back when they first got together, he would tease her and drive her crazy until her legs were ready to give out.
The thought of it caused her to start to become wet. The way he would tease her clit with his tongue and her tits with his fingers. Then he would finger fuck her until she would cream all over his hand.
But recently, it had become his quickest way of getting off. He undid her jeans and pulled them down just as far as he needed. Then he was sliding into her and groaning in pleasure.
“I love it when you’re tight like this.”
Jolene groaned in pain and he must have taken it as one of pleasure because he began pounding in and out of her. She gasped at the pain she was feeling and he tightened his grip on her hips. Then he slammed into her, releasing his seed.
“I’m going to go get a shower.” Hank said pulling out.
Jolene waited until the shower started before she let out a small sob. He was a good guy, even if he wasn’t as attentive as he once had been. Maybe this was what happened after a year of marriage.
Using a towel hanging on the back of the door, she cleaned herself. In the painful process, she noticed a light streak of blood.
Her mom, Helen, noticed something was off, but what could she say? Her mom had stayed with a man who cheated on her through out their entire marriage. They had been divorced for less than six months. Her dad was remarried. Her mom was slipping further into depression.
Was this what she had to look forward to? A loveless marriage with an unfaithful husband?
Jolene was in bed scrolling through TikTok thinking about this when Hank came in. He took her phone and laid it on the charging pad. Then he slowly and thoroughly made love to her.
As her alarm went off on Monday morning, her fears had been pushed aside. Her concerns dismissed.
His control was more secure.