FREE: Kinky Penny: It’s Only Kinky the First Time 10.12-10.16.19

“How long has Carrie been working with you?” I wanted to know.

“What?”

“I said how long has Carrie been working with you?”

“Hell, I don’t know. A year or so?”

“You’ve never mentioned her.”

“What the hell is this about, Penny?”

“You talk about all your co-workers, Ben. I know about Rob, I know about Allen. I know about Mike. I know about Martha. You’ve never mentioned Carrie to me.”

That shut him up. He didn’t say anything to me for a while and we rode in silence.

Approximately five minutes from the house, Ben broke his silence. “Why does this have you so upset, Penny?”

It was like pricking a blister.

Not a little blister. A big blister. One that covers almost the entire pad of your big toe. I gushed.

“Dammit, Ben, we’re like two ghosts in our house. You wander and float in, I wander and float in, and sometimes, occasionally, we bump into each other and make small talk.”

“Penny–”

“No. I’m not done yet. When was the last time we made love? Hell, when was the last time we had sex?”

“What?”

“When was the last time you fucked me, Ben? Uncontrolled lust, rolled me over on my stomach in the morning before we get out of bed and just pounded my ass?”

“Penny, I don’t know where you’re going with this.”

“No, think it through. We used to be lovers. I used to jerk you off or blow you a couple of times a week before we got in the shower. You used to lick me until I came at night so I could sleep. We’ve turned into two very selfish people, Ben.”

“Pen, what the fuck?” He wanted to know.

I crossed my arms and looked out the passenger side window. Fuming. Furious. Horny. Unrequited. 

“Is there somebody else?” I demanded.

Ben parked the truck, grabbed our belongings out of the backseat, and without a word took them inside. I lingered alone in the truck cab.

These things had been coming to a head for quite a while. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to deal with them, but I had opened Pandora’s Box.

Eventually I would have to get out of the truck and face the mess that waited for us inside. One inevitable truth about marriage: There are no take backs.
Finally, I worked up the energy to move. Ben was out back in a lawn chair, beer in hand.

“Can I join you?” I wanted to know.

“Sure,” he replied. Looking forward, away from me, hidden by sunglasses.

“I’ll be out in a bit,” I informed him.

Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I thrust a lime into the bottle’s mouth and went out to face the music. This wasn’t going to be pretty.

“What the hell, Pen?” he wanted to know as I settled in next to him.

“Ben, we work. We come home. We hobby. We drink. We sleep. What kind of life is that?”

“Status quo. Comfortable.”

Status quo. Comfortable. I felt the beer gurgle back up in my mouth. It was disgusting.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“What do you want?”

“I’ll be right back,” I informed him.

Trundling back to the house, my head was on fire. What was I doing?”

Facing my bedroom closet. The lingerie drawer to my left so poorly managed. A much too small teddie. Not right. Hose with many runs. That was going in the trash. This drawer was definitely going to need a major overhaul moving forward.

What? What did I have that would seduce him?

I practically ran to the drawers by his side of the bed. Second drawer, my half. In the back. Black bikini. I put it on. Tight. Boobs everywhere.

Perfect.

A pair of heels. Pearls. 

I grabbed another beer and one for Ben on the way out the door.

“Hey!” he exclaimed on my arrival. Flustered. Excited.

“Hey,” I offered, handing him his beer, leaning in, so what was spilling out of the top was even more obvious.

“What’s the occasion?” he wanted to know.

“Status quo and comfortable just left the station, cowboy. Want to go for a ride?”

“Hell yes!”

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