The festive season

Amy found herself hotly  anticipating the next time she would fuck Kenny. She knew she could  sneak into his room that very night if she wanted but she didn’t want to  seem too slutty and she preferred it to be a bit more spontaneous. A  couple of days later and she was wishing that she had just gone into his  room that night.

Things went wrong at work. Two members of staff had a fight and both  lost their job and then a third resigned a little after. Christmas was  fast approaching and they were suddenly desperately short-staffed. Being  too soft-hearted to just dump her manager in it, she took a lot of  extra hours until the staff could be replaced. This meant that most  nights she was working until closing. She had gone from a part-time job  to more than full time and she was exhausted.

Peter and Kenny were  fending for themselves when it came to dinner. She was secretly quite  pleased that they both had started cooking together. They had become  quite the little pair. Peter was also working hard so everyone was tired and home life became more about eating and sleeping than anything else.

Towards the latter part of November, they managed to get a meal  together and Kenny then made an announcement. “Our department needs to  have building work done on it so we are moving to online teaching until  after Christmas.”

“Does that mean you are going to be at home more?” asked Amy, secretly hoping that it might mean a bit more opportunity for some fun.

“Yes, but there is something else. I was talking to dad about this  and he has managed to get me a job over the festive season. Some builder  friend of his needs extra help to complete a project on time. Dad  wouldn’t have bothered suggesting it to me before but I’m fitter now so  he thought I would be okay to help out. It’s not what I want to do but  the money is too good to pass up.”

“That’s great, Kenny,” said Peter.  “I never did anything like that and I am useless around the house. It’s  a great opportunity to get some life skills. It can save you a lot of  money if you can fix things yourself and extra income is always  welcome.”

“Yes, that’s great,” said Amy but she lacked the enthusiasm of Peter. “When do you go?”

“In a couple of days. It has to be finished by Christmas so after  that, I should have a bit of time off before University starts again.  I’ll be back in a little over a month.”

Peter spoke enthusiastically with Kenny and Amy struggled to conceal her disappointment. “Are you in this evening?” she  asked, thinking that she might sneak in to see him later.

“No, I’m actually out for once. My course is having a little early  Christmas party as several of us are going away. I’ll probably have a  drink and crash in my friend's room at the uni.”

Amy was left feeling  frustrated but she tried to shove it aside. It kept creeping into her  mind the next day at work and even more so after she found Kenny’s room  without his computer in it. One night, she decided to raise something  with Peter. “I’m thinking of quitting the shop.”

Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really? I thought you liked it.”

“I did but being there all the time has taken the joy out of it for  me. I was thinking that I’d work until Christmas to give the boss time  to replace me. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked, seeking his approval.

“Dear, you know I never insisted that you work. You always chose to.  Money isn’t a concern. I just wonder what you will do with your time.”

“I was thinking of doing the cliche thing and doing some charity  work. I might look into some freelance admin work. I don’t know if I’m  being honest. I just know that I don’t want to be at the shop anymore.  You won’t think of me as some lazy trophy wife will you?”

“Lazy? No, dear. I would never think of you as lazy. I do sometimes  think of you as a trophy wife though,” he said with a little smile.

“Maybe I’ll have to start cooking lavish dinners for your boss like in old sitcoms.”

“Ugh, no. I’d rather keep them out of my home. I work hard enough, I  don’t need them here too. I'm glad that isn't much of a thing anymore.”

“Well, the offer is there. I’ll put on a lovely pinny and everything.”

Peter looked thoughtful. “You’d look quite fetching in that old fifties style. I bet the seamed stockings would suit you.”

“I’ll put some stockings on right now if you want me to,” she said flirtatiously. Peter couldn't hide that he liked the idea so she did and they made love for  the first time in a while without anyone else in the house.

Her manager was in a state of panic when she said she would be  resigning. She felt a little bad as she hated to let people down but the  staffing issue had gotten out of hand. The truth behind her reason for  quitting was that she wanted more opportunities to be naughty but she  was doing a great job of convincing herself that it wasn’t the case.

The run-up to Christmas was hard for Amy.  Short-staffed and also trying to train up and support new ones. As she  was planning on quitting she ended up taking too many hours out of  guilt. She was there almost every day and often until evening. She  hardly got to see Peter  let alone any friends who had been inviting her out for festive drinks  and parties. On Christmas eve her manager begged her not to quit but she  stayed resolute and it made her feel terrible.

She had done none of her usual preparations for Christmas and had  done the bare minimum of shopping for gifts which was something she  usually took great pride in. Mercifully they were with Peter’s family for Christmas day and hers on boxing day meaning that she got away without decorating or having to plan food.

The day after that she resolved that she wouldn’t get dressed or do anything productive. Even Peter somewhat entered into the spirit of it even if he couldn’t bear not getting dressed. Amy was weary and low. She felt drained and like she hadn’t done anything  fun in over a month. It annoyed her that a job she had enjoyed had  become such a burden and she was too tired to see the possibilities of  her future free time.

After lunch, she decided she was going to have sex with Peter. It had been too long and she hoped it might improve her mood. Having barely seen his wife for a month, Peter was eager to go to bed with her but there was something in her mood that put him out of ease.

As they began to kiss on the bed, things looked positive. Peter could feel himself getting hard as he touched his beautiful wife. Amy seemed enthusiastic but it felt like she was pushing herself. It was  hard for him to put his finger on it. Her kisses were energetic but not  enthusiastic. Her touch was active but not intimate. A seed of doubt was  planted in his mind about whether she actually wanted to do this. He  wanted to. He had missed her and things at the office had been  stressful, trying to get everything done in time for the Christmas  break. A lot of the issues had fallen at his door and while it was not  going to reflect poorly on him, a lot of people had been looking to him  for leadership.

That was it. His mind was out of the moment. His cock softened just  barely. Then the panic set in. As he panicked about losing his erection  it only made it go down more. He stopped Amy in her tracks. “I’m sorry, it’s gone.” He didn’t need to say more than  that. It was a phrase that had come up several times in the past and she  knew what he meant.

“Really?” she said, a hint of exasperation in her voice. She then  caught herself. She didn’t want him to feel bad as that would only make  things worse. “Poor darling. Come here.” She pulled him into a cuddle to  console him but it also hid her frustration.

“I’m sorry, things have been stressful at work for me too,” he told her.

“I know and I haven’t been around to support you.”

After a moment of consolation, Peter rolled away from her and Amy straightened out her clothing. Peter was lying face up staring at the ceiling. Amy rolled onto her side and asked, “Is it just work or is it because Kenny hasn’t been here for a while?”

“I was just contemplating that very question.” He didn’t look at her,  he just kept looking at the ceiling. “I’m not sure I can cope with the  idea that my erection depends on having another man in the house. It  feels so pathetic.”

“Could this just be a work thing? Stress is a problem for a lot of men.”

Peter sighed. “It  could. I think it’s making it worse. I just keep coming back to those  handjobs you gave me. They are so frustrating but somehow I love it. I  have a theory if you want to hear it.”

“Of course, I want to. I want to help you with this.”

“I have so much responsibility at work. I am well-regarded and people  depend on me. Even among my peers, my opinion is valued and I’m pretty  certain that if I was more ruthless I could work my way to the top. I  know I sound like I’m boasting but it’s true. It’s a lot of pressure to  maintain that and I make sure I have enough self-discipline to keep on  top of things. I have control over everything except you. I feel like I  need something I have no control over.”

“And that’s me?” asked Amy.

“Yes, that’s you. What do you think?”

“I think you are a messed up little bunny,” she said, kindly. “I  think it’s a good theory. The cliche of the powerful CEO wanting to be  tied up and whipped or treated like a baby is pretty well established. I  suppose it’s a bit like that.” She smiled at him and sighed. “It’s a  pity, I would have looked great in PVC and leather. Are you sure you  wouldn’t like me to make you crawl on the floor and give you a  spanking?”

Peter chuckled. “No. Knowing that you are too much woman for me to handle is enough.”

“Too much woman? Too much for one man or too much for you?”

“I’m not sure,” said Peter, swallowing.

“I only ask because one implies that no single man could be enough  for me which is kind of funny. The other suggests that one man could be  enough but you don’t think you are enough.”

“I don’t think I am enough.”

“You could be if you chose to be.” She didn’t mean to make it sound  harsh but as it left her mouth she wondered if it had been a little too  cutting. On the other hand, she was tired and not in the mood to massage  his ego.

“I’m hard again,” said Peter.

In her bad mood, this annoyed her. She had lost the mood but was also  too considerate of his feelings to ignore that comment. “You should put  it in.”

“Are you sure, you don’t seem yourself?”

“I’m not in the mood if I’m being honest but I think you should while you can. Come on, get on top of me.”

Her terse indifference was helping Peter.  In a way, feeling like he was bothering her played right into his  fetish. She didn’t remove the bed covers and just wriggled out of her  bottoms. There was no ceremony or romance as he got between her legs and  pressed it up against her slit. She wasn’t totally dry but she was not  as wet and enthusiastic as she usually was. Still, he managed to insert  himself without trouble. She gave him a smile but it was not a warm and  welcoming one.

As he began to move he noticed that she was looking away into the  corner of the room. She responded to the sensation of being penetrated  but it was a simple reaction to being penetrated rather than any sensual  response. Her indifference made him think that he was no good at this.  That girl, Beth, had made her cum several times and now he struggled to  even make her feel good. These thoughts, coupled with the fact that it  had been a while since they had been intimate made his orgasm creep up  on him unexpectedly. “I’m cumming,” he announced but she barely  responded, she just turned her gaze back to him.

He shot his load inside her. “Does that feel better?” she asked  sweetly. He grunted in the affirmative and rolled off her. “I’m going to  take a bath,” she said and immediately got out of bed.

Rushing to was his cum out of her, Peter thought but was sickened by the self-deprecating thought in his  post-orgasm clarity. Thoughts like that were better suited to being  aroused rather than after the fact. He knew that it wasn’t the case. He  knew that she had had a tough month and was feeling guilty about leaving  her job. Even knowing all that, his brain wouldn’t let those thoughts  completely leave his mind. He hated the irrationality of it but he  accepted that humans were not rational creatures. After all, a rational  man wouldn’t have enjoyed completely failing to pleasure his wife but he  had.

Amy sank into the hot  water. Her tiredness washed over her. She knew that her mood was mostly  due to how tired she was. As nice as Christmas was, travelling and  spending time with family hadn’t helped her recover. She hoped she  hadn’t upset Peter but she equally couldn’t bring herself to pursue making it up to him right now.

She contemplated how she felt about her husband’s fetish. For the  first time, she had felt just a hint of resentment. She didn’t hate the  fetish but having him feel like he wasn’t enough made her a little cross  that he would think that she didn’t love him enough to be content with  him. She realised he probably didn’t see it that way. “Out of control,”  she mused to herself out loud. He clearly wanted her to be out of  control, at least a little. She wasn’t sure what to do about that. She  wished Kenny were still around. It was easy to be wild when he was  around.

At that moment, she felt a huge urge to be selfish. She was tired of thinking of ways to please Peter,  she wanted to please herself. He wanted her out of his control then he  should be glad that she puts herself first for a bit. The question was,  what did she want to do?

Her thoughts drifted back to Kenny. She still hadn’t tested the  limits of his sexual stamina. She didn’t know how many times he could  cum before he was spent. She found herself eager to find out but it  wasn’t practical to do it at home because she was supposed to be keeping  it secret, like an affair. An affair… A smile crept onto her lips as a  wicked idea hit her. She reached out of the bath and grabbed her phone.  She pulled up Kenny’s number and messaged him, “Hey…”