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Raindrops spattered the windows of Tracey’s twenty-fifth floor office. The grey gloominess of the seemingly never-ending day matched her mood. Tracey was in a funk, and she had been for some time. Her thoughts drifted as she pecked aimlessly at her keyboard. “I need a break because this shit ain’t working.” She glanced at her closed door, “Fuck, why does my life have to be such shit?” Tracey recalled the beginning of the end and considered her future. ~~~ Tracey pulled into the garage of her three-bedroom home. Relieved to be out of the bumper-to-bumper traffic of rush hour, she took a deep breath and released the pent up pressure of her work day. She grimaced, took another deep breath, and dispelled the remnants of the bubbling road rage that came with her commute. She threw her legs over the side of the car, and planted her head in her hands, “What a day!” She stood to her assisted height of five feet ten inches and stared at her husband’s mess of a man cave. She kicked her heels off as she reached the door to her home. “Cameron!” She yelled at her husband who was more roommate than loving husband of nearly ten years. Entering the kitchen and heading toward the temperature controlled wine cabinet, Tracey yearned for a glass of red. In her opinion, there was nothing better than a glass of wine to ease her troubled mind and relax her weary body. “Cameron, where are you?” With her wine glass filled, Tracey listened to the stillness of her home. “Strange,” she thought. She gracelessly plopped her curvaceous form on the sofa and noticed the porn on the high definition screen. She smiled inwardly, “Oh, he wants to play.” Tracey didn’t know what to make of his bold move. She and Cameron’s relationship had been like walking on broken glass for months, honestly, it was closer to a year. Emotional blood dripped from her regularly, and it burned inside her to the soles of her aching feet when she contemplated her failing marriage. “Maybe this is a chance,” she spoke softly. “I’ll go to him.” Her movements were slow as she removed her navy pencil skirt and let it drop to the floor. She went to the kitchen for a second wine glass and the bottle that she left on the countertop. In deep thought, she considered what she was about to do and loosened her blouse. The silky material slipped from her voluptuous form, and after it fell to the wood floor she grabbed the wine. Making her way up the stairs to the master bedroom, Tracey realized that she could be interrupting his private time. Would he be happier if left alone, left alone to stroke himself to orgasm? Surely not, they hadn’t made love in over a year, and hadn’t even had sex in months. Surely he’d prefer the moist warmth of her womanhood. Tracey stopped at the door as she heard the soft moans of her husband’s pleasure. Wetness flooded her sex at the sound of his arousal. She opened the door and stepped inside, “Cameron, do you…” She froze. What she saw set off a murderous rage inside her, and she dropped the contents of her hands. The plush carpeting absorbed the red wine as a scream formed in the pit of her soul, yet nothing came out the ‘O’ of her mouth. She thought of the gun in her closet, but sanity quickly returned. Tracey watched as a latex clad woman slammed into her husband as he stroked his raging, thickly veined rod. Her temper flared as she stealthily walked toward the woman that had her man made cock in the recesses of her husband’s anal cavity. When she reached her, the murderous rage returned, and she grabbed a handful of the woman’s hair. “What the fuck? Cameron!” He jumped from the bed as his cock twitched in his hand, “Trace, I…” “Shut the hell up!” Tracey finally looked at the woman. She screamed as she recognized her own best friend. Tears sprouted from unbelieving eyes, “What?” Confusion, anger, and frustration enveloped every fiber of her being. “Sherry,” she cried, “God, oh God, oh God! What the hell is happening?” “Trace!” “Tracey!” They spoke at the same time, but only Sherry cruelly continued to speak. “I love him,” she smiled at her best friend’s husband, “I love you, Cameron!” She walked over to him and finally, she noticed her friend’s attire. With even more cruelty, Sherry laughed. “Do you think,” laughter erupted from her latex encased chest, “Tracey, do you really think he wants you when he has this?” She twirled her size six body around showing Tracey just how sexy she could be. Tracey’s body shook with tears that ran unchecked down her face. “Get out,” her words were barely a whisper. Sherry embraced Cameron, “I’ll leave, but please, Cameron, come with me.” “No,” he looked at her, “I need to speak to my wife. Go.” “I’m not your wife. I haven’t been for some time now, and I’ll never be again!” Tracey looked at the bitch that she’d been friends with for as long as she could remember, “Now… get the hell out of my house!” “Tracey,” he had the nerve to sound contrite. “Please talk to me.” He could have promised her all the money in the world to entice her into listening to him, but there was absolutely nothing he could say to her about their situation. She turned and left the room. As she reached the sanctuary of her room, Tracey’s crying rocked her body. She blindly entered and went in search of jeans and a shirt. Finding both with little effort, the shattered woman pulled them on and left her home. Tracey spent a week in a hotel room. ankara escort She barely ate and only recalled showering twice during her isolation. Eventually, she went home to reclaim what was rightly hers. Cameron was there. She hoped and prayed that he wouldn’t be, but really, why would he leave? He lived rather nicely on her dime, and she’d let him. For years she supported him while he jumped from job to job, and never once did she complain about his instability–not even when he ridiculed her. Cameron and Tracey met when she was a svelte size four, and her body’s metabolism had not yet turned on her. After a whirlwind romance, and an unplanned pregnancy, they married at the local courthouse. Tracey gained the requisite baby weight, but ultimately lost the baby. Cameron became her world, and food became her best friend. Over the years, she dieted and gained, gained and dieted until she stopped caring what he thought; but honestly, she cared more than anyone knew. Communication between the two was nearly non-existent, and when they did talk, his words were hurtful. “Peach” became “chubby wubby” when he did care to communicate with her, and Cameron teased, taunted, and denied her all the intimacies of marriage on almost a daily basis. Predictably, they became roommates that at times, fucked. She hoped for a chance that night–a chance to rekindle the flame, and that hope was shattered with a single pump of her best friend’s plastic cock. ~~~ So there she was, unhappily in her office on a rainy day, despondently pecking at her keyboard as fresh tears streaking her subtly pretty face. It was easy for her to understand how she’d arrived at that point in her life, but where was her life going? She pulled the divorce papers from her bag. Could she do it? Could she sever the tie, could she effectively cut the umbilical cord that fed the dysfunctional adolescent that was her marriage? She certainly hoped so because she felt it was important to her future. Tracey had grown comfortable with Cameron, but she realized that she was ready. She needed more. “I deserve better,” she looked into the gloom. “I’ve earned this.” Tracey earned the divorce just as much as she earned her upcoming vacation, which was arriving just in the nick of time. She realized that she couldn’t go on like she had been. She packed her belongings and headed home. Upon entering her garage, Tracey noticed her friend’s car. Cameron’s SUV was noticeably absent, and she wondered what she’d come home to. It had been months since their encounter and certainly neither wanted to deal with the other. “What are you doing here?” Tracey didn’t bother saying hello. She figured neither Sherry nor Cameron deserved politeness, and even if they did she wasn’t the one to offer it. “I came to support Cameron,” she glared at her former friend. “I think he needs me.” “You must be mistaken and confused, because what he needs is to finally sign these papers and get the hell out of my house.” Tracey shot an icy glare in their direction, and steeled herself with false bravado while waiting for her scandalous friend’s response. She intended to take no prisoners in the future, and she thought it might as well start with Sherry and Cameron. “He needs spousal support.” “I can speak for myself, Sherry.” Cameron shifted restlessly and eyed Tracey, “I’ve found a job; I’ll sign and be out of the house before you get back from your vacation.” He looked from Sherry to Tracey and hoped that all hell wouldn’t break loose. “I’m not leaving you here to fuck this trick in my house!” Tracey’s temperature rose. “We can go to court… ” “Are you serious?” Tracey laughed incredulously, “What judge would… You know what, I’m done, because this is beyond ridiculous.” Cameron saw the fight leave her eyes as something else filled them, and since she held his dick in a vise financially, he uttered, “I’ll fuck her sexy ass in every room, you’ll never be happy living here again!” Tracey felt a surge of peace. Whatever venom that spewed from his mouth didn’t penetrate her calm resolve. There was nothing more that he could say to hurt her anymore than he already had, and as she realized that, she said the only thing that came to mind. “Sign the fucking papers.” Tracey stared them down, and without saying a word she left them open mouthed and fuming. Cameron and Sherry left the house when they realized that nothing more would come of staying. It really was done. ~~~ Jeffrey tried his best to pay attention to his girlfriend, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what the hell she rambled on about. He glanced at his uneaten meal, “What? Did you say the next step?” He held his breath, captured her gaze, and awaited her response. “Yes, Jeff. Marriage, I know you heard me.” “Come on, Whitney, we’ve talked about this.” “I know, Jeffrey,” she smiled seductively and lifted her foot to his crotch, “But I think we’re ready.” It wasn’t as if Jeffrey was emotionally unavailable or commitment challenged, it was just that she was not what he wanted in a wife. She continued playing footsie with his dick while he contemplated a response. “Baby, we’re not meant for the long haul. You’ve known that from the start.” His dick twitched in clear indication that it disagreed. “Your cock says otherwise, it always goes long for me.” “Shut that corny shit down, Whit. You know what I mean.” “Why not ankara escort bayan me, Jeff?” Whitney’s tone grew serious and the titillating teasing from her foot came to a halt. Jeffrey knew that this day would come though, he wasn’t prepared to let her go just yet. Unfortunately, he knew just what he had to do. “Whit, I’m a flawed, hard headed, selfish man, and you deserve better.” “Don’t. Don’t make this about you, this is about us. You are right about something though, I do deserve better.” She used his words against him. Emotion flooded her eyes, “Besides, I know those things and still, I want you. I want you, 24/7.” “Whitney, I need something you don’t have, and to say that makes me a bastard.” “There,” he thought, “Please just let it go.” Jeffrey didn’t want to tell her all of it. He didn’t want to admit that she was perfect, well, at least too perfect for him. He needed someone flawed. Whitney was physically perfect; her mind was sharp, her attitude was loving and sexy, and her outlook on life was always upbeat and optimistic. And when it came to sex, she was as open and freaky as any woman he’d ever met. “Jeffrey, I love you.” “I know, Whit,” he leaned over to kiss her, but she deflected it. “I can’t give you what you want.” Whitney stood, “Then it has to end.” Jeffrey shook his head, threw a fifty on the table, and went after her. Ignoring the half formed monster in his trousers, he caught up with her at the entrance of the restaurant, “Whit, don’t leave like this. Let me take you home.” “Why, you trying to rid yourself of the guilt?” “No, just being a gentleman and I do care for you.” They arrived at his truck and he drove her home. “Why, Jeff? Tell me why I’m not the one.” “I can only tell you what I feel, Whitney.” Her hand slithered over the taut muscle of his thigh and onto the object of her desire that slept between his legs. “You feel this don’t you? Tell me.” He hissed in response, “Girl, I feel you,” Jeffrey’s dick danced. “And this ain’t about sex.” He opened the door and stumbled out intending to open her door. Whitney didn’t wait for him to open the door, she pounced. Determined, horny, and angry, she pounced. Pushing him into the side of the truck, Whitney thrust her hand down his trousers. Jeffrey was frozen in shock and extreme arousal. Her kiss was fierce, and in an instant, cloth met ankles. He fisted her hair just as she took nearly all of him into the cavernous warmth of her mouth. Massaging his balls, Whitney sucked, teased, and lapped at his length as desire, need, and an overwhelming desperation fueled her actions. “Fuck, babe,” he pressed himself into her. His movements were powerful, and the familiar rhythm of fucking her mouth settled inside him. “You want me to stop?” Whitney grabbed his ass, gave it a slight push and took him deeper into her mouth. ‘No, hell no,’ that was his body’s response, but in his mind he knew. He knew even as his dick betrayed him, he knew that truly their relationship was dead. Whitney released his dick, stroked it while it pulsed, and much to Jeffrey’s surprise, she ran her teeth slowly down his thick muscle. “What… Oh baby! Don’t…” Jeffrey couldn’t utter the words as she readied him for climax. Whitney’s hands aggressively massaged his balls as her teeth nipped at the head of his thick shaft. She moved quickly and purposefully. Her mouth took over for her hands, and just as she thought, that was his undoing. Jeffrey’s body jerked mightily as jets of ejaculate spewed from his dick, his breath was ragged, and his eyes were temporarily blinded by the sheer magnitude of his orgasm. “Fuck!” “Yes, baby! Come in and fuck me,” her words were rushed whispers. “Please!” Jeffrey heard the desperation in her. Her body reeked of it. He couldn’t do it, “No.” “You’re fucking kidding me!” Whitney’s anger reignited, “You want to, I know you fucking do. Look, your dick is still hard!” Jeffrey knew that he couldn’t hold back, “No, Whitney. No more, I don’t love you. I never will.” He moved to the other side of the truck, “I can’t.” ~~~ Jeffrey reached for the odd correspondence that presented an opportunity that he truly couldn’t ignore. He knew that he was adopted, but a rich birth mother surprised him. He was a humble rancher. His parents worked their generations old ranch and raised him without spoiling him. He considered hiring a professional to deal with the inheritance or whatever was contained in his birth mother’s will, but with all that happened between him and Whitney, why not take the trip? He pulled out his credit card and looked forward to California. ~~~ Total relaxation awaited Tracey at the Calindido Ranch Resort in the Napa Valley. She was in awe of the resort, which was nestled in one hundred and fifty acres of nature, and surrounded by some of the best wineries in the Valley. She entered the resort’s lobby and hoped that the single bedroom lodge that she reserved would be even more appealing than the travel agent described. The hostess led her out of the lobby and onto the grounds to her lodge. A myriad of brilliant oak trees and the tranquil sound of water from a nearby creek welcomed her. Immediately, Tracey knew that whatever she had planned would be well worth the effort simply because of what surrounded her. Her lodge was gorgeously appointed. Rustic beauty met luxurious furnishings, and when she saw the private escort ankara hot tub and semi-outdoor rain shower, Tracey yearned for time to indulge. She rushed the hostess out, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome, miss. Enjoy your stay.” Tracey took in the view while she puttered around the cabin and put away her things. As she stood in the doorway of the lodge, she felt an urge to be naked. Ordinarily, Tracey wasn’t the type to roam about the house naked, but the natural environment affected her. The mocha hued woman shed her clothing as she stood enjoying the floor to ceiling view, and as she did so another layer of the essence of who she was became exposed. Sunlight poured onto her smooth skin, and she ran a hand over a heavy breast. Tracey thought about her thin legs that supported her womanly hips, and round firm ass. It was no secret that she struggled to maintain her curvaceous form. She fought hard to stay at a healthy size twelve. More curvy than she had been a few years before, Tracey was now quite pleased with her shape. “Hell, if I don’t like the way I look naked, how can I expect any man to?” she thought. Tracey crept outside and powered up the hot tub. She couldn’t believe her newly discovered bravado, but she embraced it and marveled at the freedom it provided. She placed a foot on the edge of the tub’s platform and leaned over it to test the heat of the bubbling water. “Heaven,” she slid into the relaxing tub, and within minutes her hand began to roam the mound of her puffy sex. While her fingers opened her moistened lips, she sighed and played with her slick pearl. Tracey rubbed the sensitive nub until it throbbed and the need to climax burned deeply throughout her womanhood. She pinched her nipple, stroked her clit from side to side, and sucked in air as the orgasm rocketed through her. A gentle breeze accompanied Tracey’s orgasm as she relaxed her muscles and went limp. Smiling to herself, Tracey glanced at the beauty that surrounded her and sunk deeper into the heated water. ~~~ Jeff’s personal business brought him to the Napa Valley, but the beauty surrounding Calindido Ranch beckoned him. For once he was happy that he’d followed his instincts. With jeans slung low on his hips, he approached the picturesque view beyond his glass doors. What he saw amazed him and riveted him to the spot. He watched as the gorgeous woman removed her clothes; her brashness was striking. Did she not realize that although the lodges were pretty private, she could still be seen? Jeff didn’t care if she could, he would watch as long as she remained visible. Before he could turn to grab his drink, Tracey quickly stepped outside. “What the hell, woman?” his voice was edged with blossoming arousal. “What are you up to?” He spoke to her as if she was with him, as if he knew her. Jeff continued his perusal of the courageous woman while she entered the tub, shamelessly nude. He didn’t understand why he was on edge while Tracey pleasured herself, as he was not the type that enjoyed voyeurism, but he was captivated by her every movement. Tracey’s body edged up above the water just as Jeff realized that she was going to climax. A bolt of searing desire pierced his system while he watched the thunderous orgasm consume her. He had to meet her. He didn’t know how it would happen, and for that matter he didn’t care. It just had to happen. ~~~ Early morning sunlight filtered through the trees and into the doorway of Tracey’s lodge. She was dressed for her first hike; her shoulder length hair was pulled back into a ponytail, blue yoga pants hugged her curves, and the sleeveless t-shirt hung loosely on her frame. She reached for her favorite ball cap and left her cabin. Tracey enjoyed the short jaunt to the resort’s lobby. The air was tinged with an earthiness that surprised her, the birds chirped, and wind whistled around the bountiful trees. She’d made it to the lobby and had no difficulty finding the group of hikers. She walked up to the first friendly face she saw, “Hi, I’m Tracey.” The woman shook her head as if she didn’t hear her. “Uhm, I said hello.” Tracey couldn’t fathom why the woman didn’t speak. “Oh, hello. Are you going on the hike?” Tracey smiled, “Sure. Why would I be here if I weren’t?” “Look over there. Do you see him? He is the reason I’m attempting this three mile punishment.” Tracey looked in the direction of the man, “Oh, wow!” “Indeed,” the woman glanced at Tracey. “Oh no, I saw him first.” Jeff stood on the fringes of the hiking group, speaking to the attorney in charge of his biological mother’s estate. As he hung up, he realized that he was being watched. He looked at the women, and in an instant his stomach dropped to his feet, his pulse raced, and he felt dampness sprout in his palms. It was her. He approached on unsteady feet. “Ladies, ready for the hike?” Tracey’s intake of breath was sharp and rendered her speechless, but the other woman was all over him. “Oh, yeah! I live for this.” She laid a hand on his shoulder, “You must work out often, this will be a cakewalk for you.” Tracey watched the woman in action and realized that she was already too late, because Jeff’s eyes settled on hers and then slowly traveled down the length of her body. She felt an unexplained intimacy that shouldn’t have existed. Heat flooded her cheeks as the group started to depart for the hike. “Hi, I’m Tracey and you…” He quickly interrupted her. “Am honored to meet you, Tracey, I’m Jeff.” ~~~ The hike proved to be well worth the physical effort for more reasons than one. Jeff flirted unabashedly with Tracey and cautiously ignored the woman that constantly threw her body at him.

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