Yoghurt Dip

 "Let's never do that again." Nicole sighed mightily, taking off those hideous heels that had been murder all night long. She spotted a smudge of that disgusting yoghurt dip on her skirt. 

"What, wear those shoes?" Said Tony. 

He wasn't even looking at her. He barely looked at her anymore. This is what happens when a marriage gets old. At least Joe had looked. He'd really looked. All evening. It was a miracle Tony hadn't noticed. Nor had Sharon. She never seemed to. 

"I really don't know why we have to keep up with this friendship. Neither of us likes either of them." She struggled out of the skirt. That yoghurt stain better scrub off. "Can't we just let them go? It's not like either of them can help us in any way…" Tony looked at her, disgust plain on his face. She felt her stomach drop. "I'm going to shower."

Tony watched her go. He rotated his neck, pulling to ease the kinks. This is what she does to me. Flopping into his favorite chair, he turned on the TV. He put on the headphones and made himself a drink. He glanced towards the bedroom and then switched channels to the Hindi shows he enjoyed. She hated them. But he found them relaxing. No demands. Just blandly pretty faces and banal storylines. It was easy. He keyed in the channel number for the news and then hit the previous button - back to the good stuff. 

This is what she does to me. In his own house, on his own TV, he needed to pretend to watch the news. Fuck this shit. His mind wandered over to Sharon. Now that was a woman. Intelligent but undemanding. An artist in the kitchen. And she didn't give a fuck about how "unhealthy" it all was. 

The scene on TV mocked him - a woman adoringly served her husband food, waited while he tasted it, and smiled in delight when he reacted. He sighed and shifted, trying to get comfy. The evening had been so great. He and Sharon had made the dip together. She licked the spoon with such delight. He'd licked it too. The others had droned on about some Netflix show, as if they were invisible. 

He was invisible. Fucking Nicole. She never looked at him the way Sharon looked at Joe. The way she had once looked at him. No, don't go there. The TV droned on, and his mind slipped into a memory of tangled arms and legs, choked sighs and sweaty, frantic lovemaking. They had been in such a hurry. It was almost as if she couldn't wait to have him. That mouth had  been everywhere on his body. She'd bit him and he'd counted them the next day as badges. It was never like that with Nicole. What would've happened if I'd kissed that mouth tonight? 

He jerked upright. His erection hurt. Fuck this. He walked into the bedroom and turned towards the in-suite bathroom. Nicole sat on the bed, applying moisturiser. She stretched her legs seductively as she saw him. "Sorry" he mumbled, "something I ate." He darted into the bathroom, locking it. 

Nicole snorted in disgust. "Must be that dip!" she called out. What a disgusting man. Does he really think I didn't see that erection? She could picture him standing over the toilet, wanking off, scrunching up his face into that stupid expression. It could kill anyone's sex drive, just seeing that face. She stopped. I'll show him. She took off her bottoms and slipped under the covers. He'd step out, and she'd ambush him. No way he'd be able to get it up now. Stupid little, sorry little man. 

It was taking him a while. I'll bet he's taking so long coz he's thinking of that fatty Sharon. Joe, on the other hand, now that man knew how to do it. He liked it rough. He'd taken her every which way. All those afternoons when her parents were out. She felt a rush of heat at the memories. She throbbed down there. She turned her back to the bathroom door and slipped her hand in, stroking. She remembered those times when he had pushed her against the wall, on the bed, on her knees… stroking in and out like a piston. She felt reamed afterwards. There had been a day when she couldn't walk right. She felt a shudder pass through her, filling her with a glow. Fucking Joe. You can still make me cum. 

The toilet flushed. Her hand leapt out and switched off the lights. She relaxed, breathing deeply. Let the fucker sleep. I don't care.

Tony cracked the door open. Good, no lights. He turned off the bathroom light and stepped out. Sliding under the covers, he peeped at her. Yep, definitely asleep. Sighing quietly, he melted into the sheets. Finally.