Behind Closed Doors (pt 2)

Saturday morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom window, the delicate light first illuminating an empty bed, then a couple entwined in a loving embrace on the plush carpet. June stirred at the incessant prodding of the orange glow and gently disentangled herself from her husband. She sat and stretched and watched Russel sleep for a few minutes before she stood and picked up hastily discarded and, to her dismay, ripped clothing. She frowned as she tossed the brand new shirt in the waste basket on her way to the shower.

The spray of water stung as it struck tender new carpet burns, but the heat dissipated the pain to a mere discomfort. After she was clean, June stood under the water and stared at the slate wall. The usually warm combination of muted green tones and the golden veins were instead lost in the cold grey stone. A chill flittered across June's skin as she thought back to the day it was chosen.

The sales clerk at the local Floor & Tile Warehouse had left the couple standing in the aisle to place the Garret's entire remodel order for delivery, so no one was near to see him pull her close against his hips and slip one hand around her body and into the front waistband of her skirt. There were no witnesses as he slipped his fingers past the soft curls between her legs and gently entered her wet and ready pussy.

"This, my sweet," his gruff voice fell to her ear, "to whom does it belong?"

Working to control her breathing, June whispered her reply, "You, Sir."

"Good girl," Russel kissed her neck as he increased the pressure from his hand. June began to whimper.  "Quietly," he chided; June clenched her jaw. Her orgasm was short but still turned her legs limp. Russel chuckled into her ear, "I love that almost as much as I love you, my Pet." He held her upright for a few moments until she could stand again, and then removed his hand. She was slightly unsteady, but leaned against her husband in what she hoped would look like a normal embrace.

Russel hugged her close with one arm and reached up to run his wetted fingers across her lips. June smiled and licked him clean. He then pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear before pulling a simple brown envelope from his pocket. It had been folded and creased neatly to fit, unnoticed, next to the pen at his breast.

"I think it is time to give you your gift. Happy anniversary, my Pet."

June was confused. Russel had led her to believe the house remodel was her gift: the larger bathroom with its custom shower, the new guest bedroom add-on, the old guest bedroom to craft-space conversion, and the new bedroom balcony.... She gingerly took the envelope and carefully unfolded it. Inside was a single sheet of paper: a folded drawing. It was a scaled down version of the plans for the upstairs guest bedroom conversion, but it was different than what the contractor had on display. She stared at it, trying to make sense of what was different.

Tears filled her eyes as she realized what it was, and they seeped into her voice when she looked up at her husband, "Oh, Sir! Do you mean it?" 

"Yes, my Pet." The plans for the new nursery crumpled between them as he hugged her tight.

June dried her tears with the bath towel. She looked at her reflection in the steam streaked mirror. With sunken eyes and slumped shoulders, she looked defeated and older than her thirty years.

"There's no point in crying," she scolded herself, "There are other options. We can still do this." Her hands drifted down to her stomach and an ache filled her chest. "Well, it may not everything we wanted, but we can't give up." One final tear fell down her cheek, and then she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. Her internal pep-talk would have to do for now. She still had a house to keep tidy and a husband to please.