Teaser: Starting a Family
#2 of Teasers
A married couple learns new things about each other.
This is kind of raw, drawn up in a little less than a half hour and unedited. Inspired by someone else's anecdote.
"You... you what?"
The roan mare was astonished. Melissa stared at her husband, Deacon, and all the black stallion could do is give a sheepish shrug.
"Yeah, I uh... It's..." He didn't know what to expect. Deacon had just revealed to his wife of five years the darkest secret he harbored: he was sexually attracted to young girls, and owned a small collection of cub porn. It wasn't his choice; Melissa had been persistently pestering him about when they were going to have kids. He kept trying to say he wasn't ready yet, but she wouldn't listen. We're 28, we've been together since sophomore year! Deacon considered his wife's just-won't-quit attitude a blessing and a curse.
Melissa looked down at her hooves, deep in thought. She just didn't know what to say or think. Her head swirled like a tornado, so she couldn't hold onto a thought for more than a second. Unable to say anything, she just walked up to Deacon, gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, and left. She took a walk through the nearby park, trying to process this shocking new information. Deacon tried to text her to ask where she was going, but he heard Meli's phone in the kitchen.
What have you done... The stud broke out the whiskey and began to imbibe heavily, sitting and letting tears run silently in the living room. He awaited his wife's return.
When she did finally return, it was just a little more than an hour later. Deacon had been convinced that he was going to be single, and since had taken his drinking to his office, where his computer was. He didn't expect Melissa to come back, so he didn't bother with his usual precautions of using headphones or skimping on lube.
So when she did finally return, she could hear crying from a little girl.
The mare wasn't entirely vanilla, but she also wasn't particularly kinky, either. She enjoyed a little pain in her sex sometimes, and on incredibly rare occasions, the couple had even done rape roleplay. When she heard her husband grunting and noisily masturbating, she found herself in conflict: she had decided on her walk that she wanted to leave her husband, but now she found a spark of warmth in her loins.
Melissa was thankful they had bought a carpeted home. It allowed her to sneak up on the distracted stallion much easier. When she peeked around the corner, she gasped loudly, which only served to startle Deacon. He screamed and tried to simultaneously stand to block his monitor, reach to mute the speakers, and put away his large, raging erection, but failed immediately and miserably at all three in his drunken discoordination.
When he looked back and saw that his wife had gone, he sighed and finally slowed down enough to first mute the speakers, then turn off the monitor. The stud was soft and tucked back in his pants a moment later, and he searched the house for Melissa. "Meli?" he called out as he used the wall as support to walk to the living room. He stumbled and almost fell when he about-faced to the bedroom, where the mare had responded from.
It was Deacon's turn to give a loud gasp. His woman was in bed, nude, and facing the door while looking at her hooves. Sheepishly, she glanced up to him, but she looked away again just as quickly while her cheeks burned. "I saw... you..." she began. He tried to interject, but she held up a finger, to which he fell silent again. "It's okay. I was going to leave you, but..." Melissa bit her lip and had to dig deep within herself to say what she had to say. He had done it, so she could too: "I want you to... to show me. What's on your computer."
When she stood, her teardrop was exposed to the air, and Deacon could smell the arousal on her. Immediately, he dropped within his jeans, and he could feel the bulge creeping down along the inside of his thigh. "You... you what?"