Suburban Bliss - Chapter One
#1 of Suburban Bliss
Uh, enjoy?
How did it come to this?
I've done everything right, right? I have a wife, I have kids, I have a nice job and house and car and... minimal debt.
There she is, a badger like me. The love of my life, sensual as always, and yet... cold. Where did the love go? What did I do wrong? It feels like she's been ignoring me for the better part of a year. Hell, it's been a couple years since we... well.
"What?" she would ask me if she ever caught me staring at her. Her response used to be so different, something sexy or light hearted, something that I had fallen in love with. When did this all start? Was it when we had the kids? Was it gradual?
It was time for my vacation from work. A mandatory thing that... honestly, I didn't want, because at work at least I have my coworkers to talk to, acquaintences to joke with. At home it felt like I was alone despite my family being there. I don't think my kids even want me there. Maybe my wife has been telling them things.
The kids were still going to school, and the wife had her own job to attend to, so I had the house to myself. What was I supposed to do in the morning? Sleep? If I did that, she'd be mad at me. I could almost hear her voice. "Why did you just sit around? Don't we have enough to do? Why am I the only one trying to keep this house from falling apart? What kind of example are you setting for your kids?"
What did the house even need? She cleaned everything. The kids were in high school, so they don't want me in their rooms, so that's off limits. I guess I could just... relax.
Maybe I can host a party. Wouldn't that be something? If only I had friends to invite.
It's been so long since I've had time to myself. Perhaps some time on the computer is warranted. No one around to yell at me, no one to ask me to do something... that sounds nice, actually.
I wiped the dust off of my computer and nearly sneezed. I listened to the grinding fan whir up, the little clicks inside the computer showing that it was still alive somewhat, the screen darker than I remember, but it came on eventually. Updates, great. Guess I'll let that be for a while.
I made myself a sandwich in the kitchen, the urge to eat not so great these days but I found forcing myself to do so periodically made me feel better in the long run. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I still remembered how to do that much, at least.
My personal e-mail was full of spam. Get a larger member, get prescription viagra for cheap, invest in shady dealings so they can steal your money. Maybe some pain killers? I could deal with feeling less pain these days. At least the spam filter got most of it, but every now and then, something would find its way through.
I deleted the unimportant messages and realized that there were no important messages left. I saw some old correspondances with old friends but it had been years since I've spoken to some of them, and... frankly, I'm sure they're better off not speaking to me.
A sigh could only pass so much time. I checked my work e-mail, and like I guessed it would be, it was empty. No one really needed anything from me at work, and even if they did, it was very easy to replace me. An inundated sector with too many workers all wanting the same job. That was part of the reason why mandatory holidays were enforced.
What time was it? Noon? No, earlier. Few more hours before everyone started coming home. Maybe a bath was in order. I haven't had one of those in ages, and God knows I need a relaxing soak.
Another ad popped up on my e-mail, so I clicked to delete it. Find local horny such and such for some fun times. Yeah, yeah. If only it were that easy. "I have a wife for that," is what I used to say. Another one popped up, and another one deleted. Must be around that time.
Local gloryholes in your area, new videos, blah blah... blah. Why am I hesitating to delete it? Whatever. It's gone.
Incognito tab. Gloryholes, huh? Are those really a thing? I've heard of them, and maybe I could....
Nope. I shouldn't entertain the thought. I'll just go take my bath to calm down, or I guess maybe a cold shower at this point. I guess I'm already entertaining the thought. You know, just looking doesn't really hurt, does it? It's only looking, it's not like I'll ever do it.
So many websites, I don't even really know what's real. There are some website that I've heard of. Some of them are just for normal, everyday trading and... huh. Some of these are pretty close. What's this one say?
It's a generic picture of a hole in a wall. Classy. For fun times, text such and such number, mixed in with the numbers spelled out. I guess that's to get past the filters. I could easily text that number right now and....
No. I shouldn't. So why am I typing it into my phone? Shit. What the hell am I even doing? But... I need this. It's been so long, after all and it isn't as if my wife is trying to fix things, so... maybe it wouldn't hurt, right? Just a little secret get away, no one even has to know.
And... message sent. You know what? It's probably a fake number. That's fine. Better, actually. I can't be doing something like this. I'll go clear my head and move on.
The flashing light on my phone indicated that a message had arrived. Probably something from the family. Maybe they want me to run out and grab something from the store. It won't hurt to check, right? In fact, they'd be mad if I ignored it, so....
They responded.