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Housework. Gardening. Reading. Television. A profound sense of stagnancy, which those activities failed to erase.

Joan sighed as she watered the plants on the porch. She had envisioned doing more before her life came down to this. Perhaps it was inevitable that she would settle in, let things go as they were...but did it have to be this soon? Only 33, she still had years in front of her, but the means to do more seemed beyond her reach.

Marriage, it seemed, had done this. When she married Frank, nine years ago, she had expected it to be a wondrous time, that the two of them together would have adventures to spare until it got to be beyond their ability to set out on them. Maybe that was a bit overambitious, but what she got fell far short of that. Sure, it had started out well, but somewhere along the line something had changed. The man she’d fallen in love with wasn’t really there anymore. She didn’t know what had happened to him; maybe he’d been an illusion, or maybe life had taken its toll, though at only 35 it had to have been a far bigger toll than most others paid, and she didn’t know how he could possibly have endured that much.

Whatever the cause, Frank had become, well, absent. He seemed to care about nothing more than sitting and watching TV, eating, going to work, and working on his truck. And it wasn’t the kind of thing where he was simply avoiding her, no, he’d completely stopped caring. He’d let himself go, he was in the worst shape of his life, and he made no effort to correct it. He didn’t ask about how she was, or about anything, really. At first she’d wondered if he was depressed, or if there was something bothering him, but years of being rebuffed had left her not really caring anymore.

And romance and sex, they were pretty much right out. Oh, she had plenty of drive, plenty of lust and a desire to be attended to, but not by him, not anymore. Truthfully, he hadn’t been fantastic in bed from the start, but it used to be that that was one knock against a lot of positives, rather than one of many glaring faults. But now...whenever he even bothered, and it wasn’t often, he did a terrible job of satisfying her, focusing mainly on himself. And even that was rare, his libido was almost dead and he seemed to have no interest in reviving it. Heck, he seemed to have no interest in her, and while she wasn’t exactly a beauty queen it wasn’t like she was a hag, either. It was simply the same thing as the rest of his life - he didn’t care.

It was bad enough that cheating wasn’t an option but an inevitability. Sometimes Joan wondered if Frank would even care if she did - he didn’t seem to care about anything other than his job and his truck, so perhaps not. If it ended their marriage...well, that was starting to become an inevitability as well. The only reason she hadn’t ended it already was that deepest fear of loneliness, the one thing that held her back. She wanted a life, something more meaningful, but she was scared to go it alone.

That fear, though, had been waning. Desire for action was overcoming it, and every day she got closer to the boldness she needed to put it down for good. Maybe it was a bit foolish, shortsighted...but what she saw in the long term staying in this rut was bad enough that she was becoming more and more willing to cast it away, leave things uncertain so that she could get something more.

She looked over the hedges as she heard a door open. Her neighbor was stepping outside again, and as usual, taking her breath away. She wandered off the porch and approached the hedges that bordered their yards, smiling warmly. “Hello there, Gage.”

A friendly reptilian face smiled back at her. “Hello, Joan. Lovely weather, isn’t it?”

Gage had been their neighbor for a little more than two years, and right from the start he was a sight to Joan. That was the point where she had really started to feel the decline in her marriage, and especially the point where Frank had started to really let himself go to the degree he had. It was almost a relief to go out and look at a man who took care of himself, and who seemed interested in her. The fact that he was a reptile didn’t put her off of him in the slightest; she knew some people who seemed to be rather uncertain about them, but if she’d ever had any doubts herself they were quickly overpowered by his charm.

He was quite the character, as well. Though calm and cordial enough around her, she knew he had a wilder side, a side that went out and did things, took chances and experienced life. He reminded her of Frank when she’d been dating him and in the earliest years of their marriage...perhaps that was part of the reason she felt such an attraction to him, on all levels.

“Absolutely. Beautiful weather. Couldn’t ask for any better.” Especially with the state it had Gage in; the lizard was wearing nothing but a pair of workout shorts, his chest bared for the world to see. And he’d been doing work both inside and out, so his body had a sheen of sweat on it as well, making it look even better. He was quite fit, lean and precisely muscular, the kind of physique that gave the air of casual athleticism, not the height of a professional but on the upper tier of the general populace. It was a sight for sore eyes to Joan, who had to put up with looking at Frank all the time...the contrast could hardly have been starker.

She didn’t bother trying to hide her stares; she doubted her scrutiny was any secret to him at this point anyway. She would look across the bushes at him a lot, and more than a few times she told herself she was going to try to do more than look. Until now she hadn’t been able to work up the courage to do so, but today...the sight of Gage shirtless, his chest and arms glistening in the summer sun, had her mind and body practically demanding action.

Today, she decided, she would displace her boredom.

“It’s even a bit warm, I suppose. Finding it a bit tough to stay cool.” Gage let out a sigh that still sounded pretty darn content. “But easier to stay cool now than stay warm up north in winter. I’d take this over that any day.”

“I hear you on that. But it’s a good idea to keep yourself, um, hydrated. If you’d like, you could come over, I can pour you some lemonade?” She tried to make it sound as innocent as possible, but her thoughts were making that slightly difficult.

If Gage was reading into it at all, he didn’t make it obvious. “Well, that’s awfully nice of you. I’m getting a bit bored with just water, so I suppose I’ll take you up on that.” He stepped through a narrow gap between the bushes and into Joan’s yard, still smiling that warm smile at her. Joan sometimes wondered if he thought of her the same way she thought of him; he never made anything known to her, but he seemed to be especially friendly with her, even more than with other people.

The two of them went into her house, and as promised she poured him a glass of lemonade from the refrigerator. He gulped down most of the cool liquid quickly, making a pleasured sound at the sweet taste; it seemed that he appreciated both the cool air of the house and the refreshments. “So...Frank’s not around today, hm?”

“Afraid not. Frank’s with his mistress.” It was at once a joke and a slight; work was the only thing that held his interest, so she sometimes referred to it as his mistress. At times it felt more like the job was the wife, though, and she didn’t even reach ‘mistress’ status. That required emotional investment.

The subtext was not missed by Gage. He didn’t really interact with Frank much, largely because Frank didn’t engage. Observation, though, was enough to know what he was like. “Of course he is. Gets too much of his attention, not nearly enough goes where it needs to.”

Joan smiled more genuinely. Gage understood well enough; she’d known him to remark on Frank’s behavior every now and then, and never in a pleasant light. He was a sympathetic ear, and that was an additional draw for her. “You’re right, of course. But he doesn’t seem to accept that, no matter what I tell him.”

“Criminal. I wonder if he even knows what he’s missing out on by being so wrapped up in himself. He’s missing out on the finer things in life.”

It was difficult to tell if he was referring to her specifically, or just love in general. Joan rather hoped it was the former. “Well, the good lord himself wouldn’t be able to wake him up to it now, I fear. I suppose he won’t know what he had until he doesn’t have it anymore. Sometimes you just get tired of waiting.”

Gage nodded, eyeing her with a kind of mischievous suspicion, the kind of look that told one that he was pretty sure he knew what was going on. “Mm...you know, Joan, I have the feeling that you didn’t invite me in here just for lemonade.”

“My...whatever could give you that idea?” It was a joking tone, but with a deliberate hint of earnestness that both of them could tell was there.

“Call it a hunch. Is there anything else you might be looking for?”

“Oh...perhaps. I suppose I’m looking for...well, just some excitement. Something to get my blood pumping…” And perhaps yours as well, she thought, though for all the world she might as well have said it aloud, Gage clearly knew what she was talking about.

The lizard sipped at his lemonade. “And what about your husband?” It was more of a cursory question than a serious challenge; Joan knew Gage wasn’t fond of Frank, and he’d heard her complain about him more than enough to know her feelings on the matter. But it was a necessary question, one to make clear whose decision this was, to let her breach the rut she was in.

And she was more than ready. “What about him?”

That seemed to satisfy Gage, and he abruptly stood up and pulled Joan close into his arms. “You know...I think it’s about time someone treated you right. I’d be more than happy to be that person.”

“Oh, Gage…” She held him close, feeling small against him, but so comfortable. True, he was slightly sticky from all the work he’d been doing, but she hardly minded at this point, his touch was just too good to care about such small details.

They absconded upstairs, to the master bedroom. Frank didn’t sleep there anymore, having migrated to the spare years ago, and only really coming in if they ever did fool around, which was vanishingly rare these days. It was nice to have someone in there that wanted to be there...she smiled at Gage as she stepped back to the bed, removing her clothes and enjoying his eyes drinking in her body. She never thought of herself as a model, but his gaze made her feel that way, and she was almost shaking as she stripped off her undergarments, feeling already pleasured even just by his approval.

She sat down on the bed as he stepped towards her, a sensual smile on his face. He was a lot faster to disrobe, having only the shorts to take care off, and as he dropped them she could see his arousal exposed to the world, growing out of its unusual hiding spot, adding a bit of the exotic to the experience which only made it more tantalizing. Such a different shape, and he was bigger than Frank was, by quite a bit. She’d heard lizards were quite sizable, but this was the first time she’d actually seen it, and Gage confirmed the rumors without question. It was almost a little frightening, but she trusted him not to do her wrong.

She expected him to get right to it, start in and enter her, get going on their acts in a hurry, but he was in no rush at all. Instead of climbing over her, he ducked his head in between her legs, and before she could ask what he intended, she felt his long tongue start to lick around her vaginal opening. It drew a sharp gasp out of her as he felt the warm organ lick around and slip inside just the slightest bit. “Oh, my...Gage!”

She could swear she saw the lizard smile at her a little bit between her legs as he kept going, bringing a finger up to massage her clit as he worked his tongue in deeper. She was shivering and shuddering as the pleasure raced through her, a pleasure she’d rarely felt before. Frank had firmly refused to ever do anything like this for her, for him if it didn’t involve his cock he wasn’t interested. She doubted he would be good at it anyway, and even if he was, it would be hard to compare to the treatment Gage was affording her.

It was clear that he wasn’t just preparing Joan, he was trying to get her off, and doing quite a good job at it. His tongue was so long, and went so deep inside her, rubbing against all the most pleasurable spots she had. That combined with the finger on her button had her dripping and shaking, rapidly approaching her climax...she pushed into him, trying to get more of that wonderful tongue, that unparalleled touch that gave her so much joy. And he was trying to oblige, pushing himself as deep in as he could reach, his scaly snout rubbing against her lips as he gave her all he could. Finally it overcame her, and she let out a shaky cry as she climaxed, lightening and clenching around his tongue as she let out a gush of fluids, which were rapidly taken up by Gage.

Finally he pulled his head away from her, and she could see him lick around his face a bit, taking in as much of her taste as he could. She laid prostrate before him, panting hard, almost in disbelief at the intensity of the pleasure she’d received. And there was more to come, she knew, as she eyed his stiff cock standing tall and proud from his groin; imposing size be damned, she wanted it inside her more than anything.

Now he seemed ready to oblige Joan with that, as he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself over her, his length pressing up to her folds as he loomed over her. Still he didn’t rush it, bringing a hand to rub up against one of her nipples as he slowly pushed into her, getting a wonderful moan to escape her lips. With patience, he went in deeper and deeper...he was considerably thicker than Frank and reached in deeper than he did, but he was slow and careful enough that it never felt unpleasant, never exceeded her comfort. By the time he reached in as far as he could, he still wasn’t all the way inside her, but he did not try to force the issue, just taking her carefully and always minding her pleasure.

Slowly he began to thrust into her, pulling out slowly and returning with just as much caution. It felt so big in her, but she was adjusting, thanks to his care, and as the sensations became more powerful inside her she coaxed him to build on them, speed up and intensify his actions. He did so only gradually, perhaps because he was rather occupied; as he was delving into her, one of his hands was rubbing around her breast, a fingertip slowly stroking the tip of her nipple and rubbing around the rest of the areola, sending yet another magnificent thrill through her body. And on top of that, his fantastic tongue was working its magic yet again, attending to her other breast with as much vigor as it had to her pussy. She could scarcely believe he could keep an even pace with as much as he was doing...surely he had to have been quite practiced to manage such a feat. How many other lucky women had had the pleasure of Gage? It didn’t matter to her, she was simply glad to count herself among their number.

Their moans intermingled in the heady air of the bedroom, joined by the squelching of their fluids mixing together as he took her in the most intimate fashion. She clung to him, desperate for everything he was giving her, breathing his name out, wordlessly begging for him. He gave her what she wanted, what she needed, made her feel the rise of her desire once again, her body preparing for the endpoint. He too was getting close, the tightness and warmth of her own tunnel was a heavenly pleasure to him, her taste was divine, her voice sending shivers through him. He made a slight move backwards, a sign of his impending finish, a silent question as to whether he should pull out. She grabbed at him and pulled him closer, a silent answer rejecting the very notion.

He kept himself held back as long as he could, trying to make sure she beat him to the punch. Just when he felt like he could restrain himself no longer, he felt her tighten around him, cry his name out loud, her body shaking with ecstasy as she came around him, sending another rush of her fluids around him, slickening up the passage he was entering with such passion. This was his cue, and he took it, letting go and striking in as far as he dared go, sending bursts of his seed deep into her body. For her it was the icing on the cake, the feeling of being filled so deeply, for the first time in ages, a wonderful finish to the best orgasm she could remember having. It was magical for him as well, a wonderful, beautiful finish to lovemaking done right, his own pleasure an extension of hers and building both of them to a memorable end.

Time seemed to stand still for a while as they rode out the tops of their climaxes. Yet, it had to fade eventually, and finally they came down, seated atop a mutual satisfaction that engulfed them soundly. Joan could only moan quietly as she felt Gage full out of her, and then set himself down beside her on the bed. She felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her close to his scaly body, and he rested his head on hers...he was cuddling with her, something Frank rarely did at the best of times.

The weight of what she’d done hadn’t really sunk in yet. What would happen if Frank found out? She didn’t know, and really a large part of her didn’t care, at least not right now. She’d needed this, more than anything...something to make her feel alive, something to make her happy.

If anything, she felt a bit of guilt, not for Frank, but for Gage. Was this fair to him? Was she using him, just a bit? Perhaps her need for excitement was greater than her need for him, specifically...but right now, it was too uncertain to know, she’d been deprived for too long, her feelings wouldn’t be clear right away. She would need some time to know exactly where she was, what she wanted, and how big a part Gage would really have in that.

One thing she knew, though...she couldn’t just stay where she was, or how she was. Life offered too much excitement for that.