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Charlene McCloud listened to the many diverse conversations her neighbors were having around the table. The couple from apartment 4B, Tobias and Ruth, were talking about the one day their water heater decided to leak causing hundreds of dollars of damage to their newly renovated hardwood floors. The couple from apartment 2A, Jason and Jared, shared some of their designer tips to a couple from floor 5. Their names escaped Charlene, but she had bumped into them a few times in the elevator. The room went silent when Charlene’s next door neighbor, Chase, stood up and used his fork to lightly tap against his wine glass.“I would like to make a toast to Charlene and Travis McCloud, who have graciously opened up their home to allow us to come together and have this amazing Thanksgiving Dinner. To Charlene and Travis!” Everyone smiled and raised their wine glasses and tipped them to us. Charlene couldn’t help but blush. It had been a long time planning this event; she had wanted to do something nice for those who couldn’t see their families this year. Her husband, Travis, was very encouraging about it as well.The hours went by, and the group moved to the living room in which they all sat in a circle continuing the conversations that they had from their dinner. After a short while, all of the guys disappeared to watch the football game at another apartment, while all of the ladies stayed to finish up the wine. Idle chatter about the usual work, family, and children filled the room. The wine had left behind any feelings of awkwardness as the topic turned to relationships. Many of the women were laughing uproariously throughout the night. Eventually, it was only Charlene and Anya, Chase’s Girlfriend from Estonia, left in the living room. She had only met Anya on a few short occasions, as she usually is away on business working as a model.Anya’s body wasn’t that of your typical model; she was of just average height. Her waist was impeccably thin, and if your güvenilir bahis eyes wandered lower, her full, round hips would enamor you. Charlene appreciated the view. She’d always wanted a body like that; even Anya’s full breasts were perky. Her hazel eyes, Chase would say, could light fire in you every time you look into them. Sure, Charlene was petite like Anya, but she had a little bit more meat on her bones. To this day, she could never figure out how Chase was able to get Anya to settle down. He was tall and lanky. There were signs that he did work out, a little muscle tone around his arms and legs. However, he was a computer technician. It seemed too good to be true.“So, Charlene, I’m curious to find out. When are you and Travis going to get married?” Anya asked, her Estonian accent becoming more apparent after the wine.“We’ve talked about it. Unfortunately, both of us are too busy to settle down.” Charlene took another sip of wine finishing off her glass. Anya got up and left the room only to return with another unopened bottle. She poured Charlene another glass of wine, filling it up three quarters full only to stop and fill up her own glass.“Are you two not happy with each other?” Anya sat back down and took another sip of wine. Her eyes bore mischievously into Charlene’s. She followed suit, sipping as well.“We are happy,” Charlene simply replied.“Then what is stopping you two? It’s not because you both are busy. You planned this dinner for us all. That took a lot of time. Busy? I don’t believe it. It’s something else.” Anya studied Charlene’s eyes. Charlene shied away, taking a large swig.Anya’s next words came out knowingly. “Does he not please you?” Charlene coughed on the wine in mid swallow. “Ah, that’s it. He does not please you, does he?”“I don’t think I’m comfortable with this conversation,” dizzy Charlene sputtered.“You can trust me.”Charlene didn’t want to share any more than she already had. Travis was a private person, güvenilir bahis siteleri and she didn’t believe in airing out dirty laundry. However, the wine seemed to be helping her letting go of her inhibitions. Her eyes glazed over as she reminisced; she never stopped loving Travis ever since they dated in High School. She even made sure they enrolled in the same college. The sex during their younger, freer years was amazing.Now they hardly ever do anything except the occasional handjob. There were times when Travis seemed to be interested but it when it came time, he quickly finished, and she laid there unfulfilled. Those were times when she would go to the bathroom and masturbate. She would fantasize about another man who would forcefully bend her to his needs, and she would submissively follow his orders no matter what was asked of her. Yes, just like a slut. Her mind raced a little causing a slight spasm to course through her body. She jumped a bit and Anya noticed.“You ok?” Charlene didn’t say anything at first. She blushed and eventually nodded. “Well?”“Well what?”“Does Travis please you?”“Well he -” Anya let out a laugh as she didn’t have to figure out what the answer was.“What about you and Chase? Don’t tell me you didn’t marry him for the money.” Charlene snapped, becoming defensive.“No need to get angry. I was just curious. And even though you are my neighbor, I consider you a friend.” Anya smiled, and Charlene felt bad for yelling at her. It seemed that Anya struck a nerve; Charlene hadn’t yet faced the fact that she’d gone so long without satisfaction.“Sorry.” Her response was straightforward. She felt the alcohol affecting her cognition as she became more focused on thoughts of orgasm.“No need to be sorry. I want to help you anyway that I can.” There was a brief uncomfortable pause where the two didn’t say a word. “And to answer your question, I didn’t marry Chase for the money. I married him because he knows iddaa siteleri how to please me. No other man in my life that I’ve been with makes me scream like he does. He does it so well, we were told to keep the noise down by the superintendent.” Her response shocked Charlene and Anya noticed. She didn’t know how to respond at first or how to react to that comment. Charlene busied her mouth, silently pouring the Thanksgiving wine down her throat.To break the awkwardness, Charlene set her glass down and sighed, “Well, I’d better go and find my husband as it’s getting late. I’ve got dishes to do as well.” She stumbled to her feet before falling back into her seat. Anya grabbed hold of her.“Let me go get him. You stay here and relax. Dishes can wait for tomorrow.” Charlene sat back down in her chair and watched Anya leaving her apartment in search of Chase. She sat there thinking about what her neighbor from down the hall said to her. Part of her was a little embarrassed because she was one of the tenants who complained about the noise. If she knew all along it was her, she wouldn’t have said anything. The other part of her was curious. What does Chase do to make her scream like that? She couldn’t remember the last time she climaxed hard enough to make noises like that with Travis.Hell, she couldn’t remember the last time she had an orgasm by him. The memory escaped her and her focusing on trying to remember such a time was causing a hangover in itself.“When was the last time?” she asked herself. It has to be a few years back when they went to Boston for the weekend. It was after the Red Sox won the world series. Travis, being a Red Sox fan, was thrilled and looking to celebrate. Charlene was pretty drunk by the end of the game. The alcohol aided her in being slightly interested in what was going on. She remembered that they were dry humping in the taxi all the way back to their room. Tugging at one another’s clothes, Travis touching her in all the right spots – licking her as well. Luckily the hotel was nearby, as they were so horny and in such high spirits they might’ve fucked wildly right in the taxi. Their bodies didn’t separate that night and they didn’t stop until they both passed out.
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