For yet another night, Russel found himself alone in bed. He’d shooed off his husband Paula for getting too handsy when he wasn’t in the mood to fool around. When you’ve been dating for as long as they have- nearly seven months now- it’s natural for that spark to fade. They were high school sweethearts, dating well into college, so they were a serious couple, but they were still young and not even the considering the prospect of marriage. A fact Russel was increasingly grasping on to like a lifeline. He didn’t know how Paula’s parents have held steady for so long: they’ve been married, boyfriend and girlfriend, for decades now and after all those years they were still all lovey-dovey, touchy-feely with each other. Both looked great, too, especially for their age. He had always thought he would be like that as well, still having a tight yoga body like Mr. S, when he got older, but with the way his fitness was going it was a longshot. Russel ran his hands over his body, struggling to reach around his heavy, sagging breasts and doughy midsection with his short, thick arms. 

Earlier in the year he was star linebacker, a monster on the football field; when you were a whopping 5’3,  over 150 pounds of pure muscle, people thought twice about facing you on the field, but between the dreaded Freshman 15 and giving birth three times, his figure wasn’t as cut as it used to. He was benched indefinitely until the baby weight wasn’t slowing him down anymore, but at least Coach was nice enough to let him sit in on practice. The gesture was made with the intention that Russel wouldn’t lag behind on any of the new plays, but lately he was less concerned with formations and more on the bodies that were performing them. He was getting so hot under the collar every time that he ended up more sweaty and out of breath than the men actually playing! How hadn’t he noticed how hot these guys were when he was still on the team? Must’ve been too professional before, but now that a panoramic view on every muscle, every guy-on-guy tackle, every… you get the idea. For how much Russel was thirsting over the whole team, it was his backup Dominic that caught his eye the most. Russel never payed much attention to the squirt- barely six-foot- before, but with the swagger of someone no longer a benchwarmer, it was as though Dominic towered over him, all while maintaining such a… tasty physique. 'What I wouldn’t give to have a real man like that between my thighs…' he was drooling at the thought, and not just from his mouth. 

As quickly as he was able to, he reached into the nightstand to grab Mrs. S’s vibrator. It was a little gross, using another woman’s marital aid, but he was hot with desire and not thinking clearly. In any case, It’s not like she could use it anyway with what she was packing… Wait, why was he in Paula’s parent’s room, anyways? Weird, but he was far too hungry for release to dwell so deeply on a thought so inconsequential. It was slow-goings a first- Perimenopause will do that to you- but he soon found his rhythm, his mind filling with thoughts of being back in the locker room, being passed around and used like the dirty slut he was, which was more than enough for someone as sexually frustrated as Russel to find release.

In his post-nut clarity Russel felt guilty about indulging in his fantasies while kicking out his husband for doing the same. He didn’t know how it went so wrong; Paula was beautiful woman: long blonde hair, bright white smile, wide shoulders, muscular arms, she was a solid 10 on a bad day. But lately… Russel couldn’t put his finger on it, but something changed that resulted in Paula really letting herself go. Her cute, hairy little gut was getting bigger without indication of stopping. Must be that new vegan diet she had started. Call it hypocritical if you’d like, but Russel couldn’t help but no longer feel sexually attracted to his husband. At this point, as far as he was concerned, their relationship was long-since dead; they were only still together because it was easier on the kids. Er, Paula’s kid brothers. In such a short time Russel’s bonded with the little ones, and they’d be devastated if he and Paula ever broke up.