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THE INTRUDER

 

When Daniel and I had got married, it was a dream come true. I was only 24 at the time, and he was 30. He was sweet, caring, funny, energetic, and very loving. We always went on date nights, and had romantic dinners, it was wonderful. But over the first year of our marriage, he started to change. He would stay later at work and leave me eating alone 2 or 3 times a week. It was heart breaking to say the least. Every time I asked him to come home on time for dinner he would, at first. Then he started making up excuses why he couldn’t make it home till late. I have always taken care of myself, work out regularly, always clean shaven, and am always presentable. Now I am no supermodel but I was told plenty that I could be. Let me describe myself. Standing 5’2’’ 110 lbs. with long curly red hair down to my ass. Light green eyes. Not huge breasts but a nice firm 32D cup, my ass was right there with it, with what was referred to as an “Onion” booty. I hit the tanning bed after every work out considering I was a pale red head. It only made my skin tone normal as you would say, instead of pale white. My husband was in good shape as well, standing 6’0’’ 180 lbs. of lean muscle. Very handsome and well-groomed for a man. I thought our life was great until he became distant. Our sex life started to dwindle quite quickly after the first year. He was a wonderful lover in bed, he had a little bit over average cock size, packing 7 inches when fully hard. He wasn’t thick at all, but he knew how to hit the right spots I guess you could say. I came at least once every time.

 

We have been married for a year and a half. And he is a totally different person then the one I fell in love with. He is actually eating dinner with me for the first time in 2 weeks, and I thought I would spice up the meal by wearing a slutty maids outfit while serving him. I cooked his favorite meal, and served his plate with a cold beer.

‘’Do you like your meal sweetheart?’’

‘’It looks good’’ while staring at his blackberry…

‘’Do you like my outfit? Its crotch less, and your dessert is waiting.’’ I say with a sly smirk.

‘’Not in the mood for dessert, Tiff…’’

‘’How about some hot wet snatch then?’’ Trying to pretend I didn’t know what he meant. Sitting on the corner of the table with my thighs open.

‘’I said NO, I am eating, then I have work to do!’’ Chugging his beer after rolling his eyes.

Trying not to act upset and hurt, I say ‘’Oh ok I’m sorry hunny, you are right.’’ I get up from the table and walk out of the kitchen and run upstairs, eyes full of tears. Ripping of my outfit and throwing it to the floor in the closet.