Chloe went home and texted Kendra,
Jon fucked me this morning before golf. Nicki wants to even the score. He's in love with me. Jon and Veronica have been fucking since Christmas. Idk I'm going to take a bath.
Chloe was in the bath until it got cold, still staring off and trying to organize her thoughts. She got out and put on a robe, then went to the closet to find some clothes to put on. She hated everything in her closet. It was all Jon likes this, and hates that. He practically picked everything she wore. Even if he didn't shop with her, still in the back of her mind, she could hear him weighing in on everything. That's it she'll go shopping and get what she wanted to wear for once. She grabbed Jon's platinum card and put on a pair of jeans and a horrible polo that Jon preferred, and headed to the mall.
When she got home, she put her new clothes in the spare bedroom closet where all the clothes not approved by Jon were. Mostly they were gifts that she wasn't allowed to wear. After putting the clothes away, she took a shower, and as she was blowing her hair dry, a thought popped into her head. Maybe I'll tease Jon. Maybe I can turn him around and spice it up. He did act a little differently this morning.
Jon sent her a text saying he was watching the game at Bart's and would be home later. She wondered if he really was at Bart's, so she texted Bart.
Can you make sure Jon doesn't drink too much? Owe you!
Then she decided to try and make an effort to be sexier. After all, she had told herself she wasn't impressing anyone since she was married, but what if that was the problem. She had lost her sex appeal, and Jon felt the need to go find something new. She wasn't sure what kind of sex appeal she had at fourteen when they got together or ten years ago when they got married, but she knew he was happy this morning.
She finished getting ready for bed and walked out of the master bedroom, still in her robe. She stood there for a moment staring at the bed, then decided if she would sleep there at all, she couldn't with those sheets still there.
She yanked all the bedding off and shoved it in garbage bags, slipped on Jon's house shoes, and stored the bags in the corner of the garage. After she had remade the bed with fresh linens, she took her robe off and hung it on the bathroom hook, then went to bed in the nude and quickly fell asleep.
Chloe woke around 11:00 p.m. and rolled over to see the other side of the bed was empty and still made. She checked her phone and had one message from Bart.
Sure thing. Where's he drinking at? I'll head up there and keep him company?
"Grrr…" She groaned and snuggled deeper into bed. Jon wasn't with Bart. She sighed and fell back asleep, exhausted from racking her brain all day to no avail. She didn't know how long she had been asleep, but she heard Jon in her ear.
"God, Honey Biscuit. What's gotten into you." His arm was wrapping around her waist and up to grip her breast as he pulled her body into him. She could feel how hard he was and was mad at herself for doing this. She glanced at the clock, 1:15 in the morning.
He had most likely just finished fucking Veronica, or well, getting fucked by Veronica. Now he wanted Chloe, too. But he had never done anything to Chloe other than his five-minute-mission, and now he was grinding into her from behind and squeezing her breasts like they were stress balls.
"Jon, dear, I'm tired." She grumbled, half awake.
"Shhh…" He released her and pulled away and for a second. She thought he was going to sleep. But moments later he yanked her back into him, and she felt skin against her skin. He had only been getting undressed. He went back to his grinding and stress-ball-squeezing and licked her ear as he breathed, "Fuck you're sexy, Sugar Nipples."
"Jon…" she started to get turned on again. He wasn't in a hurry to go to the golf club now. Maybe she could finally enjoy sex with her husband. He wrapped a leg over hers and pulled her onto her back, moving himself to straddle her. He looked down at her and gripped her breasts again.
"Are your tits bigger, Sweet Cheeks?" he asked as a greedy expression crossed his face, and he dipped his head down to devour them. Chloe moaned and pushed her chest up into him. He responded with a groan and pressed his knee between her legs spreading them apart. She was getting excited. Maybe she had fixed her marriage. They could get through this, and she could forget about what Nicki said and be happy with her husband. Jon was pushing in slowly as he continued devouring her 'bigger tits.'
"Ahh…" Chloe rocked her hips up into her husband as he pulled out and pushed back in slowly, still focusing on her growth spurt; the scale didn't lie. She squeezed as he pushed in again.
"Shit, Candy, Okay!" He grunted at her and picked up speed. "You want Champ to explode for you, Sweet Puss?" He pumped harder and picked himself up onto his forearms as he pounded into his wife. Chloe rocked with him and started to feel a spark somewhere somehow. She was starting to feel a tingle grow, and he kept at it.
He was pushing her up the bed as he shoved harder into her, and just as she was feeling a warm thrill spread through her body as she began to rock harder into him, he exploded like he promised. Jerking and spurting hot streams into her before he collapsed on her and was still.
"Jon?" Chloe tried to wiggle and grind on him, but he didn't respond and was actually asleep. She looked at the clock, and it read 1:19 a.m. It had not even been five minutes. She sighed and thought, so much for that idea. Maybe Kendra and Nicki were right.