Chapter 8

Since we bought the house, we've lived comfortably for the past three years. Melisa and I, like any couple, have our privacy. The first time we had sex, I couldn't believe this goddess was practically begging me to be more intense.

During these three years, I've worked as a telephone operator. It's not the job I had in mind, but it's easy and the pay is good. It's not like I need the money Aunt Melisa sends me each month, but I still like to do something. Melisa goes to work in the morning and comes home in the afternoon, almost at the same time as me. Sometimes I get home earlier and make lunch, and sometimes she gets home earlier and makes lunch. After talking about how things went and how Zoe was complaining about Mike getting congratulations again, we relax, have passionate sex, and go to bed. This routine repeated itself for a year, so Melisa came up with the idea of waiting for me in bed dressed as a character from Fairy Tail, which we'd both watched.

It was a change from our usual routine, which we both enjoyed, and we decided to try new things: role-playing games, where I was the dominant one, she dressed as a nurse, and sometimes I dressed as a dancer at a party. Although I asked her once, she refused to dress as a secretary because, having tried to avoid that role, it made her uncomfortable. I accepted it, and we continued playing different games and trying different positions. The topic of a threesome came up once, but we still weren't sure if it was what we wanted.

So one day, while Zoe was searching in the attic, she found a Halloween box containing a wig my mother had worn when she went trick-or-treating with me. She put it on, and we had sex again. At some point, while she was riding me, the wig fell off and landed on my face, and in the heat of the moment, I put it back on to continue. Zoe seemed to look at me differently, but I didn't notice because all my concentration was on lasting as long as possible. Even though she doesn't say it, I know that sometimes I don't last long enough. The most I can last is 13 minutes, followed by an hour's rest, which I use to play with Zoe's body and make her feel good.

What happened after that night was a change. When we had sex, Zoe wore so much lipstick that when she kissed me, her lips turned red, or rather pink, since that was the color she started using more after that night. One night, when we were both drunk, she threw her nightgown at me and told me to put it on. I assumed she'd made a mistake, but given how drunk I was, I didn't think twice and put it on. Since Zoe is bigger than me, it was too big, except at the waist, where it fit well. My body, which was almost hairless—I suppose due to my parents' genetics—had beautiful legs from the waist down. Zoe noticed because I saw she was more aroused, and for the first time that night, she took the initiative. It was the first time I saw her like an animal pouncing on its prey, and that excited me too. We had the best sex in the last three years.

The next day

When we woke up, we were tired, but still a little aroused, and we had sex again, although it wasn't like last night.

Days and weeks passed, and we ended up falling back into the same old routine. We never felt that spark again, and Zoe noticed it too.

Present

After getting up and going to work, when I got home, I saw Zoe waiting for me with the Halloween box and the costumes we used last year. She said she wanted to talk. I guess I already knew what she meant, since I felt the same way; our relationship is stuck.

We told each other we didn't want to be together anymore, but at the same time, we felt empty. And even though we tried games, cosplay, and other things, the spark had died. Then Zoe dropped a bombshell.