Home alone

The house was quiet and cold. It matched Helen’s mood perfectly but her skimpy clothes were beginning to be a problem so she was **** to put the heating on. She put the lights on too and between her physical exertion and skipping lunch, she was hungry.

She investigated the fridge to find it pretty bare but the freezer had leftovers. She grabbed a Tupperware tub, not caring particularly what was in it and put it in the microwave. She sat down to eat it. It was something that Maisy had made. She had invaded the freezer as well as her marriage. What made it worse was, it was delicious.

After eating she threw herself flat on the sofa. She had a lot to think about but she couldn’t bring herself to ask the questions she needed to ask. Her hand casually found its way into her panties. Orgasms had become a comfort for her so she began to lazily stroke her pussy. She found it to be surprisingly wet and sticky. She then remembered she was still full of Darren’s cum. She considered getting a shower but she quite enjoyed the fact that she was masturbating with his cum.

Post orgasm clarity **** her into the shower. She was frustrated at herself for getting turned on by Darren’s cum. She dried and wrapped in a towel, threw herself onto the bed. Her weight on the duvet sent up a puff of aroma. The familiar scent of Mike and the out of place scent of Maisy. She threw a temper tantrum on the bed. It was her bed yet it suddenly didn’t feel like it.

She got up and went to the spare room. She flung herself under the sheets to sulk and without noticing, sleep took her.

Thursday, she had nothing to do but be alone. She ventured out to get food but otherwise, she was left to her own devices. She headed out to the hot tub. She walked out of the house completely nude. She dashed because of the cold but not because she was shy. She thought back to the time she had been embarrassed about a modest swimsuit. She had changed a lot. It was simpler back then but did she really long to be that woman again? She reached down and lazily played with her pussy in the hot water. No, she didn’t want to be her again. She actually liked the woman she was now with one exception, she might have lost Mike.

She pulled her hand away from her slit. It wasn’t the time to cloud her thoughts with pleasure. She needed to think.

A while ago she had told Mike that she couldn’t go back to being exclusively his when it came to sex. She still felt the same way. She had found a freedom that was too intoxicating to leave behind but she realised that things weren’t working the way they were now.

She knew she didn’t want to lose Mike. They had been through so much together in their past and he had helped her find her new self. She wanted him in her life. Clearly, Maisy felt the same way.

Maisy. That was what was pulling at her heart the most. She had once said that in another world she would have liked Maisy to be her girlfriend. She could have seen a life together with her. She also felt the most animosity to her at this point. Maisy was clearly interested in Mike and a primal urge to defend her man from the advances of other females was clearly strong in Helen. If only it was that simple.

When she had called Maisy her first thought had been, oh no, I don’t have any friends to spend time with. Helen didn’t have many close friends. She sighed. She couldn’t think of a way through this that didn’t risk her life with Mike or her friendship with Maisy. “Huh,” she said out loud. She had just realised how much she wanted to stay friends with Maisy despite everything.

She slipped her hand back under the water. That had been enough thinking for now. She breathed in the cold winter air and listened to the sounds of the world as she thoughtlessly pleasured herself.

She slept in the spare bed again. A part of her wanted to stake her claim on that spot in the marital bed. She could change the sheets but she didn’t. She felt in a weird limbo. The emptiness of the house only made that feeling stronger. She honestly didn’t know what her place in the house was anymore. She found that interesting. She was his wife, she wore his ring on her finger. She had spoken vows in front of a god she no longer believed in. Yet somehow she didn’t feel it as strongly anymore despite being absolutely sure that she didn’t want to lose him.

Late Friday morning she called Maisy. “Hi babes,” came Maisy’s cheery voice. From the sounds of it they were in a car. “How’s it going at Darren's?”

“I’m at home now. It wasn’t working.”

“Oh,” said Maisy. Her tone suggested that she was surprised and maybe disappointed. “Did he make you sore?” she said more jovially.

“No, it was just, it’s complicated. I can tell you better in person.”

“Okay hon, sorry it didn’t work out. We are on our way back but it’ll be a few hours before we are home.”

“Great. I didn’t want you to get back and be freaked out to find me here.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. See you in a bit.”

“Bye.” Helen ended the call and took a breath. Their journey back felt like a ticking time bomb. She distracted herself by cooking a meal then doing some yoga. She dressed after her workout in what would be modest clothing by her current standards, yoga pants and a tight wool sweater. She then put the telly on to distract her from the sword hanging over her head.