The same old same old

Tom Calvin got home around 11pm, as he normally did. He hoped to avoid everyone else, if he was honest with himself.

Sadly, he was wrong. He could hear the aggressive moaning from Logan's room, as he no doubt was plowing into his thick, alt-goddess mooch of a girlfriend Charly.

Samantha was in her room on some social media app, so he could avoid the 18 year old.

The 22-year old, Wanda, was sleeping, which was her favorite pass time on Sundays, as she couldn't drink with the bars closing early in their county.

He made his way into the bedroom and undressed before laying down next to his wife, Catherine. She was a looker for a 40-year-old, and he never denied that. Her amazing, MILFy body was one of the things that convinced him to be with her. But he knew that she was mad he had quit his job to run the coffee shop, and that was about when the sex dried up. She was always reminding him how they should have more money, they should be members of the country club, she should be able to get a new car instead of just paying for repairs. Her spending habits had to be stopped, and he didn't know what to tell her about the rent increase. He was constantly aware of how little money they truly had, and aware of her various credit cards, driving them further and further into debt.

He sighed before turning over to sleep. He wasn't sure what the future held for him. Today already made his head spin. Should he have cheated on his wife with Carrie? Was it really cheating if she treated him more like a roommate?

He fell asleep and dreamed of Carrie shoving his face into her amazing breasts, but they were even bigger, as she straddled his lap. He woke up with a massive hard-on, wishing he could wake his wife up for sex, but instead he ended up using his hands and tissues once again.