Big improvements take time.

When Mason was away and Vixxen was home, she started to watch pornography more often, trying to cope with the neglect. This was not a very good point in her life, filling her day with working out and dance wasn't doing it for her, she needed some physical attention.

She never found out why Mason's boss never asked for any more time with her, he had spent real money on the dresses he bought her, she thought there was legitimate interest. She would have been satisfied with just being his friend, she needed some human interaction.

It turned out that Larry just made a business decision. He wasn't lying when he spoke about how good Mason was at his job, and Larry's compensation was tied to how well his subordinates earned, and Mason was a fucking rock star in their field. Larry knew that if he pursued Vixxen and got caught, he might lose his practice, and any interference at all would mean losing Mason's services and quite a lot of money. So he chose the money, he always defaulted to choosing the money.

He stayed away from Vixxen, mainly to help himself to do what he needed to do for business. He had to stay away, she was too intoxicating for him, he would want to have her as his own. Around her, he didn't worry about money enough, and that wasn't healthy. He loved women, and he loved money, and in his experience women were easy to come by if you have money, and you tended to lose your money around women.

Vixxen didn't know why he avoided her, and he didn't want her to find out. She had been hurt enough, it was probably hurting her for him to avoid her, but if she found out why it would hurt her quite a lot. He did know that if Mason ever divorced her, Larry would get back into contact with her.

Sometimes Vixxen would imagine what she could do with his boss Larry, given another chance to, or with his co-workers, at this point, she would have enjoyed sex with just about anyone. She never acted on it, but she often thought about it and masturbated to it.

She imagined sex with men and women from her gym, and as ridiculous as it felt, she would imagine a variety of porno scenes, ordering a pizza and fucking whoever delivered the pizza, or maybe giving a stranger a blowjob inside of a bathroom in a bar, or seducing a beautiful woman from dance or yoga class. All of it excited her, it helped to keep her going.

She knew she could probably meet a man at a club or something, but that was not who she wanted to be. Mason told her to fuck his boss, so she did, and she didn't do it again. She wanted to be faithful, she was trying, in her mind at least, she was failing.

Mason was spending even more time at the office, and more time out of town on business. In the following year, Vixxen and Mason didn't take a single vacation together, not a weekend out, not even a date night. They stopped sharing meals and got to the point where they didn't see each other more days than they did.

Mason suggested that Vixxen travel on her own, work not allowing for him to be away. This was not what she thought marriage would be, shouldn't he care? Shouldn't he want to do this with her?

"Someone has to pay the bills Vixxen," Mason would bark at her when she asked if he would go. "We can't both live the high life! If you are bored you could go get a fucking job." This hurt, but only so much, Mason had never suggested she work and knew she didn't have the background to do much. Did he want her to get back on a pole?

Vixxen went on to do it alone. She went out at night alone, to nice restaurants and clubs, meeting people, and sometimes went out with friends from her dance class, who she usually got on very well with. She traveled to the Caribbean, and she took a liking to the island of Jamaica. She likely would have enjoyed it more with Mason, but she went anyway and made the most of it. She enjoyed the all-inclusive nature of it and the many bars on the resort. She even took in a little bit of marijuana one night on her balcony, taking naked while watching the sunset.

She met plenty of men on her vacation and had plenty of chances to let off some sexual steam, but she stayed loyal. She did, of course, masturbate at night to work off her frustration. She would get a good buzz and then masturbate on her balcony, not caring who saw or heard.

Mason was eventually moved to an office in Texas and initially told Vixxen that she would stay behind in New York. He was going to get a place set up for them and get settled, and he didn't want the place in New York to be empty got too long before he could get the financials settled. They had a cleaning service, what difference did someone living there make? But their apartment was expensive and Mason was far more in tune with real estate financing.

"Mason we are supposed to stay together, I don't want to live here by myself!" Vixxen complained to Mason. "I can go as well, who cares if this place isn't lived in?"

"I don't want to hear it Vixxen," Mason replied roughly. "I don't ask much, but we need this. We haven't caught back up from that adventure trying to have a child, and I am not going to throw away a chance to sell this place for what it is worth."

And with that, he left. Movers took everything he owned and nothing of Vixxen's. They were not officially separated, but it sure felt like that's what it really was.

Vixxen would call Mason, every day at first, but he seemed bothered by it, but at least every week. He didn't always answer and wasn't very good about returning calls. Vixxen could see the writing on the wall, but she did not like what it said one bit.

She lived alone in New York for a little over a year, her twenty-third birthday taking place as essentially a married yet single woman. Over the year she became closer with some of her friends but never becoming romantic with any of them. On her birthday they took her out on the town, visiting a few different nightclubs as if they were still in college.

The night was something of a disappointment. The oldest of the two went home to their husbands and children fairly early on, a divorced friend in the late twenties left with a man not long after, and one married friend a bit younger than Vixxen disappeared for a while, and Vixxen found her on accident when she went to use the ladies room.

Her friend was sitting on a little sofa sucking a stranger's cock, working his cock with her left hand, Vixxen could clearly see her wedding band and engagement ring. That is what she desperately wanted to do, but not who she wanted to be. Vixxen was tormented by the sight, and walked out and called a cab to get home.

A tall and lean man, a beautiful man who looked younger than she was walked up to her as she entered the cab, and asked if she would like to share the cab. "Where are you going?" She asked, shared cabs happened often enough.

"Your place or mine," the younger man replied in a sexy tone of voice. "Your choice."

"Jesus fucking christ," Vixxen thought, suppressing a laugh. "Aren't men even trying anymore?"

"Thanks but not thanks sweetie, I will be just fine," getting into the cab and driving away. Alone.

Alone again.

Vixxen carried on her life, alone, seeing her friends but rarely in a social setting. She found herself lusting after men and women, but for the most part remained true to Mason, her absent husband, who she had not seen in months. In her mind she was a cheating whore, imagining everything she might do. In real life, she did make out with a few men in nightclubs, letting them grope her, expose her and play with and suck on her breasts. Twice she gave guys handjobs under a table, and once she sucked a guy's dick in his car.

When she was finished and had a mouthful of a stranger's cum in her mouth, she realized a few things. First, she had missed the taste of cum, that part was nice. Second, this asshole should have warned her, at least give her the choice. And last, what the fuck was she doing in some stranger's backseat in a nightclub parking garage, this wasn't safe, women come up missing this way.

She swallowed, said goodbye and avoided that in the future. To help her keep her wits she drank less and stopped flirting with men. Kissing had become handjobs, and handjobs had turned into cum in her mouth, the escalation needed to stop. And it did.

Vixxen finally tired of being alone and forced the issue and just flew to Texas, having his address in Texas on hand. She arranged for a mover to bring her belongings, packed a few things and flew down to surprise her husband. She landed and took a cab to his house, and her husband wasn't alone when she got there.

She could see through the curtains, he was watching TV with his assistant on a sofa. They were sitting close, they were not doing anything bad, but it did look a bit comfortable for a married man and his subordinate on a Saturday.