“Oi, Cami, lo siento mucho, mi vida, esta llamada es muy importante. Un segundo, por favor, amorcito”
-BEEP-“Hello?” Lina switched to English after she took the pending call.
“...”
“Jyes, this is Catalina. But you can call me Li…”
“...”
“Oh… uh. Jyes, jyes, I… want to. I mean, I’ll be happy to come over for an interview.”
“...”
“That's great… um, sorry, I’m just in the middle of… never mind. Eh… jyes, thank you for the opportunity. I'll be there.”
“...”
“Thank you, you too. Bye.”
-BEEP-
Lina hung up the call and resumed the Facetime with her friend, Camila. Lina placed her phone on her dresser as she got ready to take a shower later.
“Cami… lo siento, nena”, said Lina as she reverted back to Spanish. “I was just expecting a call from this school”, Lina explained as she placed her phone back on the dresser in her bedroom. Her friend, Camila, a real Colombian beauty, was smiling back at Lina from the phone screen, while the city of Medellin and its beautiful mountains sprawled behind her gorgeous face.
Under normal circumstances - Camila would’ve been considered a perfect 10. With her flawless, light-brown skin, gorgeous Latina facial features, an hourglass figure topped with a perky, honeydew melons’ sized breasts she was a true stunner that made many heads turn, car accidents and boyfriends getting smacked in the back of their heads. She even competed a few years ago in the Miss Colombia contest and was one of the top finalists. Countless suitors tried their luck with Camila. Yet, when she used to go out with Lina - she became practically invisible. Lina was just on another level, and Camila eventually accepted that reality with love, grace, and not an insignificant amount of hidden lust as well.
“¿Ay, qué pasó?” Camila asked, concerned.
“It’s… an interview for a job”, said Lina hesitantly.
“A job interview??” Asked Camila, surprised. “Don’t you already have one?”
Lina sighed heavily. She should've been thrilled. It's a school in southwest Chicago, which means it's only a few blocks away from her apartment, and it's probably a higher pay grade. But somehow, the feeling was a lot more bitter than sweet.
“I do… it’s just… ugh, I don’t even know how to explain it…”, Lina said and started unfurling her long, thick braid while looking at herself in the mirror above her phone.
“Try me, Gordita”, said Camila with a smile. “It’s something to do with your Clark, right?” Camila smiled and raised an eyebrow.
Lina blushed, then sighed and told her about how Clark’s attitude became colder after their hot Salsa dance on Friday. She explained that she got the message and went back to braiding her hair, wearing her long, loose dresses (as loose as her outrageous curves would allow), and stopped touching and gazing lustfully at Clark as much as she could.
“Ay Lina”, Camila said with a weak smile, “you just had to fall for a married man, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t mean to!” Lina said with despair. “It just happened…”. Lina sighed as she kept unfurling her braid. “Anyway, things are now pretty awkward between us. I hate being so cold to him, it’s tearing me apart. But, it’s the only way I know to stop myself from ravishing him in the middle of the classroom… I just think about it 200 times a day”, Lina said with a mischievous smile as her hair finally loosened to be completely free and wild in all its glory.
“Are you gonna take this job offer, then?” Cami asked.
“I don’t know”, Lina sighed heavily. “Well, I wasn’t offered anything yet. But I mean… it’s so painful just to be around him, knowing I could never be with him…”, her voice broke a little and her eyes watered. Camila looked at her empathically. There was a long, heavy pause before Camila finally broke it.
“Is he really that cute?” Camila asked with a mischievous smile of her own.
“Ohhh you wouldn’t believe it, Cami!” Lina blurted, as if she’s been waiting for someone to ask her that. “They don’t make men like him in Colombia. Clark is… different. He’s so smart, but he’s humble, and he makes me feel so safe. He encourages me to be confident at my job. And he’s so freakin’ tall, Cami. And handsome. I feel so feminine next to him”, Lina beamed as she reminisced.
“Wow, sounds like a true charmer”, Cami said with a smile, then bit her lower lip mischievously. “How’s the package?”
“Cami!” Lina exclaimed, but couldn’t hide her reddening face. “Well, I’m… not sure. But, I mean… I did feel something poking me when we danced Salsa. Something… big. Very big, actually”, she giggled and covered her red face with her hands.
“Ayyyyy mentira!!” Cami exclaimed in excitement, her mouth and eyes opening wide in disbelief.
“Anyway!” Lina tried to stir back the conversation. “Nothing can happen between us. And as long as I’m working with Clark, I intend to dress as modestly as I can. Here, look - I even keep wearing this annoyingly tiny, smothering minimizer all the time. You know… to make sure I don’t stand out”, Lina said and gestured towards her own supposedly-minimized breasts with some pride. Camila laughed out loud.
“Lina, cuchi… you don’t have the function to not stand out. Speaking of which - did you grow again???” Cami asked curiously and tried to look at the bottom of the phone. Lina quickly lifted her phone and got it closer to her face.
“No!” she said with panic.
“Lina…?” Cami crossed her arms and lifted her eyebrow.
“Maybe?” Lina said and blushed again. “I guess I did grow a little bit.”
“Show me, chica!” Camila’s eyes widened and a curious smile spread on her face.
Lina scrunched her lips cutely, debating with herself before she finally relented. “Fine… but don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
With Lina having set up her phone back on the dresser at a lower angle, Camila was now able to see Lina’s illegally sexy form all the way down to her hips.
“Ay no me diga, gordita…”, Cami said as she looked at her ultra-sexy friend with a mix of awe and some lust.
Blushing, Lina undid the first button of her expansive dress, revealing about 2 inches of cleavage. Already, considerable hilltops muffined perkily upwards, presenting a C-cup’s worth of boobage. With another button undone, even more cleavage muffined upwards and outwards, now rivaling E or F-cup. A third released button revealed about an H-cup’s worth of boobs, and the beginning of a thick, white fabric. Lina frowned upon seeing just how much her boobs were spilling over that fabric.
Camila gasped out loud. Even that relatively-small surplus of cleavage just about rivaled her own entire breasts! Yet for Lina this was a little bump in comparison to her true size.
“No puedo creer esto… Lina! That’s not a little bit!” Camila exclaimed accusatorily.
Lina blushed profusely. “I guess it’s a little more than I thought. Damnit… this minimizer fit me perfectly when I’d bought it, like a year ago. No, it was actually 8 months…’, Lina said and tightened her lips to the side cutely.
Lina paused for a moment and placed both hands against the sides of just the overflowing portions of her boobs. Despite her palms spread wide, she couldn’t even cover half of the exposed skin. With a playful curiosity, she tapped four fingers from each hand lightly across the upper curves, alternating right and left. The touch made them bounce softly beneath her fingertips, before quickly returning to their perfectly rounded shape the moment her fingers lifted up.
Camila stopped talking altogether and suddenly became aware of the bit of drool escaping the side of her own open mouth.
“Ugh… is it that obvious how small it is on me?” Lina asked worriedly and turned sideways, showing Camila her profile. Camila became beet red all of a sudden as she rushed to find a secluded spot in the street.
The contrast was staggering. While Lina’s waist tapered inwards beautifully to look slim and fit, her breasts surged forward from her torso more than three times the thickness of her own waist! Lina bit her lip, unsure, as she looked at her form in the mirror above the dresser, then proceeded to wrap her arms around the fullest parts of her breasts. Her fingers were barely able to touch at the front, while her tits pushed upwards into her chin!
“Yes, it’s that obvious! Nena, can you even reach your own nipples???” Camila asked incredulously. Lina shivered and closed her eyes, imagining Clark’s large hands lifting her breasts as he was sucking on her nipples. She moaned softly before opening her eyes. ‘Stop it, Lina. It’s not relevant anyway’, she thought.
“Ugh… barely… and that’s with the minimizer on! I don’t know what to do, Cami. Am I too big?!” Lina asked in desperate panic. Camila didn’t know what to say. She could only keep gawking at her too-hot-for-her-own-good friend.
After no response came, Lina looked back at the phone screen. “Cami? Should I…” she asked and pointed at her buttons. Camila nodded her head frantically. “Yes! Of course! Now stop stalling already and show me, Catalina!”
Being best friends for as long as they’ve been, both girls were used to undressing in front of each other. Lina shook her head in despair and continued unbuttoning her dress. The thick, white fabric of her minimizer was now apparent. Evidently, this was the same white “bra” that Clark had seen beneath Lina’s arms when he’d danced with her. If only he knew just how wrong he was.
One by one, Lina continued unbuttoning her dress at the front, while Cami’s mouth opened wider and wider accordingly. More and more and more and MORE of her vast “minimizer” (which looked more like a maximizer) was revealed. It looked as tight as a drum from the immense pressure it’s been under. The further away Lina got, the harder it became for her to unbutton her dress. She barely managed to get her hands far enough to undo the furthest buttons beyond the horizon, having to really squeeze her boobs inwards with all her might to even reach them. She finished off the work by taking out her arms from their extremely spacious sleeves and lowering her dress below her hips.
At last, revealed in all its glory - Lina’s torso was wrapped around by a white, minimizing chest binder. The binder was a very tight compression fabric which pressed Lina’s breasts inwards, and was designed to flatten it significantly.
However, as tight and compressed as Lina claimed it to be - it still spread forth from her chest by about two whole feet, showing an endless shelf of boobs in front of her sternum, while reaching all the way down to her hips level!! Actually, it was a couple of inches below her hips, to be precise. And that’s with the minimizing binder on. Lina’s giant boobs also spread roundly and beautifully almost a foot beyond her very slim and fit torso, blocking the view of most of her arms.
Underneath that constricting, ready-to-burst binder, was another thick, pink garment, peeping from the sides and below. Pink straps, almost as wide as seat belts, ran from underneath the upper hem of the binder and over Lina's feminine shoulders, cutting deep into her poor skin despite how wide they were.
While the exposed, overflowing tops of her boobs jiggled hypnotically with Lina’s every movement - the rest, vast majority of her boobs encased inside her binder moved as a single unit. This just further accentuated just how, against all reason, as gigantic as that binded portion was - there was more to it than meets the eye.
Lina fearfully glanced back down at her phone again to gauge Cami’s reaction. Camila was dumbfounded.
“I mean…” Lina stammered. “It’s not that mu…”
“Catalina Jimena-Maria Rivera!” Camila exclaimed her friend’s full name. “Tienes unas tetas gigantes!!!!”
Lina’s face grew even redder, but she couldn’t deny her friend was right. No matter how Lina looked at it - her size was just preposterous. While her surplus of boobs escaping her binder already rivaled Camila’s own large boobs, it was but a mere rounding error compared to the rest of Lina’s compressed boobs. And she knew damn well they were even bigger than that.
Not only that, but apparently Lina’s boobs grew the equivalent of Cami’s large boobs in less than a year! She was hoping her growth would taper off at some point but it seems like her body had other plans in mind.
“I… I guess you’re right, Cami. Oh god… what am I gonna do? Should I get a reduc…”
“NO!!!!!!” Camila couldn’t stop herself from yelling. Lina chuckled back at the sudden outburst of her lustful friend.
“Ok ok… don’t worry. Honestly, I can’t even think about actually reducing them. As much of a pain in the ass as these babies are, I love them more than anything!!” Lina said with a beaming smile and hugged her breasts as much as could manage with her slender arms. She caught maybe 10% of her total boobage, if that.
“But seriously, nena…”, Camila said while still drooling out of the corner of her mouth. “Just how freaking huge are they? I know I’m a 75H cup and I’m having trouble finding bras for myself. I can’t imagine how you manage to find anything in your size!”
“Well… I’m not entirely sure, actually”, Lina said and started softly caressing a very thick bundle of hairs over and over again. “I mean… I know I’m a 65 under the bust… that’s the easy part. Well, not that easy when you have to lift them to… never mind. Anyway… when I’d bought this binder, the lady there told me it was the strongest, most efficient compressor available on the market. And it’s true, it managed to get me down by so much!”
“How much? Specifically?” Camila asked, biting her lower lip with lust.
Lina pondered for a moment. “It was down to… um… wait…”
Cami got close to the screen, anxious to hear the number.
Lina gulped. “Uh… let’s see… the lady's tried the 2-meters tape, but it was obviously too short…”
Camila gasped. “What do you mean OBVIOUSLY??? It wasn’t long enough?! And this was when you had the binder on???”
Lina reddened even more. “Eh… well… yes, of course… the last time I was under 2 meters was when I was 18 years old. I didn't wear a minimizer back then, of course. Heh, funny how small I was back then… only one lap around the alphabet. Well, almost two… never mind. Anyways… where was I?” Lina asked, her mind drifted off to other realms.
“You were just about to tell me you were so freaking gigantic that a 2-meters long tape measure wasn't long enough to measure your mountainous tits!!!” Camila almost screamed. She seemed almost crazed with anticipation and lust at this point. Lina blushed again and continued.
“Right, yes… so, um… so the lady then brought the 5-meters one, and said it was… uh… was it? Only 216 centimeters?” Lina put a finger to her full, sensual lips.
Cami’s eyes bulged wide in shock.
“Ahhhhh no! Now I remember!” Exclaimed Lina and smiled, remembering. “I got the numbers all mixed up, I get confused all the time... It was 261cm! Not 216... I’m so bad with numbers… anyway, that was what she measured me with the binder on. And the bra underneath the binder, of course. Unfortunately ,I didn’t have time back then to measure myself without it. It was too much of a hassle to take everything off. But it was 8 months ago, you know, so… I guess that number’s gone up quite a bit since then. I guess I should really find a good seamstress around here, huh?” Lina said as she kept the shapes of her boobs in the mirror, trying to encompass them in various ways.
There was no response, however. Lina finally looked back down at her phone and frowned in confusion. Camila wasn’t smiling. Lina’s friend had her eyes closed, like she was concentrating hard on something, and she seemed to be taking deep breaths through her open mouth to try to calm herself down.
“Cami?” Lina asked and took the phone in her hand, concerned.
Camila opened her eyes and seemed extremely flushed. She started to frantically look around the street like she was making sure no one saw her.
“Lina, chica, I… I gotta go, ok? I… I’ll talk to you soon, sorry. It’s been so great to talk to you. You’re… god, Lina you look more gorgeous than ever”, Camila said and bit her lower lip.
“Th… thanks, Cami, you look beautiful too. I miss you so much”, Lina said and smiled weakly at her friend, her voice breaking a little.
“I miss you too, Lina. Talk to you soon, ok? Bye mi amor”, Camila said hastily with what little strength she could muster before she hung up the call.
Lina stood with her finger on her sensual, full, deep-pink lips, looking at the ‘End Call’ screen, confused and a little flushed.
*
“Ugh… Jesus Christ…”, Clark grunted as he loaded Marla’s heavy suitcase into their trunk. ‘Why does she need so many things for just one night?’ he thought to himself.
The sky was bright on that beautiful Saturday morning. The kids had their meal preps in the fridge. Clark instructed Benji on what to do in case of emergency. All was set up.
Suddenly, Clark felt a set of hands slide from behind him and over his waist.
“Ready to go, honey?” Marla said huskily. Her hands travelled lower, reaching his crotch area, and lightly caressed the outline of his cock for two seconds, before coming back up to his waist.
Clark shivered and felt his large cock beginning to stiffen up.
“S… sure… uh… hh… honey”, he said, then turned around and planted a little kiss on Marla’s lips.
They shut the doors, set up their GPS to the hotel and drove off.
Marla looked at Clark excitedly, and placed her hand on his right thigh while he was driving. Clark raised his eyebrows in response but said nothing. That didn’t happen for… many years. It certainly wasn’t an unpleasant surprise. He felt his dick stiffening even further, given the proximity of Marla’s hand to it. He longed for her to move her hand further up to his crotch, but didn’t want to push his luck, so he stayed quiet.
Clark took a left turn at the first intersection.
“Why did you take road 38?” Marla asked in a voice much sharper than it had been a minute ago and automatically took her hand off his thigh. Clark took a deep breath.
“It’s quicker this way”, he said, hoping that would end the discussion.
“But if you’d have taken 47 then 64 - you could’ve reached the highway faster”, Marla insisted, all softness she previously had - gone. Clark felt his blood starting to boil.
“I thought of that, but then we’d go through Sycamore and there’s a lot of traffic there at this hour”, he retorted as calmly as he could, losing patience by the second.
“We’re gonna get there so late because of that turn you just took, Clark”, Marla huffed and crossed her arms.
“We’re not gonna… Marla, just… trust me, ok?” Clark said.
“Fine. You’re the driver, what do I know?” said Marla and looked out her window, huffing quietly.
The drive was a few hours away from their home, and Marla was pretty quiet during that time. This actually gave Clark some time to ponder over the past few weeks. So much has happened.
After acting less warmly towards Lina for the past two weeks ago - Clark felt like shit. He wasn’t rude to her, but he kept his distance to a degree. Lina seemed to have gotten the message and took a step back. Actually, it was like 10 steps back. Clark should’ve been content, but a part of him wished that Lina ignored his secluded behavior and kept trying to get close. He missed their long conversations, missed their text exchanges which stopped almost completely ever since after their Salsa dance on that fateful Friday. He missed her touching him so softly and sensually. Fuck… he just missed her.
But he could only blame himself. Lina did exactly what he signaled to her to do, even if he didn’t spell it out - to leave him alone. It provided him with the state of mind to focus on his relationship with Marla. But Marla was… fuck, he didn’t know what to think about his wife.
For the past two weeks - Marla sort of “behaved nicely”. Most of the time, at least. The first few days were better, then her behavior started squeaking with her outbursts every now and then, where she lashed out at him for this stupid… whatever thing that he did. He couldn’t even remember. And now she’s silent-treating him on the way to celebrate their anniversary. What a great way for that to start. But… it’s to be expected, no? No one can stay nice all the time. And Marla did touch him more than before, which he asked her to do.She almost grabbed his butt after he’d gotten her a bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolate a few days ago.
But above all, ever since Clark booked the hotel - Marla kept telling him how much she couldn’t wait to get there, often accompanying that statement with a kiss or a warm touch.
“Babe”, Marla suddenly broke the long silence and brought Clark out of his stupor.
“Huh?” Clark said.
“You know they have this amazing spa there”, she said, as if nothing had happened before that. She started rubbing his thigh again encouragingly.
“Huh…”, Clark said.
“I ordered a couple’s massage for us," she said with a sly smile.
Immediately, Clark’s first thought was - ‘how much a couple’s massage must’ve cost in such an overpriced hotel.’ But he couldn’t afford to screw it up. “Uhhhh… wow… yeah, sure. If that’s what you want… sounds great, uh… honey”, he said, still struggling with that word.
“Oh, I can’t wait to get to the warm pool. And the Jacuzzi. Did you know they had a dry sauna AND a wet sauna?” Marla said and kept rubbing his thigh. Clark never stopped being amazing at the expertise at which Marla shifted her moods on demand. It kinda made him feel petty and guilty for taking a lot longer to get over his bad mood. Maybe he was exaggerating?
“Oooo and in the morning we have to get up early because they have this amazing buffet! We could spend all morning just trying different things, because they have just so much you can’t eat it all in one sitting, so we can just spend a few hours…”
She kept going about the never-ending morning buffet. Clark was getting worried. Doing some simple math in his head, between their long drive, their limited time at the hotel with a checkout at 11 A.M. tomorrow, and all the activities that Marla wanted to do, one couldn’t avoid the most obvious question - ‘when is she planning to fit in “sex” in that busy schedule of hers?’ He wouldn’t have been this anxious about sex if it weren’t for the fact that the last time they did it happened was almost a whole year ago!
“No wayyyy…”, he said dryly, trying and failing to sound enthusiastic.
“Oh and the bar is…”
“You know what? Why don’t we decide once we get there?” Clark asked, trying to calm himself down and give Marla the benefit of the doubt.
*
It was around 4 p.m. by the time Marla and Clark opened the door to their room. It was a lovely room, indeed. ‘It should be, at that price…’
“Ooooo, I love it!” Marla exclaimed giddily. Then she stopped and turned around to face Clark. She put her hands over his shoulders. “Thank you, babe. This is perfect”, she said, and rose on her toes to kiss him. Clark kissed her back and encircled his large hands over the small of her back. He groaned and felt his dick stiffening again at the feel of Marla’s body pressing against his. Clark instinctively pulled their joint bodies towards the bed. However, Marla broke the kiss and placed her palm over his chest.
“Not now, babe. The massage is due in less than 30 minutes”, she said and took a step back.
“Oh… right”, Clark said, deflated. But Marla seemed so excited, he didn’t want to bring her down.
The massage was actually very relaxing. In hindsight, Clark was glad they had it. The girl massaging him was very attentive to his body. She loosened some deep, much needed knots from all over his body. Clark hadn’t realized just how tight he’s been.
After the massage was over, Clark got up from the table. “Wow, that was…”
“Let’s go to the pool!” Marla cut him off excitedly.
“Oh… uh… I thought… yeah… ssssure”, Clark felt himself surrendering to Marla’s excitement and just tagged along, being too disoriented by the recent massage.
Clark was searching for Marla while standing inside the pool near the edge. He really just wanted to get to their room already, but tried to focus on the fact that he was at a warm, shaded pool with his wife on their anniversary. Well, she was here just a moment ago. Where is…
“Look what I got us, babe!” Marla said as she waddled through the water from the pool-bar with two cocktails and silly umbrellas. She was wearing her one-piece red swimsuit and large sunglasses, despite being indoors.
“Oh, I didn’t know there’s a bar at the pool”, he said, taking the cocktail. He took a sip and grimaced. It was so sweet.
“I tried to tell you. How do you like it?” Marla asked enthusiastically.
“Ummm… it’s ok. A little sweet but…”
“It’s so relaxing in here”, Marla cut him off and leaned against the pool edge next to Clark.
“Yeah, it is”, Clark said. He decided to stop being so uptight and try to just enjoy their time together.
However, Marla really took her time. By the time they got out, almost two hours had passed and Marla had drunk four more cocktails. She was beyond tipsy. Clark grew more worried with each drink.
“I’m huuuuuuuungry, babe. Let’s eaaaaaaat something”, Marla slurred.
“Yyyyyeah, you should probably eat and drink some water”, Clark said.
They got dressed and went to the hotel’s restaurant. Clark made sure Marla drank some water right away.
“Alright, anything else for you guys?”, asked the waiter.
“No, thank you, we’re…” said Clark.
“I want a Mojito”, interjected Marla. Clark felt his temper rising.
“Honey…”, he emphasized as nicely as he could through gritted teeth. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink already?”
“Relax, Clark. Don’t be such a downer. It’s vacation”, Marla chuckled condescendingly, making Clark feel even more petty for trying to be responsible. Clark shook his head and gave up.
Minute by minute, Clark saw his hopes for sex being crushed. He knew Marla all too well. She’d get drunk, then she’d fall asleep in a heartbeat.
It was almost 9 p.m. by the time Clark and Marla finally made their way to the elevator, with Clark having to support Marla’s drunk form. At this point, he wasn’t sure if he was more furious, disappointed or just exhausted by Marla’s attitude. He pressed the button to call the elevator. Marla yawned loudly enough to make Clark look around, embarrassed.
-DING-
They got in the elevator and Clark pressed on the 4th floor button.
“Wow… that was so gooooooooood!!!” Marla slurred way too loudly, looking at herself in the mirror. Good thing they were alone in the elevator.
“Yeah”, said Clark dryly, feeling depleted of emotions at this point.
“Boy, I’m stuffed!” Marla kept going.
“Yeah”, Clark repeated himself.
Marla turned to finally look up at her husband. She lazily put her arms around his waist. Clark raised his eyebrows.
“Babe…”, she said with a wide smile and got really close to him. “Today was so much fun!”
Clark felt the butterflies return. Maybe not all is lost after all. Marla got her face inches away from his own, looked him dead in the eyes and said:
“I can’t wait to finally get to our room…”
Clark’s heart palpitated.
“And go to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!” she slurred as she raised her fists in the air, stretching.
Clark’s heart sank.
-DING-
The doors opened. Marla walked out of the elevator.
“You coming, babe?” she said, looking back at him.
Clark held the door but looked at the far wall of the elevator. Under the rail, a slightly peeled orange-and-black sticker of a roaring bear caught his attention - the Chicago Bears logo. He just stared at it while holding the door for a long moment. Rage flooded his body. He slowly looked back at Marla with a look so foreign it made her drunk self focused enough on him.
“Clark?” Marla said. Clark just held the door, looking at his wife. Marla took a half step back. She’s never seen him so angry.
“You can’t wait to get to our room - ‘and go to sleep’?!” he said quietly.
“Yes, Clark. Now come on already, I’m tired…” whined Marla.
“Wait wait wait. Let me get this straight…”, said Clark. “We haven't had sex in almost a year, we come to a hotel for our anniversary, and all you can think of is SLEEP???” he raised his voice.
“Ugh… again with the sex? Sheesh, can't you delay a little gratification, Clark? What are you, twelve? We'll do it some other time then…” Marla waved it off.
“When? Specifically, Marla - WHEN??? Today’s over, you’re drunk and half asleep. Tomorrow you planned to spend all morning in your precious buffet... WHEN DID YOU PLAN TO FUCK WITH YOUR HUSBAND???” Clark shouted at this point.
“Clark, come on… not here”, Marla shushed him.
“YES HERE!” he boomed again and startled Marla. This was not the Clark she knew.
He glared at her. “Ok, quick recap”, Clark kept going in a quiet but menacing voice, holding the door all the while, “we have a huge fight, then you just “decide” to end it... you get all sweet for some time, make me think like you’re finally ready to let your “monster of a husband” have sex with you”, Clark spat. Marla was stunned silent. Clark kept going:
“We arrange everything with the kids, you tease me this morning by feeling up my cock before we leave - yes, I was aware of that - getting my hopes up. Then we get to the hotel, but instead of FUCKING, after a whole FUCKING YEAR, you spend the whole time getting drunk. And you know… you know just how tired you get when you drink, Marla. We’re alone, at a hotel, on our anniversary, with no kids - and now you can’t wait to go to sleep?? Do you even want to have sex with me… ever? Huh, Marla?” Clark growled, hurt and angry more than ever.
He expected this to touch Marla, for her to at least say ‘yes, but not now’, to show any emotion. Something. Instead, however, she went on the offense, of course:
“Ugh… what’s the big deal about sex, anyway? Why do you always have to be so melodramatic, Clark? Can’t we just enjoy our vacation without you ruining it with your… needs? God, you're so childish… what a fucking cry-baby”, she said and crossed her arms.
Normally, Clark would’ve defended himself. Tried to mitigate things with her. Maybe offer for them to go to sleep and continue this in the morning, after a good night’s sleep. This time, though, he chuckled. A chuckle that only scared Marla even further.
“”Ruining it with my needs…”, he repeated her words quietly to himself. “Do you even hear yourself talk sometimes? God, I’m such an idiot… all these years… you convinced me that I was the problem”, he said and shook his head.
Marla was confused by Clark’s calm energy. She expected a fight. That’s what she was best at.
Clark took a step forward and filled the doorway of the elevator. Marla flinched and took another step back. She’s never seen him so… sure of himself.
Clark looked at Marla calmly with the coldest smile she's ever seen. She trembled. With a calm, quiet voice Clark said:
“I’ve been with you for so long that I started to believe that's just how relationships look like. One-sided, where the wife is always right and bears no accountability, and the man is always wrong, has to apologize for something, provide and get nothing back in return, and still feel guilty all the time.
Marla opened her mouth and closed it immediately.
“But it doesn't have to be this way, Marla. You’re not giving me the support that I need as a man, Marla. You’re not giving me peace. You only take from me, while giving me nothing in return but anger, apathy, silent treatments, gaslighting, crazy mood-swings, judgement, and constant criticism. You’re a barren ground, Marla. You’re not a good wife. You’re actually a horrible wife, Marla, and I’m going to wither away if I stay with you any longer. I deserve better”, Clark said in a calm and collected tone.
“C… Clark”, Marla croaked.
“I’m done begging you to want me, Marla. You’re a big girl, do what you want. I’m filing for divorce. As of this moment - you and I are only married on paper, and I'll make sure to expedite this process to get this divorce finalized as soon as possible. From now on - you’re no longer my wife, and I’m no longer your husband. We’re not bound to each other in any way. You’re free to find your next poor victim to leech onto, may god have mercy on his poor soul”, Clark said with a calm coldness akin to a lawyer's.
“You… you can't…”
“I just did, Marla. You go ahead and enjoy your precious sleep in our room. Your room now, actually. I'm not staying here another second”, he said and looked at the button panel in the elevator.
“Wait! C… Clark, wait!” Marla called back frantically at him. Clark stopped and looked back at her. He didn't see a point in staying but felt it was right to at least give her one last opportunity to say what she wanted to say.
“Are… are you taking the car?” Marla asked.
Clark tucked his chin back to meet his neck and scrunched his face in shock and disgust. Marla just learned that her marriage was over and life as she knew it so far was forever changed - and that's her immediate response? ‘Are you taking the car?!’
Clark looked at Marla like she fell from the sky. “Yes, Marla. I am”, Clark said and reached his hand for the Lobby button.
“But…” Marla chimed in quickly and Clark stopped again. “How… I… you can't just leave me here! How am I supposed to get back home??” She asked in a frantic attempt to stop him.
Clark smiled back at her. “You know… I heard there's a train station about 2 hours from here that leads back to Elburn. Of course, you'll probably have to take a bus there. Maybe two, then you’ll have to switch and wait between buses. Oh, and then there's the train ride, which shouldn’t take more than 3-4 hours, tops. Anyways, don't worry, I'm sure the good ol’ public transportation will get you home safely. Eventually…”, he said with a cold smile.
Marla opened her mouth to protest back but couldn't think of the right response, like her voice was stuck in her throat.
“Good night, Marla. Have a great life”, Clark said calmly, then pressed on the Lobby button.
“Clark!” Marla yelled at him. “You can't do this to me! Clark!!!” she screamed.
The last thing Marla saw before the doors closed was Clark's calm, peaceful smile.
*
It was the next morning when Clark stood in front of the doorway nervously. He was holding two cups of fresh coffee in a double cup and a paper bag filled with savory and sweet pastries that he’d bought on this Sunday morning from a local bakery. Given the haste in which he left the hotel last night and the long night-drive he had to get to some crappy motel in Southwest Chicago, he was still wearing the same clothes he had on last night. He looked at his phone again to make sure the address that he got was the right one.
He was more nervous than he’s ever been. He was tired. But he’s also never felt more sure of what he was doing than in this very moment.
Taking 3 deep breaths, feeling his heart pumping blood like a machine, Clark knocked on the door.
Long moments passed before finally, the door was unlocked and opened wide. Clark gasped and almost dropped the coffee cups.
Lina nervously smiled at him.
Clark has never seen her like that.
Lina’s gorgeous mane of vibrant hair flowed exquisitely around her face in the most beautiful waves. A light make up accentuated just enough to elevate her otherworldly beauty. Looking down, tight, blue yoga pants clung to her long, shapely legs and outrageously huge, bubbly, perky, round ass cheeks like second skin. Lina wore only 3 inch high heels. It was Sunday morning, after all. Yet, they still emphasized that world-class ass that much more. Yet none of that mattered once Clark looked at the two atomic bombs called her boobs. Encased in a stretchy white tanktop - they basically filled its entire front and sides and occupied the width of the doorway. No curve was left implied. It was the body of a Latina-goddess, raised to the power of a 100, in all its glory.
Clark forgot what he wanted to say and just stared at her, dumbfounded, with his mouth open. In all honesty, without a hint of sarcasm - the thing that elated Clark’s heart, wasn’t Lina’s boobs, ass, beautiful face or thick hair. It was her warm, peaceful, magnetic, charming, beautiful, loving smile.
Lina giggled and blushed. “Hi Clark. Do you wanna come in?”