Oblivious
Janine rolled over and opened her eyes. Chris was awake, scrolling through his phone. Clouds covered the sky with not a single ray of sunshine bursting through the coverage.
“Morning, sweetie,” she said.
“Morning,” he said. He put down his phone. “What time did you get to bed last night? It sounded like it was another late night at the office.”
“It must have been around 1 a.m. We’ve just been slammed with this project.”
“I’m so proud of you for persevering through it.”
“Thanks, sweetie.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. He peered down at her bosom, her nipples stiff. Aroused, he kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, but just ever so slightly.
He reached over to put his arm around her, brushing her right nipple with his thumb. She recoiled away. “I’m sorry, but I’m just not in the mood right now.”
“It’s all right,” he said. Chris smiled. “I understand. I’ll make us some breakfast while you get ready.”
“You’re the best.” She blew him a kiss as he pulled on pants and a shirt.
Chris poured the coffee into mugs and started the toast. He cut open an avocado, pried out the pit, and cut slices into each half. When the toast popped out, he scooped out the avocado and spread it over the bread. He ground fresh black pepper on top.
Chris loved making breakfast for his darling wife, Janine. Janine worked as Chief Marketing Officer at a consulting agency. Throughout their entire marriage, she made more money than him. Chris worked from home—reviewing tech products and writing for online publications. Chris tried to do everything he could around the house to support her and help her out since his schedule was so flexible.
Janine walked down the stairs in pumps, tight-fitting khaki pants, and an over-sized salmon sweater. “You’re too good to me,” she said. She sat down at the table where the coffee and avocado toast sat waiting.
“It’s the least I can do,” he said. “Dig in.”
Janine looked at her phone the whole time while they ate. Chris sat and alternated between looking at his coffee, his toast, and her, hoping for a shred of her attention. Janine was texting Aiden, the social media manager who worked underneath her. Aiden, a recent college grad, was friendly with all of the women at the consultancy. He was particularly friendly with his boss, Janine. At that moment, during breakfast, he was sending Janine pictures of himself posing naked in front of his home mirror. Janine blushed at his well-endowed penis and toned muscles. She glanced over at Chris, whose muscle definition was replaced with a beer gut in recent years.
“How is it?” Chris asked.
“So good,” she said. She finished her last bite of toast, downed her coffee, and said, “Gotta run, babe! See you tonight!”
Chris cleaned up from breakfast and got his workday started.
Janine knocked on Chris’s office door that night at around 7 p.m. She peeked her head into his office. He was testing noise-canceling wireless headphones. Startled, he jerked them off. He beamed his best smile at Janine. “Hey, darling! You’re home early, how was your day?”
“It was fantastic, really a good one. Aiden, the new social media manager I was telling you about, he and I have a deadline for a project tomorrow, but the office shut down for cleaning tonight. He’s here now. We’re going to set up a little workspace in the basement and have some focused collaboration time.”
“That’s so wonderful. Both of your dedication inspires me to work harder. Let me know if you need anything. Want me to make dinner for all three of us?”
“No, no, that’s okay. We ate already. You just take care of yourself. We’ll probably be up late working, so I’ll catch up with you in the morning.”
“Sounds good, babe. I believe in you!”
Chris put his large, noise-canceling headphones back on as Janine and Aiden traipsed down the stairs into the basement.
Janine and Aiden immediately started having loud, noisy sex. Chris didn’t hear any of it, the sound drowned out by the music he was listening to on his review headphones. Chris took them off to use the bathroom. He heard loud, steady banging coming from the basement. Curious, Chris opened the door and asked, “Everything all right down there? Sounds like something’s wrong with the washer.”
Alarmed, Janine took Aiden’s penis out of her mouth and caught her breath. She held a single finger over her mouth and gestured to Aiden. “It’s all right, sweetie. I’ll check on it. It’s definitely been acting up lately,” she yelled up the stairs.
“Thanks! Let me know if I can help at all.”
Janine and Aiden resumed their fucking, Chris resumed his headphone testing.
A couple hours later, Chris got ready for bed. The noisy washer was still going. He didn’t let it worry him though, Janine was capable of taking care of it. Resigned to the fact that he wasn’t going have sex with his wife, her being so busy with work, he thought of her while he masturbated in the shower.