The Awakening

Lisa Swanson sat on her patio on an early summer?s evening, a glass of cabernet twirling slowly in her hand, as she gazed at her reflection in the patio doors. Still not bad for forty-six, she thought, eyeing her still firm 36D breasts, should-length brunette hair, librarian-but-still cute Kate Spade eyeglasses, and full lips made for kissing?or cock sucking, something she had not done for some time. That thought brought a frown, as she considered her husband Tom, due home from work in the next hour ? why weren?t they spending more time together and having more sex? The kids, now in college, had been gone for three years and the romance and sex had all but died. Perplexing, they both had good careers, he as a operations director at a manufacturing firm and she as an insurance representative for a mid-size company. Money stopped being an issue some time ago and, as empty nesters, there was no reason for them not to start enjoying life and each other more. But here they were, stuck in the usual rut. She Ankara escort bayan took another sip of wine, enjoying the buzz slowly building. Fuck it, she thought, reaching in her purse, and pulling out a pack of Marlboros. Slowly placing the cigarette between her lips in a measured fashion, she lit it and took a deep drag but quickly exhaled, barely allowing the smoke to hit her lungs. She rarely smoked, and when she did it was more of ?hell with you? type of thing, and a pack typically lasted a month. No one else knew and she liked it that way. If Tom found out, he?d be decidedly unhappy with her choice. Fuck him, she laughed to herself, taking a deeper drag, throwing back her head, and forcefully exhaling into the sky. Back to her reflection, noticing the cigarette between two carefully manicured fingers with deep red polish ? she looked good she thought, a woman in charge of her life. Suddenly, her reverie was abruptly interrupted. ?Lis?what Escort Balgat the hell,? came Tom?s voice from the doorway. Lisa quickly tossed the cigarette over the fence and turned to her husband. He was a man of medium height, with fair Irish complexion and a normally quick smile and laugh. At forty-eight, he still retained a youthful handsomeness, accented nicely by short salt and pepper hair combed straight back. ?Just enjoying a glass of wine after work, hon, what?s up?? she replied nonchalantly. Tom came over and sat next to her.?Umm a glass of wine and a cigarette it looks like,? he said, clearly annoyed. ?What?s up with that? Since when do you smoke?? Lisa gave him a frown and shrugged.?Tom, it?s not a big deal, don?t give me shit. I?ve been doing it on and off for a couple of years and I don?t do it that often,? she said, reaching for her wine. Tom reached over for the bottle and poured a generous helping into his own glass. ?Pardon me, just caught me Batıkent escort by surprise? Never knew you had that habit,? he replied, taking a healthy sip. ?Dammit, it?s not a habit, stop judging so much,? Lisa spat back. There was a moment of awkward silence as they drank. Lisa looked at her husband with annoyance. After another few seconds, Lisa reached for her purse, snatched the half-filled pack of cigarettes, tapped one out, and firmly placed it between her red lips. Staring at her husband, whose brow was wrinkling in growing anger, she flicked her lighter and brought the cigarette to a quick cherry glow. Inhaling, she snapped the cigarette from her lips, blowing a stream of smoke just off the side of his face. ?Jesus, are you serious?? he snarled. Lisa thought he just was annoyed, not as angry as she expected. She took another drag, a bit more slowly, pursing her lips around the filter and slowly exhaling. ?I?m serious. Perhaps if you paid a bit more attention to your wife, you might notice these little things, ? she said. ?Little things? What else have I missed??, he retorted. Lisa smiled, waving her cigarette hand casually. She paused to take another drag.?Oh, little things, like I completely shaved my pussy last week and you had no clue,? she smirked. He chuckled in return.