hawna was frustrated. Things were n

hawna was frustrated. Things were not right. Her whole life she had been in charge, able to have anything or anybody she wanted. In middle school she had enjoyed tormenting the boys. Teasing them and making them do things for her. Now she was a bored suburban housewife with a husband that could care.

After all she was gorgeous. She had been told that her whole life. The little boys at school were weak and pathetic. She had only to flash a big grin and whisper false hope in their ear and they would follow her anywhere.

In college this had gotten old. She wanted someone she could respect and that would provide her security and love. She met Grant at a fraternity party. He was not all flash and party but was fairly serious. He was going to be a banker and was top of his class in business school.

He was not a big guy but had a great smile. Thin, with unkempt sandy blond hair. He was good to her and she fell for him. After a year or so they decided to get married. After graduation they moved upstate and got a small house. Grant had gone to work for a regional bank and was working his way up the corporate ladder.

Grant was a guy’s guy. The bank loved him because he was a good golfer and spent a lot of time cultivating clients. Every weekend he would leave early to go play. Every day for him was the same routine. He would be up at six, read his morning paper while eating a bowl of cereal, then shower, put on his suit and off to work. When he got home he would ride his bike or go for a run then expect dinner on the table. He loved sports so most evenings were spent watching ball games and tracking his favorite teams.

Shawna found herself bored. He had moved her from the city to this god forsaken little town and left her minding the house with too much time on her hands. She tried to be the good wife, doing all those things that a good suburban house wife was expected to do. At first it was fun. She planted a garden and would plan a nice dinner, trying to capture Grant’s attention. Nothing seemed to work. He treated her much like he treated his own mother. She was there to cook for him, clean up after him and occasionally be his beautiful spouse at some charity function at the club.

Every now and then, usually after they had been out to some social function and had a little too much to drink, Grant would show her some attention and want to make love to her. It usually lasted about two minutes before he was done and passed out cold. Shawna would lie there thinking to herself that something had to change.

One morning, Shawna had gone next door to have coffee with her neighbor Paula.

Paula was from Jersey. She took no shit from anyone. She was this foul mouthed bombshell with dark hair and a figure that would stop a truck. They had a pool in their back yard and Shawna had seen Grant on several occasions watching Paula as she lay by the pool in some skimpy bikini tanning herself.

Paula’s husband, Sam, was not like Grant. He adored Paula and seemed to wait on her hand and foot. Sam was a big guy. He was a teacher at the local high school. Every afternoon after school she would see Sam come home and begin his chores. He would clean the pool, mow the grass and even put dinner in the oven.

Paula worked part time for this bankruptcy attorney downtown. She was the one that would get up in the morning three days a week, get dressed in a dress and heels and take off for the day. Shawna was not sure who this guy was, but the way Paula dressed for work, he was sure to enjoy her company.

It was a Saturday morning. Paula and Shawna were sitting at an umbrella table out by the pool talking. Grant had left early that morning to go play golf. Sam came out of the house with a pot of coffee and some warm muffins on a tray.

“How about something hot out of the oven for you girls” he said with a smile as he poured them some hot coffee.

“Thanks Sami”, Paula said as she patted his butt. “You are such a sweetie.”

After Sam had gone back in the house, Shawna sat there very quiet with her mouth open in disbelief. “How do you get him to do that?” she asked.

“Who Sami?” she said. “He is such a sweetheart. You just got to keep them on an edge and well trained.  You know, a horney man will follow you anywhere.” She smiled as she adjusted the sheer robe she was wearing to keep her large breasts from spilling out.

“Do tell me more.” Shawna smiled with a mischievous grin on her face.

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