Whispers of the Past (Story 4)

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**Edited 11/27/23-Fixed a small error about Caroline being an only child**

~Caroline~

It was strange waking up the next morning. When was the last time I had woken on my own? I mean, I really had to think about it as I laid in the cool, dark bedroom. It was nice-I could take full advantage of the high-end, luxury sheets. It's what they were there for, anyway...to enjoy. I actually smiled; no children shaking me awake, no husband fucking me awake. It's like everyone couldn't function properly if they didn't have a little piece of me to get their days started, be it making breakfast or or giving up my body like some sexual object.

So, I just laid there, unsure of how much time passed-not that I cared. As much as I would have liked to stay there all day, in the big, empty bed reserved for only me, I couldn't. No. Not when I had laundry to do for myself and five other people.

It was hard to ignore the ache that seemed to reach a very deep part of me when I sat up. It had always been a nice feeling but lately it was just a reminder of Sol's increasing sexual demands. A very hot bubble bath would be nice. Absolutely...after I got the laundry started anyway. My feet barely hit the carpet when I spied a hand written not on the bedside table. It was from Sol-his perfect penmanship proof:

Didn't want to wake you. Don't worry about the kids. See you tonight. I love you.

I read it, twice, before setting the note back down where I had found it and then slipped into my robe and house slippers. Usually I kept the twins home on Friday's so it was definitely a strange morning not having them here but maybe it's what I needed. Maybe it's what Sol thought I needed. I wasn't going to complain.

After I tackled the laundry and got some much needed R and R maybe I would grab them from daycare early. That was to be determined. Thirty minutes after I had woken up, the washer was going and a fresh pot of coffee was waiting for me in the kitchen.

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The sunrays from the warm, Friday afternoon cast a pleasant glow across the plush rugs as I sat in the living room and indulged in the paperback I had been reading for a few weeks now. There was a time in my life where it would only take me a couple of days to finish one, cover to cover, but things were very different now. I had kids and a business. What little free time I did have lately was taken up by Sol.

It was pretty great to get a few chapters in after all of the laundry was done and put away, save the things that required dry-cleaning. I appreciated the placid hum that the house gave off with no one occupying it but me. It was a rare tranquility.

Underneath it all though something tugged at me, threatening to take it all away. Don't even go there, Caroline. Too late. I closed the book-because I was suddenly restless-and got up from the couch, leaving the paperback behind. I began to pace across those plush rugs with the pleasant glow cast across them. Chill...you're just not used to this.

The only way I could really "chill" myself was with a glass of wine...or a vodka. Maybe then I could take a nap and wake up to everything right again; the kids running around the house, Chris locked in his bedroom, Lydia getting into my vanity to snag a lipstick or nail polish.

And then Sol...I could probably live without what he clearly couldn't live without. Soon it was going to become an unhealthy practice. We needed to talk about it...really talk about it. Like just about every woman on the planet, I liked sex. I liked orgasms. I liked sex and orgasms with my husband but goddamn it was becoming fucking exhausting. My poor vagina needed a break...Just thinking of Sol's dick was exhausting.