Trouble (Mature) [Discontinued]

One

Milla laid silently as George snored like a bear next to her, his arm lazily thrown across her naked waist. Another round of unsatisfactory sex.

She'd tried coaching him on what she wanted, but her tastes proved to be too freaky for the vanilla style he was accustomed to. Despite their lackluster sex life, the couple were absolutely infatuated with one another. Their similar sense of humor, open channels of communication and honesty, dedication to their crafts, and overall chemistry made them a power couple to onlookers.

Milla hadn't minded the sex in the beginning- her age making her naive to the wonders of sex- but as she grew closer to 40, she'd come to see all she really wanted. Outside of her secret masturbation sessions when George was at work, she hadn't cum in the last 8 years.

George was a devout Christian who didn't believe in sex until marriage, which was a refreshing take for Milla who'd been used to men using her for sex. Their relationship flourished and she had no problem waiting for the man she'd fallen in love with.

Once they got married, she expected the sex to be unlike any she'd ever had but was quickly shaken from her day dream. Chopping the lackluster sex up to inexperience, she aimed to show George how to please her but quickly discovered his inability to explore other forms of pleasure. He'd even objected to her sucking his dick, claiming the act was degrading to her.

The beeping of his pager shook Milla from her thinking.

"Baby, wake up." She whispered as she shook the large man. A groan greeted her ears before he rolled over to grab the small device. The time on her phone showed it was nearly 4am and she knew she'd have to be at work in less than 5 hours.

"I gotta go." He chirped as he climbed out of the bed and stretched his body. The sight of his naked body heated her own yet she knew the rough quickie that played in her imagination was unattainable.

"I put all your stuff together by the front of the closet so you wouldn't have to go too far." She smiled softly as he navigated around their large room to the walk in closet.

Their combined salaries made it possible for them to buy the 8 bedroom, 7 bath mansion on the spot. It resembled the dream house she'd always wanted and she wasted no time in filling it with vintage chic decor and state of the art appliances. George didn't have as good an eye for design so he settled with painting, fixing, and moving everything she wanted.

"Thanks, baby." Double checking her alarm was set, she rolled over in their California king sized bed and willed herself to fall asleep.
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"What do you mean you're not doing anything for your birthday? Girl you're about to be 40, you need to be living as much as you can before you turn into a bag of dust." Milla rolled her eyes at the over exaggerating assistant.

Felicia Hernandez had been one of her first assistants since she'd first gotten appointed state attorney. Her team consisted of ten assistant attorneys who often took her place in court to represent the attorneys office. Felicia had consistently been one of the most quick witted and dedicated of the team.

"I am doing something. I'm going to go out for a nice dinner with my husband." Milla tried to defend her lack of real plans for her birthday. It was in 6 days yet she'd hardly noticed as she'd been caught up in work. They were bringing Morphe Corporation to court for a zoning issue and the case had quickly snowballed into a bigger humanities issue.

"Boring! You need to go get a brazilian wax and find some mandingo dick to rock your world." She flipped her perfectly curled, brown locks over her shoulder with a shit eating grin on her toffee colored face.

"Get out of my office, Ms. Hernandez." Milla didn't bother looking up at the woman anymore. Despite her clipped tone, Milla would be lying if she said her pussy didn't throb at the thought of being fucked recklessly for her birthday.

A knock on her door sounded seconds later and she rolled her eyes before calling for the person to come in. Her eyes locked on one of her other assistants, Peter Remington.

"Good morning, Mrs. Downer. I had those subpoenas issued and they're currently on Judge Sanders' desk to be signed as we speak." His back was rigid and his face set in a serious scowl.

"Thank you." She dismissed before eyeing the paperwork in front of her again.

An hour later, her phone vibrated with a text from her husband. She'd normally ignore it while at work, but a curiosity settled in her stomach that morning.

'I have an idea for your birthday.'
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