Chapter 3
Ken's feet carried him all the way back to his apartment a few blocks away, but instead of going inside he walked to one of the bars nearby. He wasn't quite ready to face his wife yet. As much as he loved Eliza, they were going through a rough patch. Could he stay with her forever? He asked himself this question more and more often as the months passed. In the beginning, Ken was very happy. He had a trophy wife. It was almost like high school. He was the star jock and she was the head cheerleader. However, as they grew older it started to seem trivial. He wanted to find a woman who shared his interests. One who would challenge him. He hadn't found anyone close to that, so he stuck with Eliza and continued hoping their relationship would improve. It made him feel guilty just thinking about it. Eliza had always supported him, but he just didn't feel that spark anymore
As Ken finally reached the bar he was looking for, he open the door to "The Distillery" and stepped inside. He felt a rush of warm air flow out of the building. He hadn't realized how cold it was outside. The smell of beer and burgers filled his nostrils as he took a seat at one of the worn out bar stools. Instantly one of the bar maids appeared in front of him. She starred at him for a second with almost goo-goo eyes before speaking. "Hi… Is there anything I can get for you tonight?"
Ken sat for a few seconds furrowing his brow as he debated what he was in the mood for. "I'll just have whatever's on tap Sweetheart," he said after flashing his irresistible smile. She hurried away in an instant to fetch what he'd asked for. Returning moments later she placed a large mug of ice cold Sam Adams in front of him.
"Let me know if there's anything else you need," she said with a shy smile. Ken could see a slight pink color beginning to appear on her cheeks as she walked away, glancing back at him once more. He let out a soft chuckle when she was out of earshot. It was almost too easy sometimes. The genuine smile and defined muscles spoke for themselves. Ken lifted up the glass easily and let the cool liquid coat his throat as he let his imagination drift. For some reason, the image of Juri kept popping into his head. What was it about her? Why was he thinking about her? He couldn't put his finger on it. And, what about his wife sitting at home waiting for him? He pushed the thoughts out of his head as he continued to sip on his beer.
After nursing his drink for about an hour, Ken placed his glass gently on the bar with a generous tip next to it. He stepped outside into the empty streets. Looking down at his watch he realized it was almost midnight already. Ken picked up the pace as he walked back towards his apartment. Eliza would probably be asleep by now so he wouldn't have to worry about being confronted by her.
Ken pulled a set of house keys out of his front jean pocket once he was at the door to his apartment. The key ring was full of about four or five different keys. One for his car, one for his gym locker, one for the safe he shared with Eliza, and, of course, the key to his home. He slid the key easily into the slot and with a light push the front door opened softly. Ken avoided making as much noise as possible. Slipping off his shoes, he padded quietly up the stairs towards his bedroom. Once inside, he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothing bin Eliza had placed next to their dresser. Next, he removed his jeans and piled them on top. Ken stood there for a moment in his boxers as he ruffled his blonde hair softly.
With a slow yawn, ken pulled back the sheets of the queen bed and climbed under the covers next to Eliza. He turned onto his side and lay there watching Eliza sleep for a few minutes. He couldn't deny she looked beautiful. Out of the blue he began to feel himself growing hard underneath the covers. Maybe it was the beer. Ken rolled over onto his back unsure of what to do. He didn't want to wake Eliza up since it was so late already. Plus, then he would probably be in the dog house if she found out he'd only just gotten home.
Ken pushed his hand under the covers and softly brushed it against his throbbing dick. He inhaled sharply knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep unless he got off. He started rubbing over the cloth with a bit more force. He grew harder and harder until he couldn't take it anymore. Ken slipped his hands along the top hem of his boxers and slid them down, kicking them off lightly when they got to his ankles. He immediately grabbed his cock and began pumping back and forth slowly up and down the entire length.
Ken gripped a bit more firmly as he started to gain speed with each thrust. He could already feel himself getting close, but he wasn't ready to cum just yet. His pace diminished slightly to avoid getting off too quickly. The whole time Ken's imagination was running wild. He was definitely a man who liked a nice pair of boobs, but he didn't mind a tight ass either. It'd feel so good to have a nice warm mouth around his cock or a pair of wet pussy lips gripping his length.
Ken began to speed up again as his muscles tightened. He moved his head to glance over at Eliza and make sure all the noise from his handy work hadn't woken her. However, her back was to Ken and she was breathing softly and slowly. Ken turned his head back to the center of the pillow and closed his eyes again. He imagined Eliza's body and what he'd do to it if she was awake right now. Ken loved sex. Sometimes he couldn't get enough even when Eliza gave it to him a few times a week.
At this point, Ken could feel himself right on the edge. His breathing was heavy as he felt himself releasing, but one image flashed inside his head as he began to cum - Juri. He hadn't intended on picturing her, but for some reason she popped into his head. He imagined her long dark hair just barely covering her breasts. He thought about what it might be like to have her on top of him riding his cock. Ken could almost feel Juri in that moment as he exploded onto his chiseled abs. He hadn't cum that hard in a while. It was all over his stomach as he began to slow down and finally stop rubbing his dick.
Ken immediately got up and walked into the master bathroom and wiped himself off with a spare cloth, which he placed in the laundry basket on his way back to bed. He pulled on his boxers again and climbed back in. He lay there on his back for a few moments trying to calm down. Ken slowed his breathing down and began to think. He had needed that, but he couldn't stop thinking about the girl named Juri. Why was she the woman who he imagined tonight? Why wasn't it Eliza? He tried to come up with some logical explanation, but before he could the bed started to become more and more comfortable. Ken closed his eyes and fell into a deep peaceful sleep.
