The clicking and creaking of the front door triggered a heavy sigh for a showering Tiana James. Elation that once filled her resultant of those sounds had long left town, unsure when or if it would ever return.“Keenan,” she sounded her voice with a firm but flat tone.No response.When he entered the bathroom, she tugged the shower curtain across, exposing her soapy, voluptuous frame. “Would it have killed you to respond?”“Expecting somebody else?” he asked.Tiana sucked her teeth and glared at him but exhaled deeply, relaxed her face, and said, “You’re home early.”“Yeah, decided I had enough. I could always go in earlier tonight to make up. Anyhow, I’m gonna hit the sack – Tired as a muhfucka.”“I know you’re not gonna plop ya musty behind on my clean sheets.” Tiana’s forehead creased as she rubbed her loofah over her chest. “Shower first, then get some sleep.”Keenan waved her off, turned and was going through the door when she barked at him: “What is your problem?”“My problem?” Keenan started. “My problem is I had a long fucking night, and I want to sleep now.”“Alright, well my problem is I changed those sheets only last night. Stop being a fucking dick.”“You’re gonna take forever to finish in there.” He flicked his wrist in her direction.“Well, come in with me, then.”The tension from Keenan’s expression disappeared, and he stared at his wife’s naked body while she refocused on the front of her torso. Her big backside izmit escort was angled in his direction, left cheek first, and she snapped her neck around to catch him ogling her.“T, I don’t fe–”“For a man who hasn’t fucked his wife in weeks, you sure can’t help but stare, can’t ya?” She flashed a smarmy smirk before her annoyance resurfaced. “Just come in and stop being a grouch.”Keenan sighed and shed all of his garments before stepping into the space behind Tiana, whose attention shifted away from him. He reached around her for his bar of soap, and his limp cock brushed against her slick, rotund cheeks. They showered for a few more minutes before Keenan broke the silence:“Why are you so late this morning? And why aren’t you outta the bathroom by now?”“I’ve got questions too: Why don’t you wanna spend time with me when our off days actually sync?” she asked, still backing him.Keenan continued lathering, and when Tiana turned, he avoided eye contact.“I overslept, to answer your first question,” she started. “For your second: I’m still in here because I wanted to talk to you on a serious note.”“About?”“You avoiding me on your off days. What’s that all about? Fucking somebody else?”Keenan sucked his teeth and shook his head. “Why even go there?”“Well, what else am I supposed to think?”“I’m usually hanging out with my boys.”“Over your wife? Over all of this?” She spun in slow motion while pointing yahya kaptan escort to her abundant curves.“You wouldn’t get it.”“Excuses. That’s all I’m hearing.”“Fuck this; I’m going to sleep.”“You haven’t finished showering or given me a proper answer. So, until you do both, we’re gonna finish up in here.”“You’ll be late for work.” Keenan arched his eyebrow.“I’m always early, so I’ll be fine.”“Whatever.”Keenan lathered and washed while Tiana killed time rinsing off again. When Keenan proceeded to soap his balls, Tiana assisted him with one hand and encircled his cock with the other.“Baby, talk to me.” Her voice softened as she looked into his eyes. “What’s going on? Why aren’t we connecting like we used to?”Keenan’s penis began to harden, and he took hold of her wrists to pry her from his genitals, but his grip loosened as he squeezed his eyelids shut.“The truth is…” Keenan folded his lips. “The truth is, I was starting to feel ashamed lately because…” He sighed and then said, “… I felt like a failure of a husband.”Tiana released his package and dimmed into a glare. “So your solution was to be a worse husband? Really, Key?” Her spouse turned to exit, but she hugged him from the side quickly. “Okay, wait-wait, I’m sorry. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”“Let me go, T. I told you what’s up, and it meant nothing.”“No, please, that wasn’t fair of me. I asked you to gebze escort tell me what’s up, and you did. Well, sorta; Tell me more.”And he did; Keenan relayed his reasons for how he felt to her, ranging from being unable to travel frequently like they discussed to not being in the right financial situation to start a family. He also expressed guilt at her having to work to achieve what they wanted when he believed it should have solely been his responsibility. Their fifth anniversary was on the horizon, and those goals weren’t fulfilled when the original promise stated: three. All the while, during his confession, she lathered his torso and washed it again.“I can’t believe you’ve been feeling this way and keeping it all bottled up inside.” Tiana gave a concerned look and pouted.“Well, not exactly; I kinda told my boys about this too.”“But why them and not me, babe?”“Because I…” He punched his palm twice before speaking again. “Every time we spoke to each other for the past couple of weeks, we ended up arguing – mostly my fault, though. Plus, I didn’t want you to see me as less of a man by complaining.”“Baaabe,” Tiana said. “I’ve told you about that already. Don’t think you have to be out here all macho and shit. You’re man enough that I won’t think less of you for opening up to your wife. That’s what I’m here for.”“I know. I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just easier with them because I don’t care if they judge me. But you… with you, I care.”“Awww.” Tiana tilted her gaze and lowered her hands to his package again. As she lightly fondled his balls with one hand and cock with the next, she bicep squeezed her tits together.“Mmm, shit, T.” Keenan lolled his head back and placed his hands akimbo.