Many words within the Oxford Dictionary could describe their way of living, but just like the home they had acquired she could only think of one. Average. As if her husband was striving to become the most dull and colorless beings in the world, their surroundings were affected by his touch. He was a Midas. He had gold... Only, everything he<i>did </i>touch turned into a drained and unflattering version of itself. To say that he made flowers wither would be exaggerating; he only managed to calm down even the most beautiful shade of red to a dull and dim burgundy, and even that was considered him flashing his wild side. If she didn't know him so well she would have made sure to keep a color chart in her purse at all times, making sure nothing she bought was too flashy or attention-seeking. Danielle often felt like a bird in a cage, and while it was safe and comfortable she also felt herself suffocating more and more for each day that passed.<br/><br/>It would be a lie to say she wasn't looking forward to him going away. Right now she was trapped underneath him, her nails painted in a modest shade as she traced them down his spine in a silent attempt to awaken his inner beast. A big part of her hoped he would give up taking her in a missionary position every time they made love and instead throw her up against a wall to feel her out, maybe even get on his knees to show how much he really wanted her. At this point her toys did more work than he did. Often times she imagined cheating on him, but she really didn't dare. His grip was too tight and he would appear in her head in all of his dull glory, reminding her that he had paid a lot for having the kitchen redone for her.<br/><br/>Danielle let out a scoff and pretended it was due to the great pleasure he was supposed to give her. His erection was sliding in and out of her selfishly, leaving her minimal pleasure. It took all of her will power to refrain from ordering him to thrust harder, to beg of him that he leaves a red mark on her plump rear with a swift strike. Of course she didn't. Hank was a proud man and she wasn't sure if he understood how the female body really worked. Sure, he was able to get her wet, something she suspected he mistook for it being a job well done. She couldn't remember the last time he had given her an orgasm - it happened rarely - and she longed for finishing it off herself once he was out the door.<br/><br/>In an attempt to try and speed up his own release, she threw her head back and tightened her pelvic muscles, biting down on her lower lip as she whined his name, only to hear him speak. She looked him in the eyes, smiling vaguely as she lied: "I'll miss you too, baby... It feels so good." She ran a foot up his leg and back down again, letting out sweet sighs as he continued to stimulate himself inside of her.