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Montclair, New Jersey</b><br/><br/>Birds chirped within the aged oaks, whose boughs branched with dignified might around the expensive, suburban home. The decorative, Home Depot<i>spirea</i>shrubs that lined the front walkway had filled in nicely, offering dainty blobs of foliage that afforded enough titivation without being offensive. They were precisely what was expected — tactful and primmed, but not outlandish.  It would be uncouth to attract too much attention to oneself, and that meant going through Herculean efforts to create as marginal a facade as possible — clean and impressive, but average to the last detail.<br/><br/>Hank Garland clung to his wife, hugging her with suffocating proximity, as he fornicated on their marital bed. His heated breaths came short and abrupt, emitting grunts that resembled unmanly whimpers. The butt cheeks of his hairy ass flexed as he provided unvarying, meager thrusts into the woman he loved. Laying atop of Danielle, Hank remained primarily immobile as he tried to please his wife. Hank had the profound luck of marrying Danielle; he reflected often on how he'd played his cards right and snatched a babe far out of his league. He convinced himself that his work ethic and assured financial security not only wooed Danielle, but kept her coming back for more. The two-week long Alaska trip was a genuine hassle, but would prove essential for business development. It was unavoidable, and Lord knows he'd miss Danielle. A last minute fuck before he headed out the door came as an unexpected request with an equally surprising acceptance by Danielle. Hank wanted her to have a salacious memory to keep them both warm while he was away in the bitter cold of north Denali.<br/><br/>Slipping his hands out from under his wife's back, Hank paused his feeble thrusts as he awkwardly searched for stable bracing upon his elbows. Not an unfit man, Hank typically shunned physical activity in favor of more desk time. Meeting hourly staff projections meant maximizing his billing rate. The bonus he received at the end of every year, though generous, was never enough to fully compensate the time away from Danielle or his diminished performance between the sheets. Though, even if Hank had the opportunity he'd opt for a sedentary pastime — he was allergic to prolonged, physical effort. And, despite the minor exertion, Hank panted lightly as he sought Danielle's eyes for the first time since bedding her that afternoon.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna miss you, honey," he insisted. The tone he used clearly hoped for a reciprocal response. His erection started shifting in shallow probes as he spoke. "Is it good for you?" he asked, his erection lazily sluicing in Danielle's sex.<br/><br/><b><br/>
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