It'd been approximately nine months since Mark and Gina had been in bed together. That morning they were especially quiet with one another, and Gina was sore. She couldn't explain why, but with Mark's head in his cereal, preparing for another day at his law firm, Gina knew it was going to be another month without sex. She'd toned for him and prepared for him as best as she could. She tried everything to lure him home, but Mark was a bonafide workaholic, working to provide her with the very best. And she'd lived through the very best that he'd had to offer.
His law firm and practice were successful thus Gina got to live the high life as a working wife who also appreciated her leisure time. She wasn't bad to look at, and Mark loved red heads. It was just a pressing time for him, and Gina wasn't what you'd call understanding of him. She wanted to have him home and doing nothing but laying around, but Mark wasn't the lying around type of guy. Gina seduced him and hinted around but Mark always gave an excuse for not wanting to have sex. He had to work, and he'd worked very hard to ensure she could continue living a comfortable life.
That morning she'd fizzled in her coffee, reading her magazine and angrily gleaming over at him, as he stood up preparing to seize the day once more. Mark made his way to the steps packing up for the day and walked over kissing Gina goodbye. She'd made an effort to kiss him multiple times and rubbed his crotch for a bit signaling she'd wanted some alone time before work.
"Just stay for a while," she pleaded softly.
"I'd love to, but you know I have to work."
"Just twenty minutes of your time, I promise it'll be worth it."
"I'd love to," he insisted kissing her, "But I have to go. Plus, there's that trip I have to get ready for."
"Trip?" she asked confused, "What trip?"
"I have to go away for a week to be with mom, you know that."
"Oh great, and I'm stuck here all alone."
"You have your hobbies don't you?" he asked standing by the door.
"Fine," she huffed storming off, "I'll wait on you again."
"Again?"
"It's been almost a year since we've... you know," she shrugged, "I'm anxious, okay?"
"It's not on purpose."
"You keep turning me down."
"Not on purpose."
"So what do you call rejecting me ten times in a row?"
"Will power."
"That's very funny. You know, you're lucky I'm faithful to you or..."
"Or what? You're going to chat on me?" he asked angrily.
"I'm just saying, I want some affection."
"Fine," he sighed kissing her, "When I come back, I promise we'll take a weekend and be together. Just us."
"Promise?"
"I promise. But for now, I have to go." He turned rushing off as she crossed her arms watching in a furor. The week went by just as Mark had planned. He went across the country to visit his mother to be with her since she was a widow and Gina stood behind forced to keep herself company. That Monday when Mark returned though things weren't right at his home. He'd found another car parked in his driveway, and he'd entered his house completely confused to where Gina was.
He'd entered the basement and found Gina in sweats running on her treadmill in front of a younger man who watched, cheering her on. Gina panted slowing on her treadmill and greeted Mark with a grin.
"You're home early."
"Yeah, I came home to be with you, who's this?"
"Mark, this is Kevin, my new personal trainer."
He shook hands with Kevin and was not completely confused as to why he'd been hired. Kevin was a good looking and muscular man with very short black hair who'd obviously attracted a lot of women, and from the minute they shook hands Mark could sense what Gina was up to.
