“I told you we don’t need to remodel our house. It’s only ten years old…”. Martin sighed.
He did a quick once over of the inside of their house looking over the still gorgeous kitchen in his eyes with stainless steel appliances that were only a few years old, the like new hardwood floors and vaulted ceilings all throughout the spacious 2500 square foot two story home. They had purchased it almost three years ago which was a year after they had gotten married at 24.
And it was a gorgeous home furnished with only the highest quality items. A leather sectional sofa in their living room planted before a massive 85” 8K Smart LED flat screen tv (not that it was used very often due to their demanding careers). Solid wood furniture that Martin imagined could withstand anything Mother Nature could cook up due to how sturdy they were and priceless art and family photos decorated the majority of the inside of their house.
But even still, Alexandra wanted more…. Remodeling the house had been an ongoing argument for the past handful of months.
“But look at this!” She said as she brought her new IPhone 14 Pro Max within her husband’s line of sight to show him photos of newly remodeled homes.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have granite countertops, a farmhouse sink, maybe turn one of the rooms into a nursery for when we have kids? And ooh! A new walk in shower with multiple rain shower heads? It would make our showers so much more enjoyable!” She cooed in her sweet but slightly understated Georgia accent.
Martin thought fondly of their steamy showers together. They were few and far between however the long span between was all worth it. Seeing his wife’s young and lithe twenty eight year old body, her perky C cup breasts and heart shaped ass all sudsed up… It was enough to excite him on the spot.
Martin was quite the catch himself. He was in peak physical shape and had been gifted a rather towering stature of 6’3”. He was handsome with angular features and was quite well endowed downstairs with a member that stood proudly at ten inches in length. Not to mention, he made north of $300k annually thanks to his very respectable career as an elite architect.
“It would be nice, but we don’t need it Alexandra... Sure we could definitely get started on the nursery, but everything else can wait…. We could spend the money elsewhere, invest it, or save it for our future kids college fund…”
Alexandra brushed her lustrous brunette locks from her emerald eyes and pursed her full lips together in a soft smile showcasing her perfect bright white smile.
“But sweetie, with you as an architect and me as a college professor we could easily afford it…”
Martin pictured her parent’s house. A massive sprawling 3500 square foot monstrosity of a mansion with top of the line appliances, expensive and luxurious flooring, cabinetry in a timeless design.
He knew that is what Alexandra wanted…
Martin loved his wife and loved that they were high school sweethearts who didn’t have sex until their wedding night. They had met in middle school and had become close friends after a short time but hadn’t become romantically interested in one another until freshmen year of high school as Martin played football and Alexandra was a cheerleader. She was a very well to do southern belle with a voice as smooth as honey. Even though she was born and raised in Georgia, she never listened to country music preferring classical music instead, she never ate anything deep fried and had been a vegetarian for the last ten years. He couldn’t even recall a single time where she had gotten drunk as she often enjoyed high dollar wine only on special occasions and in small quantities. She had a caring nature, was always well put together, dressed for success often masking her magnificent body and had an impeccable intelligence thanks to her parent’s strict and high class upbringing. She had gotten a scholarship to Stanford for her PHD and thanks to her parent’s connections, had gotten her a cushy position at the University Of Georgia as a professor of Interior Design, proudly following in her mother’s footsteps.
Martin was lucky enough to get a scholarship to Stanford, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to afford it due to his parent’s “live below your means” rhetoric. Sure they had decent paying jobs, with his dad John being a manager at a tire shop in the city and his mom Katherine being a kindergarten teacher but they didn’t make nearly enough to pay for his college tuition. He loved his parents dearly and didn’t hold their financial fragility against them one bit.
But nevertheless Martin worked hard and he had gotten a job designing some of the most elite skyscrapers in the state.
He didn’t see his parents often as his parents and Alexandra’s parents didn’t get along very well since they looked down upon the blue collar family.
Even though Alexandra had gotten a scholarship, her parents on the other hand could’ve easily afforded it as her dad owned his own highly prestigious law firm while her mom was a high class interior decorator. But he felt it was also a curse sometimes. She was an only child so she was spoiled by her parents as a kid and she always wanted the best of everything and anything less was considered “unacceptable”. He often felt as if her parents often looked down upon him as well even with his very respectable career as an architect.
Their cars for example weren’t even a year old. Alexandra had a fully loaded Mercedes AMG sedan while Martin owned a fully loaded Jeep Grand Cherokee.
They had even spent a small fortune on their bed, spending a little over ten thousand dollars on a king sized organic hybrid mattress.
Alexandra approached him, her average height of 5’7” being dwarfed by his towering 6’3” stature.
“Just think about how nice it would be to live in a beautifully redone home. I’d be forever grateful…”. She purred as she reached up and began to undo his tie with a mischievous look as she peered up at him. He just couldn’t say no to that look.
Martin knew what that look meant. He loved making love to his beautiful wife, but it was always the same vanilla missionary position that she requested... Never wanting to try anything new…. She was even against giving blowjobs always stating that it was trashy and beneath her.
But sex was sex and he had to take advantage of when Alexandra was in the mood as she was often too tired from her exhausting job. He could only recall two times in the past month where they had sex and it had been planned after a few date nights that coincided with her ovulation days so it was beginning to feel more like work than for enjoyment…
***THE NEXT DAY***
The morning started out just like any other morning. Martin was fully nude cuddled up to his equally undressed wife after their lackluster night of lovemaking which left him wanting more. He slowly pressed his manhood into her round derrière.
“Wasn’t last night enough hun? I have to get up and get ready for work anyways…”. She sighed as she quickly got up out of bed and hopped into the shower.
Her showers often took the better part of an hour due to her strenuous bathing routine which included at least five different specialty washes and then blow drying her hair and styling it to perfection.
During this time Martin often got himself off…
Almost exactly an hour later, she began to get dressed in her usual business style attire that consisted of a suit jacket, a blouse, loose black slacks and black flats. An outfit that was boring, functional and disguised her plentiful curves. Just like always…
Martin swallowed his frustration and got ready for the day ahead.
Martin had finished up his work project early and decided to meet up with his high school buddy Brian at their favorite hole in the wall bar “The Broken Spoke” before heading home.
He truly enjoyed his friends’ company, but felt that he still had a lot of growing up to do; Still working the same dead end retail job that he’d been working at for the last five years, living alone in a small two bedroom apartment, and having numerous flings with random women he met. He was a good looking guy after all standing 5’11” with sandy blonde hair always styled to the side and just a little bit of extra weight clinging to his body.
Martin was just a few inches taller than him at 6’3” and had remained in tip top shape thanks to his active lifestyle and healthy diet. He had raven black hair that was always cut short and styled to perfection. He too was much like his wife in the fact that while he lived in Georgia, he didn’t care for country music, deep fried foods or beer. He instead preferred healthy foods like grilled chicken, salads and the like, drank high dollar booze and he often listened to smooth jazz and dressed to impress.
They had met back in high school when they both played for the varsity football team and immediately hit it off with them both being offensive linemen.
Martin didn’t get to hang out with him very often because Alexandra was often very judgemental towards him, often fearing that Brian was a bad influence on him.
“So… How are things at the homestead?” Brian asked before taking a long drink from his frosted mug of beer.
Martin took a sip of his old fashioned.
“Well… Things are pretty good I guess…. We’re trying to get pregnant which is exciting. But Alexandra wants to remodel the house which I’m not too crazy about… I’ve done the math, and everything she wants to do would cost about three hundred thousand… It’s a lot of money and a lot of mess that I don’t want to even think about…”
“Well having a baby would be awesome, but Jesus…. Three hundred grand?!? She’s the same old Alexandra from high school huh? Always wanting the best of everything. Thank god the both of you have good paying jobs. Happy wife happy life and you hit the jackpot man. She’s gorgeous.”
Martin chuckled as he took another drink of his cocktail. “Yeah, guess you gotta pay to play huh?”
Brian chuckled. “Well I wouldn’t know about that but having the freedom to go out with whoever I want and do whatever I desire is pretty nice. Couldn’t imagine being tied down or having a kid to be honest.”
Brian downed the rest of his beer and placed it onto the bar.
“Hey when the bartender comes back, can you get me another one? I gotta go hit the head.” Brian asked as he got up from his stool.
“Yeah no problem buddy.”
As Martin sat by himself enjoying his Old Fashioned, a rather busty woman who was in her early thirties sat down beside him. The term “white trash baby factory” came to mind as his eyes roamed about her plump and rather curvaceous body noticing that she must have birthed a number of illegitimate kids already with another one on the way. Beneath her straw cowgirl hat, she had long blonde streaked auburn hair with the roots showing, was dressed quite provocatively wearing a tied off flannel that dangerously showed off her massive and obviously pierced udders and hugely pregnant midsection, daisy duke short shorts that barely covered the bottom of her asscheeks, muddy cowgirl boots, had layers upon layers of bright garish makeup caked on her face with large gold hoop earrings and a collection of trashy tattoos covering her tanned and heavily freckled skin. She was also very obviously short in stature as her thick legs dangled a good seven inches above the ground. Probably no taller than 5’2”.
“So… Your wife’s too uppity and money hungry huh?” She said in a heavy southern accent before taking a drag from her cigarette.
Martin looked over with a slightly irritated demeanor. “What the hell?? Is it normal for you to listen in on stranger’s conversations?”
“Well I do when it involves a cute hunk of man meat like you…. Would you fancy a quick romp in the bathroom? I promise I’ll rock your world and your wife don’t have to be none the wiser.” She winked seductively.
Martin cringed at her poor use of the English language. “Sorry… For one, I’m married and two, I would never cheat on my wife with a white trashed hick such as yourself. You could help me by leaving me the hell alone…. Can you do that?” He replied flatly.
He failed to see the woman’s eyes burn a shade of crimson for a moment before returning to their vibrant blue hue.
“No…. But I think I could help you out some other way... I received this special medallion from mah late grandmammy. It can make any wish a reality and I bet it kin help you too.” She winked.
Martin looked over the medallion for a moment; It was roughly the size of a silver dollar very clearly made of real gold with intricate carvings weaving around a very sizeable emerald in it’s center.
“You’re fucking crazy…. Get away from me…”. He snapped at her.
But even with his guard up, he could feel his eyes being drawn into the medallion’s sizeable jewel as his resistance fell.
“But wouldn’t cha be happier if she didn’t care so much about belongings or makin’ lots of money?
“Well umm… Yeah…”. He said as he began to feel dizzy.
“Fine, I’ll leave yah be, but ‘fore I go I wanna make your wish while touching this medallion.”
As if on autopilot, Martin reached for the medallion and felt an almost searing pain as his fingers slid over it’s smooth metallic surface.
“I wish Alexandra was less materialistic…”. He heard himself mutter in a monotone voice.
“Your wish will take five days to reach it’s full form ‘less you stop it before hand by sayin’ the sentence “selflessness is next to godliness”. With each new day you’ll notice slight changes in your reality but only you will notice them while everyone else will treat it as normal. If ya ever change your mind bout bein’ with a real woman, I’m here every night round six. Good luck Martin.”
Unbeknownst to him, the word “selflessness” had just vanished from his vocabulary.
His world went dark for a moment and the next thing he knew he was taking a drink of his Old Fashioned, the woman nowhere to be found.
“Hmm… So strange…”. He chuckled as he took another sip of his drink.
“What’s strange?” Brian asked as he sat back down where the woman had just been.
Martin tried to recall exactly what the girl looked like but failed to do so.
“Oh some sex crazed nut that at first wanted to have sex with me in the bathroom and when I turned her down she said she could make any wish come true…”
Brian chuckled. “Damn…. Where is she?!? What’d she look like?! Was she hot?! I wouldn’t mind getting a piece!” Brian said looking around.
“Woah down doggy down!” Martin chuckled. “Eh she was pretty chubby and pregnant. Pretty enough, but her ignorance was enough of a turn off for me.
“Well it’s probably for the best. Girls like that are trouble and for some reason I can’t help myself around them. They do have heavy pours here. She must have just had one drink too many.”
Martin chuckled. “Yeah, you got that right...”. But felt sad thinking that a pregnant woman was drinking.
After having a few more drinks over the next hour, he decided it was time to head home.
“Don’t want Alexandra finding out that I spent a couple hours here after work. She despises this place and always gets so annoyed when I come here…”
“Ah…. One of the drawbacks to being married to Alexandra Gibson…”
Martin said his goodbyes to his friend and headed for home.
He arrived home and awaited his wife’s arrival, first brushing his teeth and then rinsing it out with mouthwash, hoping she couldn’t smell the whiskey on his breathe. He looked at his watch seeing that she should be home any minute.
But twenty minutes passed by…
Thirty minutes passed by…
She was running late which rarely happened.
“Hmfff… Bet she stopped off at a store to look at materials for our home remodel…”. He scoffed.
He sighed as he heard her car pull into the driveway and park in their spacious three car garage half an hour later. He had a feeling Alexandra would be pushing the home remodel plans hard again tonight.
As soon as she got in the door, Martin could see that she had her arms packed full of color swatches, counter top and flooring samples, various brochures pertaining to a home remodel and another unmarked shopping bag.
“Hey baby. How was your day?” She asked sweetly.
“Oh it was good for a Tuesday. Finished up my project that I’ve been working on for the last month or so. How about yours?”
“That’s great hun! I had a pretty good day. A lot of my students did very well on their presentations aaand I may have made a stop at a few places after work today…”
Martin sighed with irritation tainting his voice. “Alexandra… I said we don’t need to have our house remodeled…”
“Okay… I know you said that, but just look at what I found!” She said placing all of the items onto the kitchen counter.
He looked over everything that Alexandra had grabbed and knew that each sample was most likely the best of everything. He could see negative dollar signs flying from their shared bank account…
“So I’m thinking for flooring we could use this Mazama Hardwood…”
“And look at this beautiful rich mahogany leather furniture for the living room…”
Martin looked over the still like new black leather sectional and matching recliner they had purchased only a few years prior.
“And for our new cabinets we’d go with White Oak with glass windows, internal lighting, under cabinet lighting, soft close doors…”
“And we’d use this really cool aqua marine polished ceramic tile for our backsplash for a pop of color…”
“And for the bathrooms…”. She continued.
Martin had finally heard enough…
“WE DO NOT NEED A FUCKING REMODEL!!” He yelled out.
Alexandra stopped mid sentence in shock that her usually laid back and reserved husband had actually yelled at her. Her eyes were already beginning to tear up, her lower lip trembling.
Martin immediately regretted losing his temper.
“FINE!! I GUESS WE DON’T NEED A FUCKING REMODEL!” Alexandra said between sobs, tossing the samples in the trash bin cabinet and slamming it shut.
“Is it so wrong that I want a house I can be proud of?!?” She choked out as she neared him and sniffed a few times. And that’s when he really knew he was in trouble.
“YOU WENT TO THAT FUCKING BAR AGAIN DIDN’T YOU?!? FULL OF UNCOUTH SKANKS AND DRUNKS!! BET YOU EVEN MET UP WITH THAT LOSER BRIAN TOO?!” She yelled shaking her head.
“Wait… I’m sorry!! Let’s talk about it over dinner. We can open a bottle of wine and order from your favorite vegetarian Indian place…”
“I’m not hungry… and I sure as fuck don’t want to drink”. She replied flatly as she emptied the mystery bag that contained a few odd items onto the counter. A pair of newborn sneakers, a plushie, and a few baby toys.
“Thought it’d be nice to surprise you… I’m pregnant…”
She grabbed her purse, exited into the garage and drove away in her car.
He tried to call her multiple times and on the first few calls, it rang until it went to voicemail but then on the last few she must have turned her phone off as it went directly to voicemail.
Martin kicked himself, walked over to their wine cabinet and opened a bottle of wine for himself, grabbing a second one knowing full well that it would be a long night ahead and headed up to their bedroom.
He turned on their 60” wall mounted flat screen tv that hung above the bedroom fireplace and began to drown his sorrows.
He had really screwed up this time…
The hours ticked by and before he knew it, it was nearing midnight or 11:55PM to be exact and his eyes were getting heavy. Alexandra still hadn’t returned his calls and he figured she must have stayed at her sorority sister Whitney’s house or her parent’s house for the night.
“Well… I’m fucked either way…. She’s more than likely complaining to her gold digger of a friend or her parents about how terrible of a husband and soon to be father I am…”
Whitney was the worst type of fake when it came to a person. She was a highly materialistic, painfully intelligent neurosurgeon who often bragged about it and looked down upon anyone not as intelligent or as successful as herself and worst of all, she was overly sweet to someone’s face only to talk behind their back when they weren’t around.
She often made it clear that Martin wasn’t good enough for “her sorority sister” Alexandra but in the most disgustingly sweet and backhanded comments.
“Oh this house is cute. I bet if Martin started his own company, he could build you an even nicer place.”
Or…
“Oh that is a beautiful car, but you should really think about getting the new model!”
Martin went to take another swig from the second opened bottle to find it completely empty.
“Fuck…. I’m gonna be hung over tomorrow…”. He slurred.
He tossed it onto the bed beside him next to the other empty bottle before he passed out fully clothed in their bed with the tv on.