Jenna's Journey

By Robert Strictland

Jenna is a doormat that is sick of her selfish husband. What are her choices? Divorce is not the answer, but maybe a change of lifestyle can be. A strong female mentor changes Jenna's outlook on life, and sparks her determination to take charge of her marriage. Jenna and Russell learn to look at each other differently, and to treat each other differently. The lessons are painful, but the rewards are great. Read how attitudes are changed how emotions are dealt with, and how sex is turned from a slime fest to a fireworks show. Jenna and Russell finally find devotion and trust on a level never known before in their marriage.
This book contains graphic depictions of sex,bdsm,oral sex,and anal sex . If you are offended by any of these things this book may not be for you.
Please read responsibly and enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robert Strictland
• Release date: Jul 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476361970

Robert Strictland

50 something and married, my goal is to write books that will not only excite your libido, but arouse the reader's thinking also. I want to get people to look for answers to the questions in their lives. So many people drift through life without knowing who they are, or who their partners are. I know I have been that way most of my life. Seek the most from your self, from your spouse and from God. Your life will be fuller and happier for it.

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Jenna's Journey

Rough Road to a Smooth Marriage

Copyright 2012

by

Robert/Natalie Strictland

Published by Plain Brown Wrapper Publications

Publishing at Smashwords

Chapter One

I was partially awakened by the light pounding on my back and the sensation of something rubbing between my legs. It was an occurrence that had happened so many times before. My pig of a husband partially awake with a boner, was using my thighs to relieve his distress.

My tears over the situation had long since dried up. I was just putting up with his self centered actions, till I could find a way out, or it got better. I would spend another night with a sticky mess between my legs as I try to fitfully fall back to sleep.

In the morning was the same routine. My alarm went off for work, at 6:00 am, as I drag myself out of the now crusty sheets. I look in the bathroom mirror am I some doormat ,for that sleeping jackass in the next room? I whisper.

I am not an unattractive woman. My silky brown hair dances down my shoulders, and my eyes of green were like jade, I have be told. The firm full figure I saw in the mirror was not supermodel skinny, but I have noticed many men noticing me. I could easily attract another man. One that would treat me right and attend to my needs as well.

The marriage vows that I agreed to three years ago though, were a road block to that direction. My fears now that he was just along for the ride were being fulfilled night by damnable night.

The office was a buzz of activity that morning as always. Other women there were used to seeing my sad looks as I took my place in the small office. My job, as an accountant, paid well, but I was still in the lower tier in this company.

I spotted Simone in the copy room and greeted her sullenly, morning Simone.

Hi Jenna, why the long face? She knew the answer already.

My porcine husband slimed me again last night, I responded crudely.

"Why don't you leave that asshole and find a decent man?, she asked.

Why don't you make him be a decent man? we heard a third party speak in a light Russian accent. Simone and I spun around to see our recently appointed boss addressing our conversation.

The woman before us was tall, at least 5'10. Her blonde hair tightly packed into a round bun on the back of her head. At thirty five she was still an extremely attractive woman. Her steel blue eyes, said, I don't take shit from anybody." She was known company wide for that trait alone. The dark gray business, suit was form fitting yet all business.

Why are you ladies discussing personal problems on my time? she coolly said. Jenna, why do take such sheet off a man for? she added in her Russian voice.

Sorry, Mrs. Kovig. Simone and I spoke at the same time.

Simone, get back to work, Jenna come to my office, Mrs. Kovig commanded. A feeling of dread came over me as my boss sharply turned on her spiked heel, and I followed her like a whipped puppy.

Close the door, Jenna, Mrs. Kovig ordered. I can't have my people being dragged down at work by problems at home, she stated. We have to remedy your situation, she exclaimed. Tell me about your husband, Mrs. Kovig asked.

Shamefully and with tears I said, he lost his job by looking at porn while working. He messes up the house. Every thing he does is for himself with no regards for my feelings. I am so sick of that man I could scream!

Tell me everything, Mrs. Kovig demanded.

My face flushed red and I spoke grimly, he just uses my body to get himself off with out any regard to my needs.

This man is a peeg and peegs need to be dealt with accordingly, she retorted.

You and I will leave work at noon today. We will have lunch at my house, and I will show you what needs to be done, Mrs. Kovig proclaimed.

I was incredulous at the morning's events and wondered the rest of the morning, what was in store for me. At noon I shut my office door, as I stepped out, Mrs. Kovig came around the corner. Come with me, we will take my car to lunch, she stated.

I replied, Yes, Ma’am

No need to be so formal, Jenna, we are both of the superior gender, call me Natasha, she said as her spiked heels clicked down the hall.

Natasha's home was in a close in suburb on the same side of town where I lived . The house was very trim and neat with a stone front and two grand bay windows. When we stepped out of the car and walked to the door, we were greeted promptly by a young man no more than 24. Natasha kissed him on the cheek as we entered and told him,Randall, fetch us some scotch and ice while you prepare lunch for us.

I thought to myself,who is this good looking young man, is he a servant or a butler of some sort? My mind came back as I was handed a glass of ice,say when Ma’am, Randall spoke for the first time in a strangely high voice. The fragrant liquor spilled into the ice and I quickly said,when. I am not too much of a drinker, Natasha, I said.

I find that a little good whiskey puts you in a more relaxed state, Natasha said. Randall, remove Mrs. Barker's shoes and rub her feet to relax her, she added. I started to protest and my Boss held her index finger up to her pursed lips. "You are stressed and in need of