A Good Snow Plow: Christmas Cure for a Loveless Marriage

By Jessica Cockburn

Jane, trapped in a loveless marriage, seeks solace in exploring her own desires and embarking on new sexual encounters. She forms an unexpected connection with Jacob, a snowplow operator, leading them both on a journey of indulgence as they explore their forbidden fantasies. Together, they navigate the complexities of pleasure, submission, and the power dynamics of their relationship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Cockburn
• Release date: Oct 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215807231

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A Good Snow Plow

Christmas Cure For a Loveless Marriage

Copyright 2023 Jessica Cockburn

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

About the Author

Connect with Jessica Cockburn

Prologue

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

The brutal cold front that had settled over New England had transformed Jane McAllister's quaint farmhouse into a frozen tundra. The local radio station's weather forecast offered no solace, predicting a persistently icy climate for at least the next five days. Snowfall had mercilessly piled up, leaving a thick three-foot blanket around the property and effectively cutting off any connection to the outside world.

Jane cherished the solitary lifestyle on the outskirts of town, but dealing with the consequences of heavy snowfall, particularly on her extensive three-hundred-foot driveway, was a formidable drawback. She had managed to make the treacherous trek into town on the storm's first day, but as night fell, the frenzied winds raged, unleashing billowing, six-foot snow drifts. Realizing that venturing out was an unnecessary risk, she resigned herself to wait it out at home.

A seasoned English teacher, Jane had spent her entire career at the same high school. However, the love she once had for teaching had cooled over the years as she grew disenchanted with the school board's attitudes, the pupils' disinterest, and the apathy of their parents. At fifty-five, she quietly yearned for the day when early retirement would finally allow her to bid farewell to the profession she had once found enjoyment in.

Her disillusionment toward teaching mirrored a broader disillusionment with her life as a whole. Divorced and living alone, both of her parents had passed away, while her two adult children now resided thousands of miles away on the west coast. Jane had come to believe that life held nothing more in store for her than endless days at home, immersed in books and dwindling television options. What made it even more depressing was that she was doing it all by herself.

She had been married once, but nine years ago, she stumbled upon a wretched revelation. Returning home during her lunch break to retrieve forgotten end-of-year reports, Jane discovered her husband engaged in the act of debauchery with Jennifer, their next-door neighbor, as well as another woman. While the involvement of their neighbor was not entirely unexpected, Jane's envy and simmering anger had been ignited during a previous visit when she witnessed her husband's blatant fixation with the neighbor's bikini-clad physique.

Instead of immediately confronting him, Jane made her way to the bathroom, her emotions spiraling into a mix of sadness and outrage. Standing there, naked and vulnerable before the mirror, she couldn't help but feel utterly inadequate. Her body was not what it used to be — her curves sagged, the evidence of aging etched across her skin. How could she possibly compete with a neighbor who possessed youth, attractiveness, and a perfectly sculpted figure that seemed crafted by rigorous gym visits and surgical enhancements?

While the discovery of her husband's infidelity was not surprising, what she witnessed next left her dumbfounded. There, in their living room, her husband joined in an explicit threesome, taking Jennifer from behind while she pleasured yet another woman who lay between her spread legs. For the entirety of their twenty-three-year marriage, Michael had never shown any interest in engaging in such acts, yet now he was rutting like an animal, with a woman he had only known for a fraction of their married life.

Shock immobilized Jane, rendering her unable to move or act. Despite the betrayal she should have felt, she found herself strangely captivated by the carnal scene unfolding before her eyes. Though she knew she should have been filled with anger, she couldn't deny the eroticism of the moment — a sexual combination that had only existed in her fantasies, but now materialized in front of her. A strange desire washed over her, as she yearned to be one of the participants, craving to be the one on her knees, impaled on her husband's desire, instead of Jennifer.

Within seconds, a rush of desire overcame her, leaving her wet between her legs and her nipples stiff. Acting on instinct, she reached inside her blouse, sliding her hand into her bra to caress her breast and tease her nipples. This was her usual reaction when excitement took hold. Just as her right hand began its descent towards her core, the unsuspecting member of the trio suddenly glanced up, noticing her presence outside the door. Startled, they screamed, shattering the spell and snapping her back to reality.

The next few moments passed in a frantic haze. The two women hastily retrieved their abandoned bikinis and hurriedly made their way home, deliberately avoiding eye contact as they brushed past her. Michael, on the other hand, remained, naked and filled with shame, standing awkwardly by the bed. His now deflating member glistened, a damning display of his infidelity.

No longer captivated by the trio, she turned her rage on Michael, unleashing a torrent of shouts and screams. She questioned how he could treat her this way, while also demanding him to leave. He attempted to plead and offer feeble excuses: It was a mistake or It was the first time. He even resorted to generic platitudes: I love you and I won't do it again. However, given the ordeal she had endured during the past few months, she found his protestations pathetic and utterly unbelievable. In response, she hurled a vase at him, barely missing his head before it shattered against the wall. Realizing that further explanations would be futile and he might become the target of additional objects, he hastily grabbed his underwear and followed the two women out through the back door.

The period following her husband's departure proved to be a trial both financially and emotionally. Michael's absence took a toll on her finances, with the loss of his paycheck and the mounting legal bills from the divorce lawyer rapidly depleting her savings. By the time she managed to sell the house and receive her divorce decree, any remnants of her modest savings had dwindled to next to nothing. Over time, she found a more affordable house and a bequest from her mother's estate alleviated her financial struggles. Yet, her emotional wounds remained untended.

If she had hoped to find satisfaction in kicking her husband out, she was sorely disappointed to discover that he had simply moved in next door. Within days, he had formed a trio with Jennifer and Tina, a development that became a daily, unwelcome reminder of his infidelity. What made matters even more unbearable was the pity she received from her friends.

The first summer proved to be challenging. After sharing a house for twenty-three years, living alone presented its own set of difficulties. The constant presence of the trio next door only compounded the challenge. Their house boasted a swimming pool, and whenever the sun shone, the lovers seized every opportunity to frolic in various states of undress, seemingly to deliberately taunt her. The women paraded around in skimpy bikinis that barely covered what a male friend referred to as the good bits. Even Michael, who had always worn conservative knee-length shorts for swimming during