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"But, ... of course it was wrong ..."
I didn't really think of it as getting even. But, maybe it was there subconsciously. It had happened. I had enjoyed it, ... mostly. And that was it.
"Now I just have to get on with it." I roused myself from bed and stretched.
My clothes were a mess. Grass stains on my slip and my dress. A button torn from the dress. I smiled in spite of myself, as I tossed them into a corner of the closet.
My panties, once so virginal and pristine, were a mess. Still a little moist between my legs, and with crusty dried stains elsewhere; his cum, I guessed.
The shower revived me and I slipped into jeans and a blouse and went downstairs to see what I had to face.
He was in the garage. I didn't go out. But he soon came inside and confronted me.
"What happened? You must have gone off the road! Are you hurt?"
"No."
"There is grass caught in the mirror! Someone burned incense or fireworks in the ashtray! How did that happen?"
"I don't know."
He stopped asking. I didn't bring it up again and he hasn't either. It's better that way. Or was it cruel of me to leave him wondering? Wondering ... wondering ... well, me too.
I think it is not all bad if he is wondering.
- COMMENTS
TatankaBillover 4 years agoThis is wonderful! It's erotic, poignant, bittersweet and terribly real. What a great storyteller you are! I'l read this again, over and over. Thank you so much for sharing it with us.
Anonymousabout 6 years agoThis is a nice, realistic story well told. It was possibly a bit too long.
The wife's experience evens the score a bit. It seems that this couple could enjoy some swapping experiences.
writerjababout 12 years agoThis was really good as it wasn't all fantasy. A lot of reality mixed in. She longed for some time holding him after they hotly fucked, but he just rolled away and was onto other thoughts. The next day waking and realizing life went on, as it always does, until it doesn't. How special those moments of intimate bliss and how we all long for them to happen again ... and again.
