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I made it to the seminar, two hours late. At the end of the day of meetings I called Brenda and she answered the phone. Matt was in our bed, recovering from being discovered fucking and broken ribs. They accepted our offer of a trade.
Red's name is Donna. I don't call her Donna. I call her Red. Matt lives in what used to be my house. I live with Red. She loves sucking my little cock. She loves having me eat her pussy and about once a month or so she loves having a big purple cock in her. She also likes the three other dildos I use to pleasure her. Oh yes, she hasn't once called me Billy. She calls me William.
- COMMENTS
Just_Words3 months agoThis isn't about sex. It's about belittlement and gaining power. The two cheaters deserve each other. Good story.
Anonymous10 months agoShe said, "Look! The thought of me getting screwed by a full-sized man turn you on, too! Good. That's perfect. What I want you to think about is eating me after he leaves. He is not here to become my new husband or to move in. He's coming here to fuck me, that's all."
"You love me? Am I supposed to be pleased that you are going to fuck someone else?" I asked, still attempting to understand how and why my life had just changed.
Both sentences seem to have no relation to each other! Writer likes to write when doped up!
iammweaselover 1 year agoSo glad the husband wasnt a Republican because he's have been deep throating that meat with abandon, wearing panties and a cock cage....gladly.
Anonymousabout 2 years agoIn my version, after the first encounter, I ask for a repeat of the event, to be held on the one week anniversary of her betrayal. Upon his entry of her, ole Hillerich & Bradsby makes his appearance. After three swift swings to his lower back, I leave, knowing that he will need mechanical wheeled assistance in order to locomotive once again. Of course, my belongings had been packed and awaiting my arrival to my awaiting SUV. Let them sort out their shit; they’ll never find me.
My comments are not meant to diminish this fine story, just some post-reading thoughts. The availability to comment allows for my idle ruminations.
For the author, thank you for a good effort, though the behavior of all is preposterously unfathomable to me.
