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Click here'I. I can't tell you.' My rage grew exponentially at this point. I wanted to shout and roar with anger. I wanted to hit her. I wanted to fuck her. How dare she withhold that information after everything she had done to me? I needed to know. I looked at her ready to launch into a furious tirade when I noticed her looking at something.
I followed her line of sight. She was looking down. Down at the vey prominent bulge in my pants. Her hand was reaching slowly forward. I stopped completely in a trance state. It was my worst nightmare. She was going to find out. I had to stop her!
It was too late. Her hand was squeezing my cock. She lifted her chin, returning her gaze to me. With the beginnings of a devilish smile she cocked her head, looked right at me and asked a simple question that would change everything forever.
'Are you hard baby?'
It was at that precise moment that I woke up in the state that I described at the beginning of all this madness. I rolled groggily out of the bed, aware of my cock throbbing painfully. I had what looked like a very serious hard-on. I checked the time, anything to take my mind off these thoughts that seemed to be consuming me. Much to my own chagrin.
9.30 p.m. on a Friday night! Jeez I needed to get a social life. And stop napping at really weird hours. I had the night and place to myself as Hannah was off one of those old reunions with those crazy friends of hers. I used to really freak out when she went to do that I thought, smiling ruefully. I checked my phone. There was a message from Hannah. I saw it ending in kisses and guessed she was just texting to say she loved me. I tapped it open and read
'Hey babe, just to warn you things might get a bit crazy tonight. Already pretty drunk. You know that I love you though. Wish you were here to fuck me...xxx.'
Huh. That's weird I thought. I'm sure I've seen that before somewhere. I put my phone away with a slight frown on my face before slouching into my chair facing my old friend, the laptop. That's when it hit me. I know where I've seen that before! That was in my fucking story. The one about her fucking other men! What the fuck! It must just be a coincidence.
Obviously I had to check. I went to the hidden folder that contained my erotic stories in and clicked it open. Then I opened up the file entitled, 'The Weekend My Girlfriend Fucked Another Man.' Then I noticed it. The title had changed. It now read:
'This Weekend My Girlfriend Fucks Another Man.'
SHIT
It's easy to dump a cheating slut girlfriend BEFORE she becomes a cheating slut wife! You've lost nothing. Don't call her. Don't open the door to let her in. Problem solved. All done.
I love the way that you are building this up slowly and still keeping it erotic. Hope to see more in the future.
This is one of the best story's on the site. Please keep it going! Can't wait!
so refreshing to read these kind of stories really nailed it, so tired of "cheating sluts" being punished its old news, and most of the similar stories the lead is a sad sack whens part two....more descriptions of hannah and yourself?? awesome stuff
regards
hottie waiting in anticipation x
Yes! Hot and definitely hit a nerve. Very much looking forward to the next chapter and hopefully a lot more.
The prose has a pretty unique style, a tad off mainstream, which is good. However, it may benefit with one more 3rd party proof read and edit.
Cheers! And Thank You!