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Click here"Yeah, and how'd that work out for you?" I hadn't seen my father since my brother's birth. I didn't even know if he was still alive. But I thought sarcastically, if he is, he's probably fucking my wife too.
I rinsed out my mouth. I wasn't sure what I should do. I hated that my wife was a whore. I hated that my mother was a whore and that she thought my wife should be a whore, too. I hated my stepfather for fucking my wife.
I hated myself for loving my parents in spite of what I had learned. I hated myself for loving my wife. I hated myself for thinking, for believing that I would be enough for the fraternity's little sister.
As I left, my mother asked what I was going to do.
"I don't know," I said. "I'm going to have to see this whore you've created and see if my Cherry is still there. My Cherry loved her fraternity. I understood that she felt like she owed it to them."
I stood in the doorway, looking over the water towards Biloxi. "She wasn't fucking for money, then. She was fucking for love. She was desperate for love. Maybe that's why I could handle it then."
I looked at my stepfather and returned the sneer he'd given me earlier. "Now she'll fuck any old man with enough money. Can I handle that? Should I even try?"
I looked at my mother and warned, "If you or Brad warn her that I'm back, we're done. Got that?"
When my mother nodded, I closed the door behind me. I was off to pay a whore to celebrate my seventh wedding anniversary.
I find it exceedingly hard to believe she screwed all of those numerous men and has not picked up one case of VD and passed it along to hubby. I’d be on a fast train out of town….
Anonymous5 days ago
Do you realise how unrealistic this picture you present is? You do not seem to have respect for readers for you to have them accept this tale..Maybe your writing is directed at morons?? No man would ever think of such a cum dump for a possible relationship other than a as a cum dump..1 stars..simple terrible.
read 3 of your stories..no more..
....Te das cuenta que es ficción?
Do you realise how unrealistic this picture you present is? You do not seem to have respect for readers for you to have them accept this tale..Maybe your writing is directed at morons?? No man would ever think of such a cum dump for a possible relationship other than a as a cum dump..1 stars..simple terrible.
read 3 of your stories..no more..
Poor bastard. But, she was a whore before he married her, and like a tiger,you can paint over the stripes, but you still have a tiger... A whore is a whore, is a whore... Excellent writing, though...