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Click hereI plan on seeing you at the hotel. I'll be waiting for you in the lobby."
When I finish reading it, I noticed Leslie was at the kitchen island filling her glass again.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"I will be," I replied.
She nodded and came back with the bottle and her filled glass. Sitting next to me this time, she refilled my glass and turned to look at me with those doe-like eyes.
"So, Rick? What do we do?"
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So, what does Rick do?
I have been told time and again that no one likes the finales of my stories. I had planned to write different ending versions. Instead, I will leave it up to other writers to come up with their own.
So, do your best. Have fun with it. You don't need my permission.
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Terrific story that opens the door to all sorts of endings. Told from the husband’s POV, the letter tells it from the wife’s POV. Briefly, he got a blowjob from Deirdre. His wife suspects at least that and probably much more. In her mind this justified her own dalliance with the good Dr. Six weeks of sucking and fucking another man, one with whom she works with in her regular job, is all she wants, she says. How is she going to turn off the passion and lust when she returns? Promises mean little when the object of one’s lust is right there, every day. Looking forward to the sequels.
She doesn’t give a crap about you or your feelings, mate. She is a sneaky, remorseless cheater and this can’t be her first time either.. Plus, I don’t like her style. We all know why nurses fuck doctors, don’t we? Cut your losses…
Tough call. To be a cuckold or not to be a cuckold is the question. I'm thinking just server her on her return and get on with a life without her because she'll probably enjoy it enough to either continue or search for other guys to cheat with. As for the neighborhood bicycle, I'm thinking I would let that one ride off into the sunset by herself. I was directed to this story as I started to read one from a different author that pointed to here. Guess I'll go find out what he says.