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Click here"Is it just dancing or are you fucking guys for money?" Paul shocked her.
Sarah looked at him startled. She froze not knowing what to say.
"You must be getting more than having your tits played with," Paul pressed on. "I don't see that look of sexual frustration that was building in you after the shooting," he went on. "I know sex was a big part of our relationship. It's gone now."
Sarah broke down in tears. Despair overcame her as she thought about losing Paul's love for her.
"Oh my god, Paul. I'm sorry," she bawled. "I am doing this for us," she cried as tears ran down her face. "Please don't stop loving me," Sarah wept.
"I know you need a lover," Paul said trying to console his wife. "I just don't want you to degrade yourself like that."
"It's not degrading Paul," Sarah said trying to compose herself. "It's just sex. You are my only lover. The only lover I will ever have."
Now Paul was beginning to feel despair. He had confronted his wife to find out how truly she loved him.
"I'm sorry, Sarah," Paul apologized. "I was only afraid. Afraid our love was going to slip away."
Sarah leaned over and kissed her lover on the lips with passion. She didn't need to say anything more.
...
Sunday morning Sarah closed her eyes as Andy's hard throbbing cock penetrated her. In her mind, she was back in that apartment where, so many years ago, she made love to that tall handsome fly-boy.
The end.
- COMMENTS
Pyroabout 1 year agoRead this because of what you put in your bio about it. I have to say that I actually liked it. It was heartfelt and honest; not filled with fantasies of unreal breasts and oversized cocks. 5 Stars! Bravo!
Anonymousover 5 years agoThis story HAS to be autobiographical!
The richness of detail and depth of emotions can only come from one who's been there very recently, reminiscing while the afterglow is still shining.
Bravo and well done, for five stars.
And now that you've had the courage to finally open up, sharing with your readers your real desires, you can go ahead and freely explore more of yourself with the rest of us.
Anonymousover 5 years agoWhen I was growing up an invalid neighbor guy lived with his adult daughter. She seemed to love to put up and take down her laundry washings topless. I'd see her go out Friday and Saturday nights with guys her age and come back REALLY late. She may have done that other nights, but those were the only nights I was allowed to stay up late. It wasn't until the old man died that I found out the old man was her husband. She was REALLY broken up when he died. I didn't get it at all at the time.
Two of my coworkers fell for each other and moved in together. She was BEAUTIFUL. It wasn't long after that that the female coworker came down with a degenerative disease and went down hill kind of fast. After a while she was let go. Once in a while, when he'd drove her over, I'd see her and chat. When she called, I started coming over to chat and help with her. Eventually, she confided in me that she gave her blessing to him to cheat on her. She told me because I was bound to find out about him straying on her and she didn't want me, or anyone else, holding that against him. She didn't want him resenting her because she could no longer be with hi physically. I never saw him step out on her but after a while I heard rumors about him at work. I squashed them as best as I could. Not a lot of understanding at work at that time. She eventually got put into a convalescent home and wasted away badly. She wasn't conscious for at least a year before I stopped visiting.
Anonymousover 5 years agohimself. He'll probably finish what the gunman started.
Good writing. Dreadful story.
