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Click here"Figure it out between yourselves. You're too old to act that immaturely." My husband spoke softly, but he was close to the back door. I heard him clearly. Peeking, I saw him sitting at the table, tapping idly on the display tablet's screen. Only its dim screen and light from the living room illuminated the kitchen. I saw his slumping outline, and my heart weighed heavier for it.
I considered washing my face using the garden hose, but my makeup needed soap or cold cream to remove fully. I dared to unlock the back door and ease it open just enough to look through. "George!" I hissed softly.
Dull eyes turned on me. "Wha-"
"Shhhhh!" I interrupted. "I can't let the kids see me."
His body turned slowly. A flash of concern wiped off his vacant looking face. I quailed, waiting for his judgement. Would he flush me from our home and send me away forever? I wouldn't have blamed him. Hells, I wanted encourage that. I was no longer a wife to him, but a toy for another man's pleasure. Somehow, hope remained in my heart.
"Kids!" He shouted suddenly. Fuck, he wanted to them know how far I had fallen.
"I'll give you twenty dollars to go to the store and get ice cream. You mom will be home soon.
"What flavor, Daddy?" That was Peg's limited ability to suck up to her father.
"I want Rocky Road!" Ridley shouted.
I closed the door when feet thudded closer. He gave them each ten dollars. "Get two pints and keep the change."
Our young teens dashed to the front. I stepped inside after hearing that door slam shut. I hung my head and started crying.
"Come on, Leen." George came over and hugged me gently. "The one thing I can understand is how awful this is for you."
"If you only knew-"
"My imagination is bad enough."
He helped me to our private bathroom and sat on our bed while I washed my face. He said, "I didn't hear the car."
"I left it down the street." I turned to him from the sink's mirror, but he was already heading out of our bedroom. He moved the car to our driveway and returned.
I was in the bath, soaking my burning behind in hot water and plenty of bubble-bath. I didn't dare let him see my deep bruises.
"Can I come in?"
"Please, Honey. I don't deserve your forgiveness." I tried to joke. "Until maybe tomorrow."
He shook his head and frowned. "What can I do?"
"Stop thinking about me." I elaborated. "I don't mean stop caring. I would die if I lost your affection. I literally mean, don't think about me during the times I'm gone. That would eat up your insides. Two personalities, remember?"
"I'll try." He sighed. "H-how long until-" His voice trailed off.
"Until the next time?" I shook my head. "I don't know, but it'll probably be soon. I think he wants to prove something."
My husband clenched his lips tight, draining the blood from them. "Do you want me to sleep on the couch tonight?"
"For the gods sakes!" I burst angrily! "I'm the one who should sleep on the couch! I've wronged you horribly."
"I feel numb, Colleen." His hands trembled at his sides.
"Give me a second alone." I asked.
Nodding, he shut our bathroom door between us. I got out of the tub and tied a towel around my hips, flinching from the pressure of fluffy terrycloth on my asscheeks. I opened the door and went to him, hugging my husband with my soapy tits and arms. "Feel me, please. I'm back, and I'm yours."
George tenuously returned my embrace, slower than he had when he met me at the kitchen door.
"Mom doesn't like marshmallows!" Peg accused from the living room.
"Sure she does!" Ridley argued. "Everybody likes marshmallows."
Soon there was a knock. "We got ice cream!" Our son announced. "Peg got boring old strawberry."
"Strawberry's good for you! Healthier than Rocky Road. Actual road probably tastes better."
"Mooom!" They must have seen my car in the driveway.
"Ignore them." I whispered.
He told them, "Fix yourselves some. Your mother and I need our sleep."
"Oooo-lala!" Peg sang. They went away and argued in the kitchen while scooping ice cream.
I grabbed my pajamas and dried myself off in the bathroom with the door shut again. Re-emerging into our bedroom, I found George laying down, staring at the ceiling.
I crept under the covers, rested on my left side, and nuzzled my face against a shoulder. He threaded that arm under my neck until he was hugging me to his chest.
I fell asleep.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous5 months agoColleen and George are both pathetic, first for letting an old street sociopath like Leland get over on them and second, for having no fucking clue about what to do about it. This story is dusgusting.
RanDog02510 months agoI saw the title, went straight to the comments and here I am. No, I didn't read it or anything else in the BBC genre. I was in the Military too many fucking years and I'm not sure the % of blacks, whites, Hispanic but in all those years I was in a lot of Latrines and never saw one BIG BLACK COCK! I'm sure most all those that were well endowed were not in the Military but in the Porn business. By the way? The story SUCKED, thus the low score! Let it be a lesson for you. I was nominated to a Judge position but took the Prof. job at a College and had this writer(not Author been in my class, I'd more than likely failed him for this Dung! Guess my score for this story?
DiscipleN10 months agoAuthorHeh, you're the one ducking out of the dialogue and simply quacking insults, instead of engaging with evidence. Only people who want to be titillated by the primary trope of this story, should read it. That's what the note is for - to let people decide for themselves. Heck, even the title says what kind of story it is, but you seem to get off on hate filled righteousness.
Anonymous10 months agoYou write a racist story, thus encouraging and supporting racism. What is the old saying? If it walks like a duck and sounds like a duck, You my friend are supporting racism, warning or not.
DiscipleN10 months agoAuthorI trust readers to understand that individuals can be bad people, regardless of their skin. As you'll see in future chapters, there are people of color in positive roles.
The 'stereotype' you're trolling about is literally the trope that is a part of raunchy fiction - which is too ridiculous of a genre for canny people to take seriously. Thus the warning I posted at the top. A person like you should have heeded the warning.
