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Click hereWhen she returned he had put his pants on, and she felt a moment of dismay that the lovely vehicle of her delight was hidden from view. "I guess it's time for me to go," she said.
"I guess," he replied. "I'm not rushing you, i..."
"No really, I have to go, it's late. I've got to get home." He stopped dressing, looked at her, and she felt his eyes memorizing her naked body. Standing there exposed for his view, she felt sexy, desired, and a complete woman.
"To your husband."
"Yes, my husband, who I love dearly." Saying that, she felt his cum drip from her pussy, despite her efforts to clean up in the bathroom. He was considering her with something like disbelief. "I do love him, you know. With all my heart." She didn't feel guilt saying that to a man she'd just fucked and sucked, and wondered why.
He shook his head slightly, and resumed dressing. "I don't really understand that," he said, and she didn't reply, just watched him dress, naked, dripping his cum from her stretched cunt. I don't really understand it myself, she thought. I wonder if I ever will? She brushed hair behind her ear as he stood, and escorted her to the door to retrieve her clothes, and he watched her dress. Would Walt understand? She doubted it, she thought, as she took her purse and headed for the door.
When he dropped her back at her car, there was only a light kiss, no tongues or groping. No passionate goodbye. She thanked him for a wonderful time, and he nodded, thanking her in return, looking confused. She looked for the light in his eyes, the devilish curl of his lips that had entranced her earlier, but they were not there. The crinkle was still there in the corner of his eye, and the smile was still nice, but the attraction, the irresistible need, where was that? Was it ever really there, she wondered. Or was that something in her head, or in her pussy, that had made him look that way?
She drove home, reliving the powerful passion of the previous hours in her head, and thought of Walt. She had betrayed him a second time. She did love him, she knew she did, he was the only man she could ever love, but she felt no guilt, no remorse. She could love only him, but she could fuck other men, and the idea frightened and excited her.
She didn't want to hurt him. But she knew she would do it again.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 8 years agoJust get the sewage pumping truck to get rid of it !
"1*" !!
irvlynover 9 years agoCogent, intelligent comment!
And fucktards?? -- you've invented a much needed and wonderfully descriptive word!
I second your comment exactly as written. Thanks to you ... and to the author.
fregenabout 13 years agoCuriously at the beginning of the chapter she is torn by guilt but by the end she feels no guilt at all and knows she will continue! Hmmmm. <P>
She loves Walt, doesn't want to hurt him, won't be able to live without him but feels no guilt about having sex with other men. Hmmmm again. No sex with other people was the term of the marriage contract. Obviously she wants to renegotiate the marriage contract. Okay then do it! She owes it to Walt to bring him in on her new viewpoint. <P>
Looks like she is REALLY able to compartmentalize her love/guilt/obligations to Walt. Thanks for sharing
Denny Craneabout 13 years agoI will never understand the mentality of people that vote a story down based on their personal beliefs and morality. If you don't like this type of story, then why do you read it? I'm not big on BDSM or non-consent stories, but I don't judge the authors that write them. I JUST DON'T READ THEM. Strange concept, eh? What's funny is that the judgmental fucks that vote down a story like this, are the same sick fucks that wank to rape stories or stories about fucking their own children. And grow a pair of balls and sign your name to your comments, you fucktards.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoI thought you wrote well and should try more stories. Funny how people fixate on the morality of the characters( applying their own values) and ignore the writing style.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoShe's just becoming another I love him deeply, don't want to hurt him, but can't stop idiot slut.
Sorry, but I don't buy the love. You throw it in to try and not make her as deeply the horrible person she is, but none of her actions show her love. Sure she goes home, but she's still out looking to get fucked. Sue she fucks hubby, but it just seems like he is just another cock.
So sorry, not an erotic story. It's just a deeply depressing tale of a total train wreck marriage coming apart.
Do you honestly find betrayal and heartbreak erotic? That's really messed up if you do.
deadoneabout 13 years agoTo quote " she betrayed him a second time...she felt no guilt, no remorse...
She didn't want to hurt him. But she knew she would do it again."
She is now nothing more then a common gutter slut. Not worth talking to, not worth being with, good only fucking with a double thick rubber. She may say that she loves him but this is not how you demonstrate love. Nope, time to take out the trash and go shopping for a new model.
whatever2258about 13 years agoTo me there was nothing erotic about this story.
The bottom line is no man or woman who cheats on there spouse Loves them.
Take this same story and make it a about an unattached woman than OK.
The story did make me think about about a close. female friend of mine. She cheated on her husband ( this was long before I knew her) the first time she was out with friends for drinks and she said she had to much to drink and it just happened she said she felt a lot of guilt at the time but she said she also knew she no longer Loved her husband or she would have never done it. To make a long story short she asked for a Divorce.
That was over 10 years she lives with a guy and seems happy she told me she will never marry again.
