The Wicked Witch of the East
By Buster2U
Warning // Cuck Shit // Warning // Cuck Shit // Warning // Cuck Shit
Friday night about 9 pm, I sat in my favorite bar, The 49er, on the corner of West San Carlos Street and Bascom Ave. I was sipping my favorite 12 year old Blended Scotch whiskey, Johnny Walker Black Label while having a smoke. Just minding my own business and trying to forget my cheating wife and the heartbreak she continues to keep giving me.
My wife, Ailene, just broke my heart one more time, again tonight, when she just threw her cheating in my face again. She had told me that she was going to be spending this weekend with her boss. It just crushed me. I just can't divorce her so she just keeps rubbing it in my face, more and more, over and over.
I just happened to glance toward the front door and saw the most exotic looking woman come in by herself. There was something about her that caught my attention besides her beautiful long straight black hair and pretty face. She just looked so very sensuous, but more than just that, she seemed to ooze sex appeal.
This woman slowly walked around the bar, seemingly to closely examine each man one at a time, like she was pondering something. She would focus on a man and then move on. It was eerie, yet fascinating. I wondered what she was doing. I wondered if she would get to me.
She did, I watched her as she eventually approached and looked at me. I was just sitting here, nursing my drink and my broken heart. I was feeling completely worthless, and rejected by my cheating wife who was leaving me for the whole weekend. I am so depressed, I feel so lonely I just want to die.
"Hello, Cutie, is this seat taken?" she asks sweetly, with a smile.
"Not at all, Darling. Please sit down, would you like a drink?" I responded, as bravely as I could.
"What ever you are having." This beautiful woman almost whispers.
"Tell me about yourself. What are you doing here all alone?" She asks out of curiosity.
"I'm just sitting here having a drink trying to forget all about what my cheating slut wife is pulling on me this weekend, again," I answered.
"Alex, (bartender) another one down here please!" signaling to the bartender to bring this Hottie a drink.
"What is your name cutie?" She purred.
"I'm so sorry. My name is Darrin Stephens, what is yours?" I asked.
"My name is Samantha Hogan, Honey. But just call me Sam. Tell me, why are you so depressed?" Samantha coos.
"I when I got home from work today, my wife, Ailene, was getting dressed to go out tonight. I was surprised because I didn't remember us having any plans to go out. Then she informed me that she was going out with her Boss and wouldn't be back until late Sunday sometime," I explained.
"I guess your wife felt entitled to do whatever she wanted to do, regardless of how you felt about it. What a bitch!" Sam said softly.
"Yes, I tried to explain that this wouldn't be good for our marriage and she just laughed at me. She made me feel pretty worthless." I further explained.
"Oh, poor baby, Darrin, here, do you like my breasts (she turned, sat up straight and faced me so I could admire her Massive cleavage much better) you can have them tonight. Why don't you take me home with you since your wife is NOT going to be home?" Sam asks.
"I don't know Honey, I don't think that I would be good company," I said.
"Maybe, just maybe, I can help you forget the pain that she has caused you." Sam whispered to me, reaching a hand down to massage my crotch, with the promise of immense pleasure.
"Really? You are my guardian angel if you want to make me feel better." I said.
"Oh, I am far from being an angel Darrin. But I might be able to help you forget some of the pain that your wife has caused you." Sam replies.
"That sounds great to me, I am so depressed that I have been just wanting to die," I admitted.
"Oh Darrin, that is a little premature, isn't it? Take me home with you maybe we can make you feel a little different for a while," Sam promises.
"Sounds great to me, Sam. We can go as soon as you finish your drink. She should be long gone by the time we get to my house." I said.
We leave and drive slowly north on Bascom Ave. toward Santa Clara, as Samantha continues to massage my cock. When we get to my home, it is just like I figured, our house was pitch dark. I park in our garage and go around to help Sam out of her side of the car.
"This is very nice middle class home Darrin, what kind of work do you do?" Sam asked me.
"I am a lawyer, after spending so many years in college all I do is divorces working for someone else. I am not making that much money, certainly not for being a lawyer. Maybe that is why my wife is out fucking her Boss this weekend." I sadly said.
"Do you have anything to drink, Darrin?" Samantha asked me so sweetly.
"Sure, did you like what we had in the bar? Because I have some more of that, if you do." I said.
"Oh yes, I love Scotch. Especially Johnny Walker, Black Label." Sam agrees.