I didn't like being ambushed. Having Gwen and Carrie show up at my hotel room door and practically dragging me out to dinner was not something I wanted to do. What I wanted to do was stay in my room and wallow. To watch pay-per-view movies that I wouldn't pay attention to. Hell, maybe I'd even purchase one of those X-rated movies they sell and just jerk off like some sad, impotent man that's lost his wife to some inferior, big dicked...dick. Because that's exactly what I was.
I felt impotent. Displaced. Though I was still holding out a few little strings of hope that maybe my marriage could be salvaged... the truth was...
Well, I didn't want to face the truth. Not right now.
That probably makes me pathetic. Delusional. I'm sure there would be plenty of people telling me to just peace out. Leave my wife. Leave it all. It's how I'd felt the other day...geez, had I only been like... three days? It felt like weeks. Months. That drive away from my house, my home, and the lingering thoughts of just driving away and never looking back...
"Where were they going without ever knowing the way..." I muttered the song lyric to myself as it slumped in my chair, a fancy hamburger in front of me along with a locally brewed IPA. Whomever came up with artisanal hamburgers was insane. Why did everything need to be fancy?
"What?" Gwen looked up from her Chef Salad, eyebrow raised, fork halfway to her mouth.
Carrie was leaning back, tipping her own beer bottle to her lips and giving me a sly grin. "Love that song." She said around the bottle.
I tapped my fingers against the table. "Classic." I muttered.
Gwen put down her fork. "Okay, how is it you guys already have some sort of inside, mind meld, BS, after sleeping together once?" The look she was giving us wasn't all that serious, but there was definitely a glint of curiosity in her gaze as she leveled her eyes on me.
My cheeks reddened. I still couldn't believe that Carrie had told Gwen about what happened. I'd honestly hoped it could be something we just forgot. I was embarrassed. I felt guilty. And now my boss knew... would that create some sort of conflict of interest? Was this dinner actually a nice way of telling me I'm fired for sexual misconduct? Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake? Losing my wife. My home. My job. Everything. If I were paranoid, I'd think that maybe this whole thing was orchestrated, planned. But sometimes... sometimes life is just shit.
Carrie rolled her eyes. "You can't seriously not know that song." She leaned forward, elbows on the table, reaching for a large steak fry on her plate and swirling it around in ketchup.
Gwen sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I didn't hear what he said, so how could I know or not know..."
I tuned out their discussion about the song I'd been humming. Not because I loved it. Though I did. But because it was how I felt. Where am I going? I don't know the way? Either I'm losing my marriage or...
There was heat behind my eyes. I shut them and took a few calming breaths, grabbing my beer and taking a drink to try to hide the fact that I was on the verge of tears. I didn't want to think how it was all falling apart. I wanted to think of when it was good. To think and remember when we were in love...
My chest tightened, burned. When was the last time Julie told me she loved me? And not just a platitude of words. A knee jerk reaction. But really told me that she loved me?
Ironically... though I'm not sure that's the proper use of the term, it was probably one of the last times we'd had sex before I started falling apart. Before it all began to really sour for me. But it was like a rotting fruit. Inside becoming mush but outside only showing some bruises before finally withering and becoming black and putrid. I'd been suffering for so long... keeping it inside, hoping it would change. Go back to how it had begun. Instead... I'd finally burst. I'd sat in the corner too many times and had enough.
But before that... before I finally got up what little courage I had and left... I could only remember one time in the last month or more, that Julie told me she loved me... and I believed it...
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The room was thick with the smell of sweat and sex. I was laying back in our bed, head on our pillows, watching my wife's sensual back, slick with perspiration, ass slapping up and down on my thighs, my waist. Catching a glimpse of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy, bare and smooth, stretched around me and clinging tight as she moaned.
But she wasn't moaning for me. I knew she wasn't. She hadn't moaned for me in weeks. At least... that's how it seemed.
The bed frame creaked, mattress compressing as Devon stood in front of Julie, feet planted on either side of my legs, hand in my wife's hair guiding her mouth down his cock. The man was an unsightly lump. Naked in the soft light of the nightstand lamps, his whole body was hairy and matted, man boobs rivaling Julie's breasts. Fat stomach sticking out and flapping when he moved. Lumpy ass and thick thighs. Seeing him there in front of Julie, guiding her back and forth, making her moan deep and guttural, made it hard for me to keep my erection.
It didn't matter that Julie's cunt was on fire and squeezing so tightly it was almost painful. Every glimpse I caught of the man claiming my wife sent a shudder through me and made my stomach twist and threatened to make me go soft.
"That's it baby girl." Devon groaned, pushing her down, down, till her nose was nestled into his sweaty pubes. "Take every inch. That's what you want. Good, babe." He was sneering down at her. Teeth gleaming in the light. His eyes spared me a quick glance, and that condescending look made me sick.
Julie moaned, nuzzling her nose against him. His cock deep in her throat. Groaning around him as he held her, making her breathe in his musk.
I kept hold of her hips, guiding her up and down my cock. It felt so good, but all the emotions inside were at war and made it nearly impossible to enjoy what was happening. This was supposed to be fun. A threesome. Giving Julie two cocks... but I was starting to question if she'd already experienced this.
A week before, Devon had sent me a video of him and Julie and another woman...
I shook the memory away before it took hold and made me lose focus. I tried thrusting my hips up, hitting deep inside her, my balls slapping against her clit. But the moans she gave didn't seem to be coming from what I was doing. It was all coming from Devon.
"Suck it down. Good...oh fuck yes, look up at me when you do that. Like that Julie. Good." Devon was smiling so wickedly.
I thrust. Fucked hard. But it didn't seem to matter. To be good enough.
Devon pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped it gently against her lip. "Tell me you want this."
