Dwight Yoakam: "You've got your little ways to hurt me. You know just how to tear me up and leave me in small pieces on the ground."
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There's a million ways I can try to spin it. Truth is, that's all I'd be doing. Putting a spin on something that never should have happened. But it did happen.
My name is Darryl Townson and I'm employed doing bridge construction design. I'm a regular speaker on the agenda for a few organizers who like to milk local governments. About every other month I'm on the road to some convention center. My company benefits greatly from the referrals I gather at these events. As such I'm knocking down more money than I'd ever dreamed possible.
I've been married for five years to Peggy who I began dating my senior year in college. She'd graduated but was taking additional classes to further her nursing goals. She successfully completed the requirements and is now working at the hospital and is also making good money. We bought our first house about two years ago, and live in a very upscale gated community. Dual income no kids describes us perfectly. Children are in our long range goals but neither of us seems to be eager to change our lifestyle of lavish vacations and the party circuit.
Now I know this sounds like I'm making excuses, but, well, I guess I am. My week started poorly as I'd contracted some kind of food poisoning on Wednesday. After spending most of early morning hours of Thursday waiting in the emergency room, I got about two hours of sleep. The medication wasn't doing much to calm my stomach. This went on all weekend. I hadn't had a good meal in days nor did I desire one.
My flight on Sunday was delayed due to a winter storm affecting the inbound flight from O'Hare. I'd miss the beginning of the meet and greet at this conference. On my way to the host hotel some jerk ran a red light forcing the car next to me into my rental car. My blood pressure was sky-rocketing by the time all of the insurance information and police forms were filled out. Thankfully I'd fully protected the rental car this time.
Normally these meet and greets end around ten and I strolled in at nine thirty. A double scotch served neat began my downfall. Most of the people I knew had already fled but there were still dozens milling around. Civil servants on the road like to party. I ended up at a table with several alcohol impaired people. After my second round I was a little woozy as well.
One shapely lady was forced to snuggle up next to me to let a few more join our table. My downhill slalom was on track for a medal. This lady was pressing some mighty firm tits into my shoulder and giggling at every remotely cute thing I said. I should have stopped it but I didn't. Wasn't long before we were out on the dance flooring slow dancing to songs not meant to be danced slowly. I enjoyed the feeling of those tits and she enjoyed the feeling of my hard cock. What the hell was I thinking?
She pushed me over the edge when she whispered 'I love sucking cock and I swallow too.'
At least we left the dance area alone but quickly met up on my floor. Once the door was locked I admired her little strip tease.
"Let me unbuckle you" as she pushed me backwards onto the bed.
Nary a thought of Peggy or how what I was doing was so wrong. With my pants off and her talented mouth I doubt I lasted three minutes. As promised she swallowed. I finished stripping and then finger fucked her to completion. Reaching into her purse she produced a condom and then blew it onto my revitalized cock. We tried several positions before she decided that doggy style hit her swollen clit just right. Anyone still awake in the adjoining rooms couldn't have missed her orgasmic scream when she came. Not sure how she did it but her pussy clamped down on my cock and I filled the condom.
She disposed of my used condom and then we fell asleep cuddled together. Sometime in the middle of the night I felt magical lips working my cock again. Another condom went on and she rode me cowgirl style fulfilling her needs. Sated she pulled the condom off of me and finished me using her mouth. Damn she's the best cock sucker I've ever had.
I was racked with guilt when I pried my eyes open in the morning. Never did get her name, at least I don't think I did. When I made it to the toilet my gut couldn't take it and I ended up with the dry heaves. As I showered I realized I hadn't called Peggy since talking to her while the police investigated the car accident. That's not like me. I caught her just before she left for her shift. She was absolutely pissed and I guess I would have been too. Now wasn't the time to tell the truth so the lies started.
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The next few days were each about eighty hours long. I just knew I'd never be able to keep my betrayal a secret from Peggy. She reads me like a book and even my acquaintances noticed I was off of my normal cheery disposition. Whoever the lady was must have left as I was never approached. Can't say I recognized her during any of the presentations either.
My calls home every morning and night must have put Peggy on high alert. She knew as soon as I walked in the door that something was off.
After I put my suitcase in the bedroom she stood in the doorway "Spill it!"
My eyes filled with tears as I tried to recall the speech I'd practiced. All I got out was "I'm so sorry."
By the time I left I feared for my life. A woman scorned is not just a myth. The house was scattered with broken frames, chairs, lamps, and anything else not tied down. I'd unleashed a she-devil and she made damn sure that I understood what a piece of shit I was.
Peggy and I hadn't spoken much in the two weeks I'd been living in a low-priced motel by the interstate. That changed one night.
"Darryl, I've made a decision. Meet me at El Burrito at six tonight" in a cold emotionless directive.
I'd have responded but Peggy disconnected immediately. I'm not sure what it feels like to go in front of a firing squad, but waiting at El Burrito I was about as nervous as a virgin at a frat party.
When Peggy entered she refused my attempts to hold or kiss her. She was in all-business mode.
"I don't want to hear how sorry you are. You have no idea how much you have hurt me. I will tell you what it's going to take for us to get back together."
Peggy opened her tablet and I was soon looking at a social media page. The lady pictured was wearing a Mardi Gras mask and a very revealing red lingerie nightie. Based on the size and shape of what was shown I was fairly certain that this was a picture of Peggy. This wasn't a selfie so I was hoping that it wasn't taken by some guy she'd had a revenge fuck with.
As I studied this profile with Peggy's stern face watching me I caught the status 'Married - with hall pass'.
"Peggy, is this your profile page? What will your, our, friends think?"
"No, I created a new account. It got over a thousand replies the first night alone. I changed the wording to limit my suitors to those within fifty miles of here, but it's still getting around a hundred replies every day. Lots of pictures of their junk."
"Peggy, why don't you just go have a revenge fuck. I didn't set out to betray you, but that's what happened. Get it out of your system and let's forget this ever happened."
"Well unlike you, I don't jump into bed with the first person who rubs up against me. I'm going to want to make sure that my fling is with someone worthy of me. I may have coffee or a dinner date with them to see if there's a connection. You're invited to join as I'm not trying to hide anything from you. Once I decide it will be an overnight delight for me, or a long weekend, just like you enjoyed. You say it was only one night, but why should I believe you?"
"I need to think about this. Are you staying to eat?"
"As long as you're buying."
It was a very awkward dinner. Talking around the elephant in the room proved to be almost impossible.
As we left "Darryl, when can I expect your answer?"
"I want you back but I don't know if I can do this. Does meeting here tomorrow at six work for you?"
"Sure. Bye."
Walking away she never looked back. I am so screwed.
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I tried to look at it from Peggy's perspective. If I'd found out she had a one night stand I'd have been crushed. I'd question myself. Where did I go wrong? Was it just me or something I did? All of those things, although imaginary I hoped, gave me a little taste of what I'd done to Peggy. Mine was only sex. If she can forgive me I guess I can bite the bullet. It will only be sex. Unless she really likes it. Why didn't I just keep my cock zipped up?
Peggy and I met at six, all business again. We ate in silence even though I agreed she could have ONE hall pass. Little did I know that this was just the start. She'd plunged the knife deep into my heart and now she was going to twist the blade.
