It's been a while since I made a submission here, but a lot has happened to me. Those of you that called me a cheating whore will be happy to learn that Rob found out about Harvey and filed for divorce. My life has turned up-side-down and I just seem to be in a downward spiral now, going from middle-class housewife, to what I now have. More on that later. Anyway, I came in one afternoon and found him sitting at the kitchen table, pictures spread all over it. The pictures were of me and Harvey doing everything imaginable. Instantly sick, He must have hired someone to watch me or something. I didn't even try to explain, just collapsing into a chair, numb and dying inside.
Rob was better to me than I had any right to expect. He didn't just kick me out on the street with nothing. He put the house on the market and gave me three days to get out, but said he'd give me some of the money from the house sale if I'd agree to leave town and not come back. I didn't have family here, so I knew it was the only deal I'd get. More than I deserved.
Rob packed what he needed and drove off in our new Bemmer. At the lowest point of my life, I cried all day. I suppose Harvey saw Rob leave because after a while he came over, just walked in and sat down, watching me cry.
"Hubby find out?" he said, and when I didn't answer, he went on. "Well, it could be worse. At least he let you stay in the house."
That's when I broke down completely. "He . . . (sob) gave me three . . . (sob) . . . days to get out!"
"Wow, bummer."
"What am I going to do, Harvey? I have to wait until the house is sold to have enough money to leave!"
"Shit baby, that's no problem. You can stay with me." He grinned like a wolf.
Sobbing, I practically threw myself into his arms I was so grateful. He just picked me up and carried me right into the bedroom despite my protests, dropped me on the bed, and tore off my dress. Screwing was the last thing on my mind, but when he started licking my vagina lips I couldn't take it anymore. He probed deeply with his thick tongue and I just wrapped my legs around his head and rode it. At least, I could escape what my life had become, if only for a few minutes. We fucked most of the afternoon. Afterward, he helped me move some of my stuff into his place, and then we fucked some more.
For the next couple of weeks he fucked me two or three times a day in every way a man can use a woman. Even when I didn't feel like doing it, he'd insist. I usually gave in, and found myself fucking him back with equal fervor. I found out something else about myself, too. The constant sex took a toll. After a while, I seemed to be growing dependent on it. If he didn't initiate it, after only a day or two I'd be practically climbing the walls! At those times, I found I'd do anything to get his big dick out of his pants. I seemed to be walking around in a constant state of arousal.
Then he suddenly caught the flu bug, which turned into something worse and he was confined to bed for a couple weeks. Sure, I used the big dildo Harvey bought me. Not the same thing. I needed his cock. It was kind of scary, but after having it almost constantly for so long, that was all I thought about.
Desperate one day, I slid into bed beside him and started fondling his limp cock. He awoke and got really angry, telling me I had to leave for a few days until he got better. I told him I had no place else to go, so he called Earl, a creepy old man in Harvey's poker group. He said Earl would pick me up that afternoon and I'd better not piss him off or I couldn't come back after he got better. I remembered Earl from seeing him once, in Harvey's back yard. He was old and skinny, ugly as sin. He'd stared at me like I was a steak sandwich, giving me the creeps. Because I had little choice in the matter, I packed an overnight bag and got into Earl's car when he arrived.
Earl was kind of funny, telling me jokes as we traveled, trying to make me laugh. He lived in a surprisingly clean bungalow at the outskirts of town. When we walked in he said, "I'll put your suitcase in the room, fix us something to eat. I'm hungry."
So, I was to be his fucking maid until Harvey recovered. Great. He had decent food in the place so I fixed a good meal and we ate. When we'd finished, he pushed back from the table and stood. "Come on, I'll show you where you'll be."
I followed him into what appeared to be the master bedroom, where I found my suitcase on the bed. Confused, I said, "Isn't this your room?"
He grinned. "Yep."
As realization sank in, I backed away. "Oh no, not on your life!"
"Okay Baby-cakes. Get your bag and I'll take you back to Harvey's. He probably won't be too happy though."
Near panic threatened to overtake me as I struggled to remain calm. He was right. I had no money, and no place to go. If Harvey kicked me out, I'd end up on the street. I had to do whatever I had to do until the house sold. "Please, Earl." I whispered. "You don't have to do this. I can sleep on the couch."
He just looked at me, all the good humor I'd witnessed in the car, now gone. "Get undressed."
Tears filling my eyes, I began to unbutton my dress as he stared a hole through it with beady little eyes. Lowering my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at him, I held it to me with crossed arms. "Let it drop," he said hoarsely.
