party, looking for Sammy. I asked everyone where was, but no one knew.
I thought for sure he would be with Hunter, who was in the backyard, upside down, mid-way through a keg-stand. Sammy wasn’t with him, so I kept on looking.
Finally, I found Sammy upstairs. He was in one of the bedrooms, with another girl. When I walked in, they were well underway. He had her ankles in his hands and her legs spread wide while he drilled her. Sammy didn’t see me, probably too drunk and too preoccupied with the girl he was screwing.
My heart broke, though I’d suspected for a long time that Sammy had been screwing other girls behind my back. He would always come home late, smelling like liquor and cheap perfume. His excuse was always the same: “we had a few drinks at the rippers after work.” But when I spoke with the other wives, the wives of his coworkers, they all said their husbands were home right after work. When I told my mom about it, she told me to let him go, that a cheater is always a cheater. People don’t change. I ignored her advice, and tried to be happy pretending to be ignorant to Sammy’s cheating.
But seeing it with my own eyes hurt. Then, I saw the girl’s face… My God, she couldn’t have been older than sixteen, and she appeared to be passed out. I felt sick. My knees became weak and I nearly fell to the floor. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but I didn’t want Sammy to know that I saw. I didn’t want to know what would happen if he knew I saw.
I closed the door and returned to the party downstairs, found an empty room, and started to cry. Then, my dream ended as Liam brushed my hair off of my forehead.
“Babe,” he said gently.
I opened my eyes. He was smiling.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Huh? Yeah,” I said, on the verge of falling back asleep.
“You’re crying.” He wiped my cheek with the edge of his finger.
“I am?” I reached up and felt my face. I was.
“I’m sorry about before. I know I’ve been an ass lately.” He smiled.
“Things will get better,” I said. I closed my eyes, drifting back to sleep. Before I fell asleep completely, Liam kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t one of those half-assed pecks like before. It was a real, deep kiss. I could taste a tinge of whiskey on his lips. I snuggled in towards his warm body and his arms wrapped around me.
“I know,” he said. We kissed again.
Lips still locked with Liam’s, I found myself drifting back into my dream. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when the door opened. I pushed back my tears. It was Hunter and he was looking for Sammy.
I lied and told him I didn’t know where Sammy was. I tried to force a smile, but I could tell he knew I’d been crying. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me, told me everything would be okay. I knew he was wrong, but it was nice to hear. In that moment, more than anything, I needed someone to lie to me, and tell me everything was sparkles and rainbows. It was nice to have someone there for me, even if it was Hunter, the guy competing for Womanizing World Champion, 2008.
One thing led to another…
Liam’s took my panties and slid them down past my knees. At some point, he’d rolled over me. At some point, one of his hands had found its way up my shirt, onto my breast. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my leg; at some point it must have sprung free.
I reached up and ran my fingers along the stubble on his cheeks. My body was weak, still somewhere between asleep and awake. Liam pinned my arms to my sides.
Hunter did the same thing back at that going-away party, pinning both of my arms down at either end of the bed as he sunk down and locked his lips against my neck. The tip of his cock pressed up against my pussy, nestling itself in between my moist lips. I could feel it throbbing, rubbing and massaging my clit as he prepared for entry. My God, he was so
I thought for sure he would be with Hunter, who was in the backyard, upside down, mid-way through a keg-stand. Sammy wasn’t with him, so I kept on looking.
Finally, I found Sammy upstairs. He was in one of the bedrooms, with another girl. When I walked in, they were well underway. He had her ankles in his hands and her legs spread wide while he drilled her. Sammy didn’t see me, probably too drunk and too preoccupied with the girl he was screwing.
My heart broke, though I’d suspected for a long time that Sammy had been screwing other girls behind my back. He would always come home late, smelling like liquor and cheap perfume. His excuse was always the same: “we had a few drinks at the rippers after work.” But when I spoke with the other wives, the wives of his coworkers, they all said their husbands were home right after work. When I told my mom about it, she told me to let him go, that a cheater is always a cheater. People don’t change. I ignored her advice, and tried to be happy pretending to be ignorant to Sammy’s cheating.
But seeing it with my own eyes hurt. Then, I saw the girl’s face… My God, she couldn’t have been older than sixteen, and she appeared to be passed out. I felt sick. My knees became weak and I nearly fell to the floor. I wanted to scream, to tell him to stop, but I didn’t want Sammy to know that I saw. I didn’t want to know what would happen if he knew I saw.
I closed the door and returned to the party downstairs, found an empty room, and started to cry. Then, my dream ended as Liam brushed my hair off of my forehead.
“Babe,” he said gently.
I opened my eyes. He was smiling.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Huh? Yeah,” I said, on the verge of falling back asleep.
“You’re crying.” He wiped my cheek with the edge of his finger.
“I am?” I reached up and felt my face. I was.
“I’m sorry about before. I know I’ve been an ass lately.” He smiled.
“Things will get better,” I said. I closed my eyes, drifting back to sleep. Before I fell asleep completely, Liam kissed me on the lips. It wasn’t one of those half-assed pecks like before. It was a real, deep kiss. I could taste a tinge of whiskey on his lips. I snuggled in towards his warm body and his arms wrapped around me.
“I know,” he said. We kissed again.
Lips still locked with Liam’s, I found myself drifting back into my dream. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when the door opened. I pushed back my tears. It was Hunter and he was looking for Sammy.
I lied and told him I didn’t know where Sammy was. I tried to force a smile, but I could tell he knew I’d been crying. He sat down next to me and put his arm around me, told me everything would be okay. I knew he was wrong, but it was nice to hear. In that moment, more than anything, I needed someone to lie to me, and tell me everything was sparkles and rainbows. It was nice to have someone there for me, even if it was Hunter, the guy competing for Womanizing World Champion, 2008.
One thing led to another…
Liam’s took my panties and slid them down past my knees. At some point, he’d rolled over me. At some point, one of his hands had found its way up my shirt, onto my breast. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against my leg; at some point it must have sprung free.
I reached up and ran my fingers along the stubble on his cheeks. My body was weak, still somewhere between asleep and awake. Liam pinned my arms to my sides.
Hunter did the same thing back at that going-away party, pinning both of my arms down at either end of the bed as he sunk down and locked his lips against my neck. The tip of his cock pressed up against my pussy, nestling itself in between my moist lips. I could feel it throbbing, rubbing and massaging my clit as he prepared for entry. My God, he was so
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