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Subject: {ASSM} LuckFades... (M/F Cheat)
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Written By: JDGrisham@myrealbox.com All Rights Reserved
Copyright 2000
Luck Fades
I guess I had never been the lucky type. My luck with women was next to
null. I can't complain about my sex life though. I always met great
looking women which sometimes lead to overnight passion or even weeklong
passion filled days in bed.
I met Judy at church. I remember us being introduced and I can clearly
remember her shy demeanor. She was little, meaning she was about 5'1 and
115 pounds. It was her body that first attracted me, and the exact reasons
of why I left the church with her. We never went back to church, no... we
spent our Sundays talking nasty to one another and fucking like wild
rabbits. Her favorite position was against the couch facing the window...
which was open. I can only imagine how many people saw us.
When I first had sex with her, she had confessed to never having an
orgasm. I had to take a lot of time and care into getting her just to the
brink, but we never got over the edge. Until, that one day. When she came
her mouth dropped and she cried out, I was afraid the neighbors were going
to think I was killing her. However, by then I'm sure they had adjusted to
the noises coming from our apartment.
After her first real cum, she wouldn't leave me alone! It got to the
point to where she was horny breakfast, noon, and night. Her main way of
telling me she wanted to screw was either standing in front of the
television with her fingers in her crotch... sitting on the coffee table,
or... her favorite, taking one of my hands and rubbing it against her wet
crotch. So, she got done a lot on that coffee table...
It's funny, but sometimes during football season, I would pass by the
bedroom on my way to the toilet and I could hear her moaning in there.
Rolling my eyes, and taking a long needed piss while hearing her talk nasty
to herself and the obvious buzzing of the three vibrators she had. Church
girl my ass is all I have to say.
So watching the game, I guess it was a Monday night. I could hear her
usual moaning, so feeling horny I went in there at half-time only to peak
in and see her with her ass in the air... but the PHONE in her left hand.
Phone sex operators? No, it was someone personal and it seemed like she
had done that sort of thing before. I got the clue when she asked him if
he could picture himself coming all over her bare ass. It pissed me off
that she was being like that... I mean, she's MY girlfriend. I went back
to the game.
Tuesday came, and I had to leave. My job requires light travel. I was
uneasy about leaving because I didn't know how many guys she would try to
invite over while I was gone. Regardless, my boss insisted I had to get
down to Mexico to settle the dispute the CEO was having over his facilities
manager. I guess you could say that I was a little untrusting to her. I
didn't think that she had done anything with anyone yet, but... I figured
it might get close. This is where I began to think of how I could get rid
of her if she decided to stray. I mean, shit, God only knows how many
diseases she might pick up from these strange men.
Coming back from Mexico was nice. I hate the bastards down there...
but they do a great job mowing the cities' yards and picking up garbage
here in the states so, I guess it's ok that a few of them stay.
Getting home, I found the house pretty much the way I left it. I was
early though. I purposely planned to be ahead of schedule. Maybe I wanted
to catch her in the act of it, right? She wasn't home. But her car was
there? Hmmmm.
Heading into the bedroom, I dropped my suitcase on the bed and sat
down... dropping my watch on the nightstand. Turning on the light I
reached down to untie my shoes. That is when I saw it. A condom!!! On
the floor, kind of hidden by the sheets. It was real, and... full. That
pissed me off.
To a certain extent, ok, I admit it turned me on. However, there was
the rational side of me that was so pissed. I laid back on the bed and I
could smell sex, she hadn't even changed the sheets. I masturbated right
there and when I came, I was even more pissed.
So I decided not to say anything. I cleaned myself up and went to my
usual spot, the tv. She came home, shocked to see me home early and went
straight to the bedroom. Her talking on the phone pissed me off the more I
heard her talking. It wasn't even a sexual conversation, but I didn't know
to what extent things were.
I heard her in the bedroom getting onto America Online. It's no doubt
that is where she's meeting all these men. It's amazing to me that all
these people are addicted to the sex life of an online service. Flipping
channels I listened to her typing. I flipped off the tv, and laid down on
the couch only to hear her masturbating and typing at the same time. I
placed a pillow on top of my head and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning she was gone with a note. "Went to the store, bbl. J"
She even signed it with a computer smiley. What was next? I briefly
thought about sending my girlfriend an IM, just so that we could have a
decent conversation. I noticed next to the nightstand, the condom was
gone. I would have loved to have seen her face when she saw it next to my
shoes. Perhaps she is afraid that I know something, but... I never said
anything so, maybe she thinks I missed it.
Michael is my best friend and happens to live upstairs. I've heard him
a couple nights banging some of those chicks he brings home. When we get
into a game, we get INTO a game. We were watching football when he decided
to get up and take a piss. I didn't realize it at the time, but... he was
gone a long time.
I looked around and realized he wasn't there. I knew my girlfriend was
on the computer. I walked down the hall and found the bathroom light on
and the door shut. I let out a breath of relief. I decided to check up on
Judy, so, I went down a little further and peaked into the bedroom. I
can't believe it still to this day. Judy was on her hands and knees with
nothing on and Michael was behind her fucking her up the ass with his pants
around his ankles reaching around to rub her clit and massage her breasts.
They had the windows all the way up and open. I could tell he was about
to cum and she wasn't far from it.
At this point, I left. I grabbed my keys and went out.
I stayed at a motel for a while and eventually went back to get my
things. My stuff was out on the patio when I returned. There is no
telling how long it had been sitting there. I just packed my things up
into my Bronco and left my keys under the doormat. Perhaps her and her new
lover Michael, Bob, Chris, John, and no telling who else can figure out the
details to the apartment lease.
Church girl my ass.
Written By: JDGrisham@myrealbox.com All Right Reserved Comments
encouraged and appreciated
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