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> -=[ Taken For Granted Part One ]=-
>
> Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her parent's at
> their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon, wanted to
> move
> out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though he had the best
> intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband conforming to her
> father's conservative way of life, which she felt Simon would if they
> remained living there. As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the
> mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting any worse. Her prayers
> were
> answered one day when Simon received an unexpected job offer from one of
> his
> old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her charms and
> every
> trick she knew to coax Simon into accepting the offer, which was no small
> accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for a large pay
> increase
> and a better position within his corporation for Simon. In the end though,
> Melisa won out, and they moved away to Simon's home town in northern
> Wisconsin. Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school
> friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge
> hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's
> buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa,
> the
> only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together. After
> a
> couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, Melisa began
> feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet another toast
> made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey. Melisa,
> feeling
> no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her husband some
> not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was. With a drink in her
> hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead
> un-characteristically
> walked up to him and asked Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his
> buns and winking at him. Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."
>
> Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa
> walked
> over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was
> incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full
> moon
> hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the
> moonbeams
> sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the surrounding forest
> and
> patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the railing, Melisa noticed
> the
> shadow of someone off to the side, but she was too horny to concern
> herself
> with one of her husband's drunk friends. Slowly turning around, she tilted
> her head back, and parted her lips for a kiss. His hands immediately went
> to
> her breasts as he bent down to kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at
> the top of her expensive dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his
> hands inside. He finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it
> down. His touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside
> the
> lace cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she
> was
> happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In
> his
> lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and softness of
> her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air. Melisa didn't
> care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long hours for this,
> and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her excitement. He
> pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to crush and
> smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into his open
> mouth.
> He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass.
> Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3" heels on, their
> embrace didn't last long. Already Melisa's neck was getting sore from
> leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their kiss, she pressed
> her
> hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit. Simon's heart almost
> stopped beating when his wife reached out to open his jeans. With lust in
> her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and pushed them and his
> underwear
> down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees in front of him, Simon held his
> breath as Melisa teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up his thighs.
> He gritted his teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of
> his dick with them. Simon though his head would explode when his wife's
> mouth began to suck and swallow his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva
> was making his dick glisten like the lake below them. In the two years
> they
> had known each other, Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was
> too
> stunned by the sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his
> thick
> rod to say anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles
> with
> her right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her
> other
> one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to
> steadily
> increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached for the
> back
> of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and raised herself
> up. "I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right
> now!"
> his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread her
> feet
> apart. Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the
> places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few
> sportsmen
> who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the party anyway.
> In
> the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs encased in tan nylons
> and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most erotic vision Simon had
> ever seen. When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy hairs came into view, Simon
> was
> shocked. He didn't know she had left the house without wearing any
> panties.
> With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa hoped
> she
> looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was, and that's
> what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since Simon had
> fucked her last, and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't get fucked
> now.
> With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the
> mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back with
> a
> passion Simon didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded his
> mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks of
> her
> small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful thrust,
> his
> entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. Melisa suddenly
> broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his cock had enlarged and
> filled her pussy so completely, his wife held herself steady for a moment.
> Every nerve in her body tingling with excitement, and a barrage of
> fireworks
> was going off behind her tightly closed eyelids. After the initial wave of
> pleasure passed, Melisa looked into his eyes and in a throaty whisper
> said,
> "It's been so long!" His wife then crushed her mouth over his in another
> wet
> and passionate kiss. Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from
> the east coast could ever act this way. "Come on, baby, really give it to
> me. Fuck my brains out! Faster! Faster!" Melisa hissed as she began to
> wildly bounced up and down, impaling herself upon his cock with every once
> of energy she had. Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to
> stand on his own two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him
> like some sex- starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on
> the
> wooden bench by the railing. Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck
> me faster! Please, baby, faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck
> me!"
> Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned over
> the
>
>
>
>
>
> patio and heaved his guts out. After Melisa straightened out her clothes,
> she kissed him one more time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon
> threw
> up again when the man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.
>
> "Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say. The
> throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa leaned
> forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her hand
> ducked
> under the covers. "How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching
> when Melisa's cold fingertips touched his crotch. "Hey, I did everything I
> could last night to get you to... you know... make love to me. I'm still
> horny, Simon." The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as
> blurred images of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came
> back to him. Melisa's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another
> man's huge hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously
> leaped
> up and down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an
> eager kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream?
> Did he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His
> wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover. "Do you want
> something for your headache, or how about some breakfast?" Melisa asked as
> she slipped out of bed and threw her robe on. "Maybe after you're feeling
> better, we could... mess around." "Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled
> under his breath as she walked out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd
> call it!" Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing
> the worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out
> drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His stomach
> did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for their
> bathroom. On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain
> god. His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching
> prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound
> that
> much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions it was
> going through trying to present anything in praise to the short, white
> deity
> he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give. Like a rejected
> beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to be for mercy. The
> icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when his silent petition
> was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on the back of his neck.
> "Oh, honey, are you okay?" Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he
> heard, and looked up through the hallow-like hole above his head. "My, oh,
> my! Don't we look green." Melisa said and then started laughing. "It's not
> funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity. "From where I'm
> standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as she grabbed her husband's
> arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed. You'll need to sleep
> this
> one off." After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange
> juice, Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.
>
> "JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke him
> up.
> "Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to see
> who
> was there. "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob,
> yelled out. "It should be ready in a few minutes." "Come on, those muskies
> are practically dying to jump in the boat, LETS GO!" All Bob got was
> another
> tortured grunt. "Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does
> his little head hurt?" Bob teased. "ASSHOLE!" "PUSSY!" "Double asshole!"
> "Weekend Weed Whacker!" Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He
> remembered it was a derogatory nickname the locals called all the city
> people. "What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon
> remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning. "Damn, what did
> those people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said, then quickly yanked
> the
> covers off of Simon. "Hey, Melisa, Simon's got one of them retractable
> fishing rods and the line's all tangled up! You better get in here and
> help
> this poor boy, cause I sure as hell ain't!" "OKAY, I'm up already! Now get
> the hell out of here while I get dressed!" "Never mind. False alarm." Bob
> shouted. In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"
>
> "I need to ask you something, Bob." "No, we're not going in! I don't care
> how many times you throw up, or how green you get. I'm always out here
> until
> I get my quota, so don't ask again." "It has nothing to do with that."
> Simon
> said. "What is it then?" When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his
> head
> around. Simon seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob
> followed his line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing
> nothing out of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me
> what's on your mind?" Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon
> said,
> "Never mind."
>
> Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she
> almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning room.
> Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!" A man
> wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was
> standing
> on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up here! Melisa
> suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short robe. She jumped
> when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up enough to stick her
> head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can I do for you?" "Hi
> there! My name's Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your phone? My
> truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's just down the
> road a bit." he said with a smile. "Don't you have a spare?" Melisa asked,
> afraid to let a stranger in the house, especially the way she was dressed.
> "Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig, but
> if
> I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit. Look, I just need to
> let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and wait for them
> to
> send somebody to fix it." "Where are my manners? I'm sorry. Come in, the
> phone is in the living room." Melisa said as she opened the door all the
> way. Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing
> the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had a
> fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if everything
> else
> Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa turned around to
> face
> him and point at the phone on a table by the wall, Jack had to swallow his
> heart. The red haired beauty before him had the biggest pair of tits he'd
> ever seen on a woman her size. While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew
> she
> should have gotten dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes
> were
> on her. It was like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the
> line. Her cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze
> fix upon her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his
> stare only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she
> noticed
> the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly
> across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely
> embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her, Melisa
> ran into the kitchen. "I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right."
> Jack said when the woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How
> long
> have I got?" "Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be
> here when everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said. "Thanks! See you
> at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone. Now all he had to do was
> figure out a way of getting the redhead to let him stay in the house while
> a
> fictitious emergency truck repaired his fictitious flat tire. "Say, lady!"
> he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?" "It's the first door on the
> left,
> down the hallway." When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa
> raced from the kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up
> the bed, threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took
> her
> robe off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she
> searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of her
> eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise. Less than
> two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the adjoining
> bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for sneaking up on
> her, but then he didn't have to. The way he was looking at Melisa said it
> all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were appreciative, even
> complimentary. Now, there was something else in his eyes, and Melisa
> started
> to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless set of tits the young
> redhead
> had. And her nipples! My God, they were the most perfectly shaped little
> nubs he had ever laid eyes on! The two of them just stood there, both with
> their mouth open and both wanting something different. Neither knew what
> the
> other's next move was going to be, so they both were afraid to move.
> Wearing
> only a flimsy pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the
> other hand, Jack couldn't remember the last time he was this sexually
> aroused. It was certain they couldn't just let the tension keep building
> up
> between them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to
> make the first move? Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just
> got
> carried away. That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her
> pussy beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young
> wife
> looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her
> heart
> skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man's cock was
> sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as it
> grew
> larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the sight, and
> Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting. Tentatively, Jack
> raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden movement, but stood
> her
>
> ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh the redhead made after his
> hand covered and gently squeezed her left breast told Jack all he needed
> to
> know. He reached out with his other hand and began slowly squeezing both
> her
> tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and another sigh escaped from her still open
> and
> suddenly dry mouth. Jack released her breasts, and his hands slid to her
> rib
> cage. Melisa clamped her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her
> head. Her mouth opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands
> surrounded
> her slim waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves
> inside
> the only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter,
> Jack
> ripped her panties on both sides. Melisa's only response was to look up,
> not
> in surprise, but in anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change
> in her and reached down. Melisa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the
> torn
> and useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment,
> they
> both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the bed.
> She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a man she didn't
> even
> know!
>
> "That makes twelve, six each, right?" "Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon,
> you
> really look like shit! How about we get you a little hair of the dog that
> bit you?" "I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his
> fishing
> gear away. "By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over
> tonight for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said. "I
> meant
> to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their wife or
> girlfriend
> last night?" "I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are
> planning a big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to
> be prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm
> pretty sure she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight." "Look,
> Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me how you
> felt
> about her." "Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being
> in your shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're
> just
> jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any girl
> you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who's not only the
> sexiest
> creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot! You guys are the
> envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The same goes for the
> rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am what I am. Just do
> me
> a favor, will you?" "What's that?" Simon asked his friend. "Don't let it
> go
> to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success hasn't changed you.
> Try
> to keep that way."
>
> Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air had
> done him some good. At least he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only a
> short
> nap would get rid of his headache. As he walked up the hill to the lake
> front cottage they recently bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about
> last night. He then decided it was best to get rid of his headache first.
> Besides, he still wasn't sure if he had really seen Melisa with another
> man,
> or if he had dreamed it all. Thankful that his wife wasn't around when he
> opened the door, he tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off
> to
> bed. Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his
> bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This was real! His wife
> WAS with another man! Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands
> were clutching at his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and
> down his cock. Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and
> move as a stranger's dick poked around inside his wife's sucking mouth.
> Simon could see Melisa's tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge
> cock protruding from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though.
> His head was trapped between Melisa's thighs, hiding him from view, as she
> lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face.
> The
> wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others genitals
> made
> Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning and moaning made
> his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon wanted to die on
> the
> spot! Melisa shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and
> tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her
> dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever
> increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her
> head
> bobbed up and down. Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion and her
> hands continued to fly rapidly over the man's shaft until he finally
> ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its way into
> her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of thick
> gooey
> cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she was still
> wantonly sucking. Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had rushed
> outside, racing aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With
> tear stained eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.
> "Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give you a
> ride." a cheerful woman's voice said. Like a zombie, Simon walked around
> to
> the other side of the car and got in.
>
> Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body, Melisa
> shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a second time,
> but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed, something she
> hadn't felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon, and knew that
> what
> she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help herself. Two years ago,
> before
> she ever met her husband, Melisa's sex life was phenomenal. She was one of
> the most sought after girls on campus, and with good reason. Melisa
> thought
> college was nothing but a four year orgy and very seldom turned down a
> chance to have sex. She had no qualms about letting any of her dates get
> into her panties. The guy had to be a real geek if he couldn't get between
> her legs, and even then, Melisa would at least give him head. As far as
> she
> was concerned, the only thing in life that could come close to having a
> stiff cock was shopping. Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but
> it didn't matter because no one would dare say it to her face. Her
> family's
> status in the community prevented that. It was also the reason for her
> wild
> behavior. The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't
> apply when she wasn't there. Her father's dated codes of what a lady
> should
> act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school, she
> became even more rebellious toward him. All of this seemed to change when
> she started seeing Simon. It was as though her popularity had dropped to
> zero. All the guys stopped asking her out, and wouldn't even flirt with
> her
> anymore. At 6' 5" and the middle linebacker for the football team all four
> years he was there, Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to
> mess
> with, but Melisa didn't take this into account. She thought men didn't
> find
> her attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in
> love with Simon, and didn't want her past indiscretions to ruin their
> relationship. But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began
> to
> feel unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest
> clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her. Before
> they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because he hadn't
> fucked her in over a month. She couldn't understand why Simon didn't want
> to
> fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn't go that long without sex,
> and
> didn't know how her husband could. Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last
> night and the one this morning, it helped take the edge off her sexual
> appetite. But she really didn't want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to
> fuck
> her. "Well, if my own husband won't screw me, at least I know other men
> still want to." she said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As
> degrading a thought as this was, Melisa decided it wasn't her fault. She
> also made up her mind that she'd fuck someone else again if Simon didn't
> start paying more attention to her.
>
> It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well on
> his
> way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the neatly
> lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single swallow.
> Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm about
> something
> or other. He didn't know what she was saying, or did he really care. She
> had
> been yakking away ever since she picked him up on the side of the road. He
> looked at her through the empty thick shot glass. All he could see were
> two
> distorted red lines, opening and closing. "You still suck cock?" he
> blurted
> out. Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as
> Simon
> continued his one sided conversation. "I didn't think my wife did, but she
> does. She's a pretty good at it too, opens her mouth up real wide and
> plays
> with your balls. You play with the balls when you suck a guy's cock?" When
> the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't being so quiet
> anymore,
> Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you home now, Sy. I
> think
> you've had enough." "Is she with him?" he mumbled. "What?" "Is she still
> with him?" "Simon, you're not making any sense. What are you talking
> about?"
> Janice asked, not really understanding him. Leaning over the table the way
> Janice was, Simon got to within inches of her face and said, "My wife and
> some other guy are playing hide the salami in our own fucking house!" "I
> don't believe it! You're just imagining things. Why, from what I've heard,
> your wife sounds like a real nice girl." "I saw it with my own eyes!
> Melisa
> was sucking this guy's cock and rubbing her pussy all over his face, right
> there in the middle of our own fucking bed!" "Listen, Simon, why would any
> girl in her right mind want to run around on you? Besides, name one guy in
> this neck of the woods who would even dare think of doing something like
> that with your wife. Hell, you only moved back a couple of weeks ago.
> Nobody's even met her yet!" Janice truly believed what she was telling her
> former boyfriend, because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were
> the hottest item in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and
> living happily ever after, but then things changed. When he received a
> full
> scholarship to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but
> also sad because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage
> were put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life
> ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to,
> but
> never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself for
> letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since then,
> she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that Melisa
> was
> cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second chance she'd
> been hoping and praying for. Simon, for the first time since she picked
> him
> up, really looked at Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use
> to be, and her face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She
> still has that look, Simon thought. Janice's deep brown eyes were what
> attracted him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past,
> which was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the
> same time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old
> feelings for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold
> Janice's hand, but she jerked it back quickly. "Let me get you home." she
> said as she gathered up her things. "I told you, I don't want to go home."
> "Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy. I've got shopping to do and a house
> to
> clean. I really have to go." Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned
> back in his chair and said, "I'll be fine, why don't you take off."
> Driving
> away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began thinking. If his wife
> was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She had heard the
> rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured that all she had
> to
> do was wait around and catch him in the act, then file for a divorce.
> Janice
> suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when she realized exactly what she
> was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she yelled, "Why did you have to
> come
> back?" and then she started crying.
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