For
Granted
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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