I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1 - Sex Stories

I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1

This is a work of fiction—I made it up. None of the characters are real. Any relationship to real people is unintentional and coincidental. ©2015 by Senorlongo. This is a story unlike anything I’ve ever written. It describes a family’s struggle to deal with a major health issue and a wife’s total love for her husband. If only women like Lizzie really existed. “Cum, baby…fuck me…flood my pussy.” “UNNNNGGGGHHHH! UNNNNGGGHHH! UNNNNNGGGGHHHH! AHHHHHHHH!” My head fell to lie on her supple breast as her fingers ran through my hair and my orgasm ebbed, leaving me in post-coital heaven. “You okay?” I lifted my head so I could look into those clear brown eyes. Smiling, I replied, “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” “Normally, it would be, but this is an unusual occasion. You’ve had an emotionally difficult and challenging day…and you haven’t answered my question.” “Yeah, I’m definitely okay…better than I’ve been in more than eighteen months…better than I’ve been since this whole nightmare began.” “I’m glad and I assume you’ll want to do it again.” “Oh yeah…and, hopefully I’ll be able to last long enough to do something worthwhile for you, too.” “I’m not worried. I know it’s been a long time since you had real sex. I’m surprised you lasted as long as you did.” “I’ll get off you now. I don’t want to hurt you with my weight.” “You’ll do nothing of the sort,” Toni told me. “I like you right where you are. Maybe next time I’ll ride you. When I do I’ll expect to lie on you before, during, ...

... and after.” I looked down into those eyes and smiled as I was taken back to our first meeting. ONE MONTH AGO “Geez! You look like you just lost your best friend.” Looking up from my Glenlivet 18 Year-old single malt, neat—a double--I noticed for the first time the woman who had seated herself next to me when the bar was almost totally empty. “That’s exactly what happened, except it’s even worse.” “Why don’t you tell me about it? I’ve found that talking about a problem sometimes helps.” “It’s really kind of personal. I don’t think you’d find it at all interesting, but thanks for the offer.” I turned back to my drink, but she didn’t leave. “I’ll have a Chardonnay and another for my friend,” she told the bartender. “Can you bring them to that table?” Next thing she had my arm and was turning me toward the rear of the bar. She led me to the booth and pushed me onto the bench before taking the one on the opposite side. She introduced herself once the drinks were served. “I’m Antonia…Toni.” “I’m Chuck…er, Charles…er, whatever.” “I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but you’re obviously not having much of a good time tonight. I also see you’re married. I try to stay away from married men.” “That’s who I’m mourning—my wife.” “Oh…I am sorry.” “No…I’m sorry. I’m not being very clear. I’m just so upset. She’s not dead. It’s worse than that.” “Why don’t you tell me about it? Start at the beginning. Go ahead; I have all night.” I finished my drink and set the glass aside before picking up ...