The Shoe Whore - Sex Stories

The Shoe Whore

... had found out. We left the store after that, still in possession of the $200.00 shoes. The drive home was a quiet one. I didn't say anything trying to think of where we would make up the money for the shoes, and she didn't want to say anything that might provoke a fight. When we got home, she took the shoes and put them in the closet on the top shelf, still in the box. At this point she didn't want to look at them either. "Are you still mad at me, Dave?" she asked me the next morning while we were eating breakfast. She had noticed that I wasn't in bed that morning when she woke up. "No, I'm not mad at you Jenn. Yes, you screwed up, but I'm not mad at you. I am just racking my brain trying to figure out how we are going to make the bills this month. That's what I've been doing most of the night," I told her. "Well what did you come up with?" she asked. "Nothing. No matter how I twist it or how I juggle the numbers, we are going to be short this month. There is simply no way to cover all the bills. And that means there will be late fees and interest charges next month. So it's going to take two or three months to make all this come out right. And that's if nothing else goes wrong until then," I said. "Dave, I am so sorry. Please I will do anything, anything at all to make this up to you. I'll get a job, I'll sell some things, I'll do whatever it takes to fix this. Just name it and I'll do it, please," she said. "Well, I will figure something out. I don't know what just yet, ...

... but I will figure something out," I told her. She left the subject alone, I knew she was sorry and I knew that this was really bothering her. She didn't like me working as hard as I did, much less adding to my stress now by having to worry about extra bills. After breakfast was finished, Jenn cleared the table and then got to work around the house. I went into the study once again and started making phone calls and working on this mess we were in. About an hour later, and more frustrated than ever, I left the study and the bills. I went into the living room and turned on the TV, hoping for a diversion to get my mind off our situation for awhile. Jenn came in after a bit with a cold beer and a glass. "I brought you a beer honey," she said, standing quietly in front and to one side of me so she wouldn't block the TV. "Thanks," I said, taking the drink from her after she opened it and poured it into the glass. "How's your back? Are you feeling better?" she asked, referring to my injury and the reason I was out of work at the time. "It's getting better. Slowly, but it's improving," I answered. "Dave, sweetheart, I really am very sorry I messed up. I wasn't thinking, I just saw those shoes and..." she said, getting down on her knees between my legs. She put her hands on my thighs as she looked up into my eyes. In her eyes I saw something I never want to see again. She was heartbroken. Sure they were just a pair of shoes. And yes she probably should have thought it out a bit more ...