The Skeleton from the Cupboard: 01. Sarah and Frank - Sex Stories

The Skeleton from the Cupboard: 01. Sarah and Frank

... two days so he would package his most personal things on Friday and he would leave for me on Saturday morning. We remained in contact by phone, I was told everything. I am sincere, I understood Susan’s pain, but I was in love with Frank and he decided to go along on this path, of divorcing Susan. I was lucky for he chose to live with me at my house. I waited for his mobile call, he would call when ready to come to me. I was happy that I would no longer be lonely. From the window I saw him arrive, he could not even push the buzzer before I opened the door in time for him to enter… Chapter 6. The confrontation with the past Frank: I went home, arriving earlier than Susan. It was good, because Jenny was at her boyfriend's. They were above eighteen years old, so it was not my business. I was sitting in the living room, when Susan arrived. I was calm, because I decided my future four months earlier. The divorce documents were with me, so I wanted only a last honest confrontation, but no more. When she entered the living room, she knew something was wrong. She looked at me and asked, “Frank what’s the matter? Why are you sitting in such a sad state here?” I began straight, “Susan sometimes the past comes back and bites us in our ass.” Susan stood astonished in the living room. I carried on, “I‘m divorcing you, but I think you have the right to know the reason” Susan looked at me and said. “I don’t understand you, what you are saying?” I said, “I want a divorce and I want to tell ...

... why.” Susan exclaimed questioning, “Have you got somebody? Have you got a younger slut?” I answered slightly angry at the referral to Sarah as slut, “Yes I have somebody, but she is NOT A SLUT! Nor is she young and I wouldn’t have had her at all, if the skeleton hadn’t come out from the closet.” She became a little hysterical, “What skeleton you speak about? I haven’t any secret! I’m innocent of your accusation!” I riposted, “Do you remember James Miller or Jimmy Miller?” I saw Susan taken aback for a wink, but she regained the power of denial, “He was my ex-boss and we hadn’t any affair. I didn’t have an love affair with him or any others.” I knew it was the time for the coup the grace, so I presented the evidence, “You aren’t innocent, because I’ve DNA evidence between Jenny and him! Stop lying!” She was interrupted becoming silent and began sobbing. She surrendered with tears. “My daughter, Jenny’s sperm donor was James Miller! This is a fact. So it’s stupidity to deny this. The only thing left to say for you is this was a single thing or sexual harassment, but I'll spare you from the newer lies. I read James Miller’s letter about your yearlong affair.” She sat down and wept, so I continued. “I was faithful to you and my wedding oath. If I had been a cheating bastard, reconciliation would have a chance. Yes you cheated and IF I HAD cheated we could have mutually forgiven each other, but I’m leaving you.” Susan began with wiping her eyes. “I can see, you decided to end our ...