Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... the knob of the front door to her home. The tone in her husband's voice was... off. She looked at him over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes while he just stared back at her from his favorite recliner. "Is what who? Chad, I don't really have time for this. I gotta get to the school. Jillian keeps getting in trouble, and I need to talk to--"

"Is. It. Him?"

"Chad..."

"Eighteen years, Tami. Eighteen fucking years, and you still--"

"Yes." Tami turned face her husband fully. "Yes. Eighteenfucking years, and I still." She raised her chin. "I didn't even hesitate." She suddenly snapped her fingers. "Didn't wasteone second."

Chad was trembling, and he shook his head in denial. Abruptly, he flung out his arm and swept it across in front of him. "Is this a joke? We built a life together, and you're going to throw it all away for some fucking on the sly?"

"I'm not--"

"Not what? Holy shit, did you actually think I'd put up with this? Did you think you could have some fun, let it run its course, then plead temporary insanity so I'd forgive and forget?"

Tami shook her own head then, and her perfectly-coifed golden hair danced around her head. She could see that her appearance--from the glamourous 'do, to the skin-tight blouse, and right on down to the thigh-high nylons under the side-slit pencil skirt--was like fuel to her husband's inferno. It was all coming in a rush that she hadn't been ready for, so all she could do was say, "Wow."

"Wow." Chad grunted. "A ...

... stupid word from a stupid slut."

It took a good few seconds for Tami to compose herself then. "I'm going. Right to him." She steadied her breathing. "I will always go to him. I don't care what you say. I don't care what you fucking do. Not now. Not ever."

Tami left her husband right there, sitting in that chair with the outraged bile choking his throat and stealing away any word he may have produced. Once she was past the door, she slammed it closed... then practically collapsed back against it, her legs suddenly weak.

"Holy hell, what am I doing? How can I make this work?" Her gaze rolled across the evening sky like the answer was up there somewhere. She turned her head to take in the illumination coming from behind the gauzy drapes at one of the windows like she was trying to see what she'd left behind back there. She took a long, shuddering breath. "How will I make it right?"

The sky didn't have answers. The window didn't have answers. Nothing did.

She did hear a crash and a bellow of rage issue from within her home, but it didn't stop her from getting in her car and peeling out hard enough to leave tire marks on her driveway.

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From her hidden spot around the corner to the dining room, Jillian watched her father confront her mother. The exchange was quick, which was probably good, seeing as how her fingers ached after only a few seconds of her death grip on the back of a chair. So, yeah... quick, but the furthest thing from painless. For ...