Just Once - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Just Once - Part 2

... to talk to him about what I had done, cheating on him with another man. Not just once but all night. God, Al had heard most of it live, every moan, gasp, and screaming orgasm. All the while, he was just down the hall in our kitchen. That had to be horrible for him.

Oh God, what is wrong with me? I went to my bedroom and packed a bag with enough clothes for a few days. I called my mom and told her I needed help, and she told me to come to her. I told her I needed to see Dr Wilson and asked if she could call her for me.

I stripped the bed of the stained sheets. I balled up and tied them and the towels Mathew used. I pushed them out the window so Al would never see those sheets or towels again. I remade the bed and put out clean towels. I cleaned up any other evidence and made the room pristine. This was Alfonso's bedroom and mine again if we worked through this.

I sat and wrote a note to Al explaining what I was about to do. It was so hard, but I saw it as the only way.

I gathered my things and settled myself. I walked back into the kitchen. I heard Al in the laundry room. I placed the note on the counter, and I waited for Al to come back in.

He returned to the room, saw my overnight bag, and walked past me to the other side of the island. I looked at Al and pushed my note across to him. I waited only a few seconds, then stood, picked up my bag, and walked toward the door.

He stopped me by asking me two questions that I could not answer. I did explain more ...

... about my leaving and why it was necessary. Then I walked back and kissed him on the cheek.

I walked out and drove off to my mom's.

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Boy, what a terrible ending to a week. I can't imagine a worse ending.

Yesterday, I was looking forward to a fun and exciting weekend with Elaine, where we talked about making babies and then we would practice making a few. Then, practice a little more. But that was all kaput now!

I had been away on my twice-a-month installation trip, and the following weekends are always fun and full of incredible sex and happiness, but not this weekend.

I was now sitting here thinking about the future of our marriage. My life and our lives are up in the air all because of a fucking predator plumber, Mathew Jacob.

It was time for me to get to know about the shithead that had fucked up my life. I pulled out the list of four names I recognized. One was a friend of Elaines, Constance, so I called her house first.

"Hello, Constance?"

"Yes," she answered.

"Great, this is Al Friese, Elaine's husband."

"Oh, hi, how are you and Eliane?"

"I am doing fine. I hope you are."

"Yes, thank you."

"Good. Constance, I am calling because we had a plumber over yesterday, Mathew Jacob, Jacob Plumbing. You recommended him to Elaine, is that right."

"Yes, Al, I did recommend him. Did he do a decent job? Constance asked.

"Yes, he was here and did an OK job. I was calling to see if there were any problems with him when he ...