Just Once - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Just Once - Part 2

... OK. How did your meeting with the therapist go? I hope it helped."

I waited and waited for a response. An hour went by, and nothing. I decided I had messaged Elaine too soon.

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Later, I received a call from Edie, Elaine's mom.

"Hi, Mom," I opened.

"Hey Al, how are you?"

"It's tough, Mom. I never thought I would have this kind of problem."

"I was shocked when Elaine told me the whole story. I couldn't believe my little girl could be so stupid." Edie said.

"Yes, Edie, but this man is a serial predator who has finally met his match. I am going to ruin his business and his life. I have already put a huge damper on his sex life, and if I have been successful, his junk will be just that, 'Junk!'

Elaine may not have been able to resist him in any situation. I have spoken with several other women that he has seduced, and several of them are divorced because of him. It is more about him than about them. I don't want Eliane to be too hard on herself. I hope your therapist can show her that. Elaine is not lily white in this mess, but it was all about Mathew from the start. Then once Elaine was swept into his sexual web, and he was fucking her with his big cock she could not stop him; he owned ...

... her."

"Al, Elaine is devastated. She thinks that she has let you down and hurt you so badly that she doesn't deserve to be your wife. She seemed a little more upbeat after her first meeting with Dr. Wilson. It went well. She is seeing her again tomorrow afternoon. Edie explained.

I thanked Edie for her call and update. I wanted to give Elaine time to figure herself out, and then we would work on ourselves.

I was hungry again, so I dressed and went to the gin mill down the road. They have a good chef there who makes a great pork chop dinner. Once I had eaten and had a few drinks, I relaxed, so I drove around for a while, letting the cool air blow on my face and clearing my head.

I needed to sleep again, so I went home.

I showered and crawled between the clean sheets Elaine had put on the bed. She was trying; I knew that. I love her so much and need her to be OK. I pray that she will be.

As I lay naked between the sheets, I realized how lonely I was. I turned on my side and pulled Elaine's pillow to me, smelling her scent, lingering with the freshness. It helped me relax so I could finally fall asleep. Sometimes, like now, exhaustion can be a friend.

As sleep overtook me, I thought, 'Tomorrow is another day.'