Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... up with him!"

Melissa was a very bright shade of red. She looked down at the table and said nothing. Again, I said nothing. After some silence, Melissa said in a quiet voice.

"I left my phone at the loft, and when we got back, it was dead. Ryan hid the phone from me, Dave. He hid it from me so I wouldn't see the alerts."

Oh great, I thought. So, I asked. "Did he come down and go on dates with you often, Melissa? How many of our friends knew about this? Did you take him to the same places we went to? How many times did you fuck him here? Did fuck him in OUR BED? How many times, Melissa? How many times did you give me sloppy seconds?"

I was really getting angry now. I was fuming and wanted to punch the wall. I had a temper, but I'd learned to control it. Right now, I was furious. I just sat there and stared at Melissa as she looked at the table. She would freeze here. I knew the routine now. This was a total waste of fucking time.

Then, she looked up. Tears welled in her bloodshot eyes. In a quiet yet firm voice, she said. "That was the one and only time. We didn't go anywhere that people knew us, and I didn't fuck him in our bed. I only saw him when you were away and never wanted to give you sloppy seconds. I wish I'd never fucked him. Especially here. In our space. Or have him touch our things or your bass. It broke my heart, but I was drunk and high. I wasn't thinking." She paused but never wavered and kept looking me in the eyes.

"I had convinced myself ...

... we had an open relationship, that you were fucking that marketing chick and other girls while you were on the road." She paused, still determined. "It was a lie. I know that now. I lied to myself."

"I didn't fuck anyone. I'd never been so happy in a relationship. Against all the odds, I thought we had something, Mel."

She looked at me, and she knew I was telling the truth. I also thought back, and it was apparent she kept her time with Ryan mostly while I was away, and since I never suspected her, she never really lied to me. Simply because I never directly asked herare you fucking other men and women when I am away? Not that it mattered, as the lies of omission were huge.

"Melissa, why did you say yes when I asked you to marry me?"

Her upright, confident pose deflated, and sadness returned to her face. She looked down at the table, then quickly looked at me and said, "Because I want to marry you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

Before she could say anything more, I interjected, "But in an open marriage, with the freedom to fuck women and men with rather large cocks, because obviously, my little dick was not enough for you."

There it was. The proverbial elephant, or should I say horse, in the room. There was no escaping this, even though I'd already decided that there was nothing I could be about being victim to the porn dick cuckold cliché.

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