That was it! - Sex Stories

That was it!

... forgive me. I was stupid. I was drunk, he kissed me and I got carried away. It won't happen again."

I sat there for a few seconds with things going through my brain. that's why all the sex this week, guilt. The stockings she wore on Friday night for me? I don't think so. I think she fancied Richard from the start and this was her opportunity. How fucking stupid is she.

"I don't care, get out. I think you've been chasing Richard all this while flaunting your new body in front of him, so no I don't care what reasons you give me, drunk or not. Just fuck off and leave me alone."

"Where will I go?"

"Your Mum and Dad are still alive, perhaps they might like some help in their 90s, I really don't care. just get out. I will start the divorce proceedings on Monday. I think you planned all this. Nothing you're going to say will make me think anything else."

"Please can we talk about this, it was a mistake, I got carried away, I am so sorry."

"Fuck off, you planned this from the start, and I bet he's shit at it. All youth and vigour. Comes in 30 seconds leaving you high and dry. And you think I am going to take you back, you can take a fucking long run off a fucking short pier."

I looked at Julie. "Would you do me a favour and take her away please?" They both went upstairs. I heard them come down about 5 minutes later, Ellie was still crying. Julie wasn't much better.

Julie was carrying a suitcase. "I'll take her to my place for now. it was a mistake of hers, ...

... please think about it. Can I pop round and see you tomorrow?"

"I suppose so, just don't bring that slut."

I didn't see them out. I headed towards the whiskey bottle. Fucking whore. All those thoughts I had back in the New Year about her not getting the house came flooding back into my mind. I was even more determined this time. It came to me, she lost the weight to placate me, but it was a ploy to get fucked by Richard all along. I bet she got carried away being drunk and threw discretion out the window.

I woke up Saturday morning still dressed and laying on the sofa, just moving was painful in the head, I made it to the toilet before I threw up. I went back to the sofa, I wanted my bed but there was no way I was going to be able to get up the stairs.

I heard the key in the front door, even that noise hurt, but I got myself upright and prepared to shout at Ellie. But it was Julie. I flopped back down as Julie went upstairs. She came to me a few minutes later. "Here, paracetamols and drink all of this water. Rehydrate yourself. I guessed you'd do this."

I just mumbled and laid down again. The next thing I remember was the smell of coffee. I sat up, I was feeling a lot better, that wouldn't be hard to do. Julie walked in with a mug of coffee. "Feeling better?"

"A bit, what are you doing here, where is Ellie?"

"Why do you want her?

"Not a fucking snowballs chance in hell. I want her out and gone, so I can carry on myself."

"Can't you forgive her for one ...