The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth - Sex Stories

The Seven Deadly Sins: Sloth

... went missing today. What's wrong?"

John stepped up beside his wife for support, as she spoke.

"John and I saw Dave in the park across from your place two days ago. He told us a totally different story to the bullshit you told me. Then I went to see your mum and dad. If you'd read the text I sent, you would know that I and everyone else here want nothing to do with a lying, traitorous bitch who would put her own needs so cruelly before those of her husband and family, who would treat him worse than a rabid dog. And all in order to trade up. We don't want you here, Jane. Please leave."

Jane was stunned. These were her friends. In shame and anger, she looked away from Sarah and around the room. Without exception, every returned gaze was filled with condemnation. She suddenly felt very, very alone. Humiliated, she turned and bolted back out the door with Peter in her footsteps.

Halfway to the gate, she stopped. Peter almost collided with her. Her whole body was trembling as rage took over her being. She turned and tersely ordered Peter to stay where he was, then stormed past smoker's corner and back through the door.

Striding two paces into the lounge, she waited until she had everyone's attention before snarling, "Fuck you all. I'll wave from my Ferrari when I pass you in the street from now on. I'm in clover from here on in, and if Dave has to suffer for me to do that then so be it. If that means I have to fake a few orgasms along the way, then that's a small ...

... price to pay."

With that bridge well and truly alight, she turned and strode back out, pushing past the two smokers crowding the doorway, before marching past a silent Peter to the car. Reaching it, she looked back and saw Peter still facing the house.

Peter was trying to assimilate what he'd just heard. As instructed, he'd stayed on the path outside while Jane said her piece and was thus out of hearing range. However, just before she stomped back out, the smoker further outside the door asked the one leaning in, "What did she say?"

"I think she just committed social suicide, and then she said something about faking orgasms with the new guy."

At that point, they'd scattered as one enraged woman stormed past them.

Peter was left wondering how to interpret the bit about faking orgasms. Apart from the obvious one, that is. But surely Jane wouldn't have meant that he failed to satisfy her sexually. She couldn't be that good an actress, could she? Maybe the men had made that bit up to have a go at him out of loyalty to Dave. Yes, that must be it.

A niggle of doubt remained, though. It joined his new distrust of Jane in working its way deep into his system. Distracted, neither spoke until they were at Jane's home, then she ran to the bedroom and wept another part of her old life away. Peter cuddled her to sleep again. Neither noticed the children quietly returning home from wherever they'd spent their Friday night.

CHAPTER 5

Peter knew how important friends ...