The Pass Out - Prequel Part One - Sex Stories

The Pass Out - Prequel Part One

... and given the fact she was stunning, there was no way in hell that she would have even considered getting off with someone ugly. I felt as though I had got half a tale and I deserved to know exactly what had gone down.

Tara messaged me constantly apologising throughout the day; telling me how much she loved me and how much she regretted what she had done. I read her texts but didn’t reply, as I wanted to punish her and make her feel the way I was feeling I wanted her to feel worse. I hated my job, a close family member was dying, I had just proposed to her, and now this. I was raging. I also wanted to know the truth.

At 6 pm, I was told to leave work by the cleaner. Tara had messaged a lot, asking where I was. I knew I had to go home and find out exactly what had happened but part of me didn’t want to. I drove as slowly as I could and dreaded pulling the car onto the drive. I took a deep breath and went inside.

Tara had cooked tea and it was on the table ready. We sat down together in silence. Silence except for the sound of her crying and sniffling. Heart pounding, I put my knife and fork down and looked at her.

“Right, I want and deserve the full truth of what happened on Saturday. I don’t buy this bullshit dare game for one second. There is no way that you would kiss someone ugly, I’ve known you nearly ten years, so I don’t believe for one second that you did that.”

There was a pause as she took a deep breath and responded. Looking at me for the first ...

... time since the previous evening. She spoke for five minutes and I sat in silence, not interrupting once.

Tara said that they had all been in a nightclub in the city and were pretty drunk and wild. A younger guy had started to talk to her and she had flirted with him. He had asked her to dance after a few minutes and as he was very attractive, she'd said yes. She said that they had been grinding into each other on the dance floor and his hands were all over her and hers all over him for several minutes. After a while, they were facing each other and had their arms around each other’s necks.

She said that he had leaned in and was kissing her neck as they were dancing closely and then they had kissed on the lips. At first, she said she had pulled away slightly, knowing that what she was doing was wrong but then when he had tried to kiss her again, she had allowed him to. She said that they had kissed on the dance floor for some time before getting some drinks and sitting down and talking together.

I could feel the anger rising inside myself but also something else. As she was talking, I realised my cock was getting hard in my trousers. What the fuck was going on with me? I was sitting listening to my fiancee telling me she had cheated on me and my cock was rock hard at the same time as I was furious.

“Who was he, then?” I asked.

“I don’t know his name but he was a policeman from just over the border,” Tara replied.

‘Do you want to see him again?” I questioned ...