No More Februarys - Sex Stories

No More Februarys

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"No, definitely not. I'm sorry this is causing problems with you and Dave. But once Jim sees I know I screwed up, maybe Dave will forget it.... No, I can tell you firsthand this sort of fantasy needs to stay a fantasy. It's not even a fantasy anymore, more like a weird dream. I'm never going to even imagine something like this again. I owe Jim big time and I'm never going to let him down. Well, not again. I never thought I had any doubts, but now I really know I married the best man on the planet. ... Well please go by our room and if he's there make sure he got my voicemail and that I love him and I'll be home in a few minutes waiting to make everything better. I've learned my lesson and I'll do anything he wants to make this up to him....

"Okay, I, I guess I understand that.... Okay. Tell Dave what I told you and let him call me names. Guess I deserve that and probably more. I hope Jim yells at me, that's much better than his silences. Maybe after I apologize to Jim Dave can yell at me?... Better at me than you, I'm the, I'm, oh God, I am a cheater! Damnit! Damnit what have I done? Jim was right, we always agreed, once and done! It was just a fantasy! A stupid teenage fantasy I let get out of control! Aaaaahhhh! Shit. ... Look, we're almost to the house and I've still got to figure out how to fix this. If Jim's not at the hotel he might be back home already. Actually that's probably what Jim would do after what I did to him. I need to dry my eyes and fix my ...

... face. I was really hoping to get cleaned up before facing Jim. Maybe I should burn this dress too. Damn! I bought this to remind him of when we were first dating. He loves this color and I haven't had anything nice in it for a while.... Yeah, me too. I'm sorry I've caused you problems too. Anything I can do to help, just let me know alright?... Okay, I guess the best I can do is stay away for now. ... Yeah, I understand. ... I won't call you, you call me when it's okay with Dave. Be a better wife than I've been.... Thanks. ... Bye."

Tears were rolling down the woman's face. The driver passed her tissue box back and spent a moment arguing with herself before speaking. "I try not to listen to my customer's calls but we're like a minute from your house. Do you want me to pull over so you can fix your face?"

"Yes. Please." Sniffle. "I really screwed up and I need to look my best for him. Not the used tramp I feel like. I have seen my husband really upset, but it's never been directed at me before. The madder he is, the quieter he becomes. That's his warning sign. The opposite of a rattlesnake, when he gets quiet he's thinking about how to strike. Usually just the planning relieves his anger, but sometimes he goes for vengeance and doesn't mind collateral damage. And he's not answering his phone."

After a few minutes of face repair, they drove on to the house. The woman got out, and the Toyota backed out of the driveway and headed back toward the freeway. The woman walked ...