Shafted - Lucy's Story - Sex Stories

Shafted - Lucy's Story

... called Emma. “Lucy, you don’t think he’s seeing someone else do you? I really don’t trust him,” she warned. Could he be seeing someone else? Were these the signs? His mobile phone bugged me it never left his side. He was always looking at it. People were ringing and texting him all the time. Nonstop, it pinged and dinged as text after text arrived. That night I was lying awake; Jason was fast asleep, so I borrowed his mobile phone. I sneaked out of the bedroom into the bathroom and read all his text messages. There was nothing untoward, Just messages from his golfing friends and people he had sold cars to. I felt so guilty. Lucy, you’re such a nut job . I should never have doubted him. Things were getting worse; every weekend I was on my own. Sundays I would drive over to my parents’ house, because I didn’t want Sunday lunch on my own. The last Saturday in August it poured with rain, Jason was attending another meeting. I stared sadly out of the window and tried to process how I had got to this point. Suspicion filled my mind as I slipped into a daydream. Desperately trying to analyse things, I found myself totally detached from all surroundings. I was completely lost in ‘Lucy World.’ After a few minutes I regained contact with reality. To my horror I found myself in the street, car keys in hand, getting into my car. Before I regained control of my actions, I had started the engine and had moved off towards the Golf Club. I had no recollection of making the decision to ...

... drive, or even picking up the car keys, but there I was, on autopilot driving to the Golf Club. I drove into the car park, which was empty except for Jason’s car. The Clubhouse was in total darkness, a shaft of light shone through a gap in the bar room window. I parked out of sight and made my way over to the window, pulling my coat over my head in an effort to stem off the rain. I peeped through gap in the blind and saw Jason sitting alone at a table, sipping a beer. I was just about to knock on the window and call out, when a longhaired brunet woman, showing far too much cleavage, approached him. She got to his table and dropped to her knees. She unzipped his fly, took out his penis and took him into her mouth. She gave him a blowjob right there in front of me. Jason, the bastard, sat there and let her do it. Soaked through to the skin. I turned away and burst into tears as I ran back to my car in the rain. I sat in the car sobbing uncontrollably. It wasn’t that I had loved him and lost him, it was because he had deceived and cheated on me. I drove straight home and opened a bottle of red wine. I poured myself a large glass as I towelled my hair dry. Ten o'clock I heard Jason put his key into the lock of the front door. “Hello love,” he called out, as he opened the door. “Hi babe how was the meeting,” I shouted, through gritted teeth. “Yeah it was okay,” he said, as he entered the hall. How could he lie? How could he keep up the pretence? The thought of sharing my bed with this ...