The Letter - Sex Stories

The Letter

... nausea tightened my stomach and I discarded the remains of the quiche. Oh my goodness, was I holding a ‘goodbye’ letter in my hands? “…and make me angry. Ok so you’re tired after work and you’re stressed, I get it. But we used to find time for each other, we used to talk and sex was a two way thing. Not anymore.” Eh? Sex with Jess was great. We’d had sex the previous night and it had been fabulous, it always was. My penis twitched appreciatively as I recalled how Jess had sucked me off, sinking my long shaft deep into her throat. I loved it when she did that and when she tightened her lips around my throbbing head and sucked hard to increase the pressure…ooh, the feeling was so fucking good. “ Sex used to be a two way thing?” What the hell was she on about? If I wasn’t mistaken, Jess had groaned as much as I had when I’d shot my load into her throat. She’d loved swallowing it and she’d licked me clean afterwards. She always got off on blowing me so surely she was satisfied? I was. I’d slept like a baby afterwards. “Oh fuck!” Realisation hit me like a blow to the face. I’d fallen asleep the second she’d finished hadn’t I, was that the problem? Had she been expecting more? I read on. “ I made an effort Robert, I always do. I cooked for you, bought you beer, even ironed your shirts so you’d have a stress-free evening. You want for nothing yet you choose to spend half the night in the pub with your friends and come home drunk and tired. Perhaps if you’d come straight home last ...

... night you wouldn’t have gone to sleep as soon as you’d ejaculated. I know you needed a release, Robert, but so did I. ” So it was the falling asleep thing. I’d tried to stay awake but I was too exhausted. As for going to the pub, yes I did, virtually every night but I did it so that I could vent about work before coming home. I didn’t want to unload on Jess. I thought she understood that? “ I may not put in the hours you do at work but my job’s as stressful as yours. I need a way to unwind too and I don’t get it, not from you anyway. I’ve made you a little video, Robert, to show you how I unwind. This is what I did last night after you went to sleep. It’s something I do regularly these days. I do it alone but I’m yearning for a partner and if you can’t make the effort then, I don’t know, maybe I’ll look elsewhere .” My throat dried as I re-read that last part. Did my wife just threaten to leave me? Shit! It hadn’t been that long since I’d fucked her and brought her to orgasm, had it? My blood ran cold…yes it had. It’d been months. No wonder she felt neglected. “ I hope it doesn’t come to that but we barely see each other anymore and I’m starting to wonder if I really know you. You certainly don’t know me. Watch the video, it may shock you. It’s what I like, Robert, what I get off on. I did it before I met you but never found the right moment to tell you about it. Now seems as good a time as any. I’m sorry if you find it revolting. I hope you don’t. I want someone to share this ...