What If? Reading Erotica - Sex Stories

What If? Reading Erotica

... Our boys were in their room for the night so it was just me and Marsha. She looked at me and asked, "Where do we go from here Roger?" I looked at her and said, "I don't know?" I need a few days to sort things out. I won't sl**p with you, you can have the bedroom and I'll sl**p downstairs on the extra bed. I'll call off work tomorrow and watch the boys while you go talk to Mr. Little. I have a feeling you won't be there long. Marsha just looked down at the floor and didn't say anything. There was no more conversation between us, she headed for the bedroom and I headed for the basement. Chapter 4: A note from Roger: I want you to know that I have gone through the whole realm of emotions, hate, sadness, pain, even love, to name a few. I have been offered advice from a lot of people. Everything from kill Marsha, to take her back and love her, from throw her cheating ass out, to forgive her. There is no advice that I haven't thought of. She was a wonderful wife and mother for twenty plus years, and a lying cheating bitch for six months. Once I finish this story I will walk away from this computer into a real world, with real people, with real problems. I now have to decide if I will face this future with or without Marsha. Sincerely; Roger It was morning and time to get up, I didn't sl**p at all, I just kept tossing and turning. My life was turned totally upside down and decisions had to be made. I got up and went upstairs to put on the coffee and call my office to let them know ...

... I wouldn't be in till the afternoon. I was going to take the whole day off but I knew I needed to get out of the house for a while and get my mind on something else. When I got upstairs, I could already smell the coffee. Marsha must already be up. I was pouring myself a cup of coffee when Marsha entered the room. She was very nicely dressed, not sexy, but neat and smart looking. She looked like a business woman and dressed the part. She wasn't out to turn heads today. After saying morning to her, I didn't say good morning because there wasn't anything good about it for me. I asked her to call me if she would be working so I could re-plan my day if necessary. She asked me when we were going to talk. I told her that we could talk later that day or Saturday, but it would be at least Monday before I would have any decisions made. There was just too much happening to make quick decisions. We have our f****y to think about as well as Nancy's c***dren here for a few days. Marsha said that she thought I was acting awfully calm about the whole situation. I looked at her with a deep stare and told her that my stomach was eating away at me, that I could kill her for what she did, that our life as we knew it is over. I was doing everything possible not to lash out at her, to scream, yell, and yes even strike her. She looked at me and knew I was telling the truth. It scared her a little. She quickly changed the subject and mentioned that Nancy's boys would be up within the hour and would ...