by Bridy McAvoy
He ate me to three orgasms, then fucked me. I came when he entered me, and again when he came. We rested for a half an hour, then I sent him for a couple of beers from the fridge. We fucked again, and after that I fell into a satiated sleep. He woke me about three o’clock, already deep inside me again. At four in the morning he opened the drapes, led me outside into the freezing cold and fucked me on the decking before bringing me back inside and pushing me under a nice warm shower. He perched on the toilet seat and watched as the shower turned my skin a bright pink. Then I watched the same transformation as he showered.
We didn’t go back to sleep, and I was naked as I made him breakfast. I did pull on a long T-shirt while he wore his jeans so we could sit on the deck outside to eat breakfast, but it was so cold we came back inside. He fucked me again before we said goodbye.
* * * *
She sighed and looked at me.
“I never saw him again. He hadn’t told me, but the job he was working on was nearly finished. That Wednesday night he sent me a text. To the hottest woman I’ve ever met. Sorry, this is goodbye, but our next job is in New Jersey. I’ll miss you. xxx K. That was the end of that. Over the next four weeks, I dated five guys, fucked the first four, and finally met, but didn’t fuck Max. He promised to bring the boat over the following week. The fifth guy I dated was that prick, Malcolm, from the paper. He turned out to be all flattery and no substance. I initially thought of him as a Keeper, but he was a Never Evah of the first order. How Sarah puts up with his fake saccharine sweetness I’ll never know. I was going to let him down gently on our next date, but on Friday this graduate student walked into the library looking for an obscure book on the sociology of management…”
I chuckled, she was talking about me.
“The rest is history, honey. You asked me out, I’d found my Keeper, and here I am…”
I raised an eyebrow and her face fell. Her voice had been brittle toward the end there. There was no point in pressing for more information yet. I held out my arms to her and she almost launched across the room to land in my lap. Her arms went around my neck and she buried her face in my shoulder and cried. I let her cry, staring into space above her head.
There were several things she’d let slip that told me the story wasn’t complete. I knew Mr. Bryant hadn’t finished with her at that point. I knew she’d fucked Max and his two sons, so that was four people she must have fucked.
I knew from inference there had to have been others. Someone, although that could have been Max or one of his sons, had fucked her on the boat, and someone, again maybe the same person, had fucked her on that rock ledge she’d tried to seduce me on this morning. Early on in the story she’d mentioned at least one threesome, and possibly even a gangbang—although she hadn’t actually said they occurred.
At the time we met I was on the final stages of my Doctoral thesis, studying hard and carrying a full tutorial workload at the college. Some of the undergraduates I tutored were women, and I’d had my crack at some prime pussy. Once I met Sam, though, I’d gone exclusive. She hadn’t. She’d treated me with her ice-maiden act. Since I worked Monday to Friday evenings on the swing shift at the supermarket, I only ever saw her on Saturdays for months. She’d had plenty of opportunity to fly free and I’d never suspected.
Now, though, I knew she’d cheated during our early courtship. Maybe even through our engagement. Had she cheated since we were married? That might yet be the sixty-four thousand dollar question—the one that broke us.
So far, what she’d told me didn’t bother me as much as it did her. What she had yet to say…well that would be quite another story.
Other Titles by Bridy McAvoy:
Tuesday Nights
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For over a year the men have played cards in one room while the women occupied another with several bottles of wine. When one couple moves away, leaving only three guys for poker, Bill asks Jessica to persuade the other wives to play, unaware that she has worked in casinos before she met and married him. Inviting a card shark to the table wasn't a good idea, but asking her to bring her friends with her was an even poorer one. Asking the three wives to wager more than just money wasn't a good idea either – it was a great one!
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Back To Work
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With the twins to raise, money is tight for Jen and Chris, and they have to face up to the prospect of losing their home. He can’t work more overtime and she can’t find a normal job that covers child care costs. In desperation, Jen suggests she returns to the job she had when they met. Chris isn't keen on letting his wife go back to the club, where as Starz--her stage name derived from the tattoo on her stomach--he’d been mesmerized and fallen for the lovely dancer. The idea of her stripping again isn't something he finds easy to deal with, and the thought of her working for Tom, the sleazy club owner, is even worse. But Jen has made her mind up. Starz is going to make a comeback to save their home, hopefully without risking their marriage.
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Derby Dates
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Sian Ash had just turned 20 when her world was turned upside down. The minibus carrying her roller derby team home from an away match lost a tire, and overturned down an embankment. Four families lost their wives and mothers that day - five young children cast adrift, four fathers seared by a pain Sian recognized and felt with them. The heroine of the crash, she started providing a substitute parent service for the four families. Hailed as the town angel by everyone, only four others knew the real truth. It had started when one of the widowers had called her by his dead wife's name. The emotional angst that required a hug had led to something else - something more. Now Sian was proving in secret that she was no angel, no angel at all, and her four employers were loving every minute of it.
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PA To The CEO
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Charlotte knew there were two ways to get to the top of the corporate ladder. She could work hard and hope she got noticed, or she could play hard and make sure she got noticed. The only problem for Charlie was a very simple one, the men she saw as her rungs on the way to the top, weren't the straight-forward vanilla sharp-suited businessmen she thought they were. Getting their attention was easy, keeping it simple enough, but was the price too high for the secretary who had just acquired a bottom name - Charlie? More importantly, could her bottom stand it?
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Michelle’s Neighbor
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Michelle hadn't intended to get involved with her neighbor. Each conversation had pushed her boundaries. Working freelance from home had given them both far too much time to explore those boundaries. With her husband away for the week, Kris seemed to be offering her a little fun. Nothing more, just some fun. Only… Kris was dominant and wouldn't take no for an answer, something her husband was too nice to be. Did she really want nice all the time though? One thing was sure, by the time her husband came home from his week long trip, Michelle would know the answer.
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Department Store Amy
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Amy's been happy working in the department store, and happy at home but there's something missing, so she's changing her job.Now Amy's got a real problem, she desperately needs money to fix her car. When her boss offers her some overtime she knows exactly what he's offering, and it might just plug the gap in her relationship too. She never realised she was quite so submissive though, nor that her boss was quite so dominant, something her loving husband could never be.
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About the Author
My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other interest is photography but writing will always be my first love, other than my husband of course.