I went to a local diner today to grab a early dinner and as I was heading out with my order, I bumped into Vince. I groaned. He asked me to wait for him. So I waited for him at my car and he came back a few minutes later inviting me to his place. I followed behind him and it only took 3 minutes to get to his place. I grabbed my phone, purse and food then followed him into his condo.
He offers to put my food in the fridge and asked if I wanted anything to drink. I asked if he had tequila and thankfully he did. He brought a glass with some ice and the bottle. When he left to put our food in the fridge, I drank shot after shot after shot. By the time he returned, I had drank 5 shots.
We sat down and we had a few shots together; it went down hard for him but he did ok. Thankfully, he didn’t try to catch up to me. We didn’t talk at all. I stood up and walked over to him and then he stood up. I started massaging his dick over his pants. Vince couldn’t take it anymore and pulled away. I took the opportunity to take 2 more shots.
He grabs my hand and leads me to his room; as we pass the linen closet I stop and grab his worst looking towel - it was clean by the way - and met him in his room. He looked at the towel and instantly knew it was Shark Week.
It took 3 seconds for him to come over to me and he started kissing me. As we were kissing, we took our clothes off. I stepped to the bathroom for a second, washed my hands and returned. The towel was on the bed ready as was Vince. I asked him if he was sure and he said that he wanted me now more than ever before.
I get on the bed, adjusted myself on the towel and spread my legs for Vince. In seconds, he’s sliding his hard penis in and out of my apex as hard as he can while squeezing and biting my tits. I scream his name - he completely lets go of his rigid personality, starts choking me and fucks me harder. I ask him to choke me harder but he looks worried - I tell him that it’s ok and that I’m going to be ok. He chokes me harder and I know that I’m about to pass out in seconds…. I tell him that I want him to finish in me before he brings me back. He nods his head yes, choking me firmly with both hands. I pass out soon afterwards.
I’ve got no clue how long I was out but I was realizing that I was incredibly sore when I woke up/came to. I look over to Vince but he’s sleeping. I kiss him to wake him up. He asked me what I wanted and I told him that I want to ride his hardening penis. He adjusts himself but before I slide down on his penis, he told me that I was out for about 15 minutes and that he finished in me four times…my nipples harden. I slide down his dick, he moans.
I don’t know how long I rode him but we finished together 4 or 5 times together; him filling me with his essence each time. I climbed off and laid down on my stomach. I feel Vince move around and then he spreads my legs a little bit and shoves his still hard dick in my apex. He fucks me hard and fast until I couldn’t scream his name anymore; he finished in me and then I fell asleep.
A bit later, I get up, toss the towel in the laundry basket, fix myself up a little bit and put on my shirt. He comes back in with the bottle of tequila with two glasses; both glasses had ice. I’m taking more shots than he is - by then an hour went by and the bottle had maybe 4 shots left so I chugged the rest straight from the bottle. He puts the glasses and the empty bottle on his dresser, comes back to bed, pulls me closer and starts playing with my quite sore nipples. He takes the shirt off of me, lays me down on my back, lays on top of me so he could suck, bite and squeeze my tits.
I spread my legs for him. He tells me that I’m shit faced; I told him that I know but I didn’t care and that I need him deep in my apex. He asked if I was sure and I said yes. He flips me over, lifts up my hips and starts fucking me like it was his last night alive. Despite my saying ow, he keeps fucking me like we’re rabbits. When he’s finished shooting his essence in me for the last time that round, we fell asleep.
Vince wakes me up by squeezing and biting my tits as hard as he can. I get up and head to the shower - he followed behind. When he got in the shower, I dropped to my knees and started sucking his hard dick; in no time he finished. I started washing my hair and took care of the rest of my body while he was just standing under the nozzle.
I get out, towel dry, take care of myself and put on one of his shirts. His sheets are fine but I toss them in the washer and started the load; I put fresh sheets on the bed and went to text my family to let them know where I was but they already sent me a text a few hours ago to let me know that Vince called them and told them that I was with him “talking” through our drama. What a lie, I told myself. I grab a morning after pill, went to the fridge, found a bottle of water and then took the pill; purposely leaving the small packaging on his kitchen counter.
Realized that I was hungry so I heated up my food and ate dinner around 8:45 pm; I’d left the house to get my order at 4:15 so I could eat dinner around 4:45. After I ate, I had another bottle of water. I was too tired and too sore to drive home so I texted my family that I was sleeping over because I had too much to drink - it was the truth but not the full truth but they probably had an idea what we would do….they knew that in the past that Vince and I had a hard time keeping our hands off of the other.
I raided my purse for the phone charger, plugged it into a socket by the comfiest couch, grabbed a blanket tossing it on the couch as I headed to the laundry room. The wash was done so I tossed the sheets into the dryer. When I got back into the kitchen, Vince was eating his dinner cold and chasing it with a beer. I went into the cabinet with the travel mugs, I found the biggest one and filled it with ice water, found a coaster and brought them to the living room.
Before saying good night, I told him that we really needed to talk about what happened tonight. One weekend with him was forgiven but the one night after that - while he’s still married - is NOT forgiven. I sat down across from him after grabbing myself a canned cosmo. I asked him why he wanted me to come over and don’t bother trying to lie to me as as I know he’s the world’s WORST liar. He sighed. He said mostly to talk and partially to have sex again. I said that we had more sex than actually talking but he better start talking now.
He got up, grabbed something from one of the shelves on the miniature desk in the living room. He brought it over to me and asked me to open it. I was tired, cranky and not in the mood for this nonsense so I told him so. He asked me to simply open the large packet and read the first 3 pages but I was welcome to read the rest.
Because he asked nicely, I opened it up and took out what I thought was just a packet of paper with some boring stuff. Once the paper was out, I dropped the envelope and then I realized how the papers were - in a clear plastic protective like folder (similar to what we used as book reports back in the day but more professional looking). I was beyond tired and really not in the mood to play games. I had an idea of what the papers were but I started to read; by the end of the first page, I realized that it was divorce papers. By page two, his wife’s name was the ‘plaintiff’ in the divorce proceedings and claimed that Vince was unfaithful to her. I read all 25 pages. At the bottom of the page, there was her signature as well as his.
I looked up at him in surprise. He said that they tried counseling but that didn’t work, she wouldn’t sign any divorce papers he provided so he told her about his weekend with me. She realized then, he said, that he no longer loved her. She went to her divorce attorney, had the papers drawn up….she only requested one thing - to be able to switch back to her first husband’s last name. Vince signed immediately but wanted to show me before sending it in the mail.
Her divorce attorney emailed Vince stating that the papers - once signed - could be dropped off either in office or by mail. Vince sent me the phone number so I used a search engine to see if the divorce attorney was legitimate and if he really had an office where he said it was; not only was the attorney legitimate but his office was on my way home from Vince’s. Since I still don’t trust Vince, I told him that I’d drop it off on my way home in the morning; it was easy to see that he wanted to do it himself but he knew that I don’t trust him.
I brought the papers to my car, put them in my trunk, locked my car and put my keys in my purse, Vince knowing full well that once he goes to his room, I’ll hide the keys from him so he won’t go into my trunk.
Vince looked a little dejected but I didn’t care. I told him that just because he’s getting divorced does NOT mean that he and I will get back together because it won’t happen again…I have a higher chance of getting elected as a pope than ever trusting Vince again.
I wish him a good night and went to the living room to go to bed. I made a note in my phone to make an appointment with my doctor in 2 weeks - at the latest - to get blood work done to be tested for STD’s.
I felt like I was being watched so I turned my head and saw Vince gazing at me with both love and lust for me…he was also waiting to see where I put my keys. Told him good night again. I followed slowly behind him go wait to hear his real snore. Once I heard him snoring, I waited 5 minutes and went back to the living room. I quietly took my keys from my purse to under the pillow that I’d be using tonight, I looped my Fitbit band through the keychain ring and then put the FitBit back on.
I laid down a few hours ago and I’m now waiting for sleep to come.
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