V and I weren’t at the pub long before we left to go to his place. As soon as his front door closed, we stripped and went straight to his bed where he spread my legs and rode me. Once he was done with my apex, he bit the inside of both of my thighs - near my apex! - to mark that he was in me. I rolled onto my stomach so V could ride my apex from behind. He shot one last massive load in me, spanked me as his penis was twitching inside of me and moaned my name.
He pulled out begrudgingly and he watched me get dressed. He knew what my plans are for the weekend and my desire for the SRO’s penis. Both V and I care for each other so it was easy to see that he was a bit hurt; he looked rather morose. He was still quite hard so I stroked his penis and he climaxed onto my hands. I quickly washed my hands, kissed V softly and left.
A few minutes later, I arrived at the SRO’s apartment and let myself in. He came out of the kitchen with a couple of wine glasses and a few bottles of wine. As we were drinking and talking, we were trying to figure out the possible plans for the weekend. We both wanted to spend some time in bed but we knew that we wanted a bit more than that considering that we work together. One thing led to another as we talked and we headed up to his room, undressing on the way.
I climbed up on his bed, spread my legs and played with myself as he watched until he mounted me a few minutes later. He almost climaxed in me right away but he didn’t. As he rode me, he bit and squeezed my breasts as hard as he could. I loved the pain that he caused me. He climaxed in my apex a few times before pulling out and had me roll onto my stomach. I felt him spread my ass cheeks before rimming me.
“Your sweet little apex can barely fit me,” he said as he’s putting the tip of his penis in my ass. “I want to try if your fine ass can take me, baby. I’ll try to be gentle but no promises.”
“Just use plenty of lube,” I moaned, loving how the tip of his massive penis felt.
I felt him pour lube over my ass after pulling out and heard him moan as he rubbed lube on his ready penis…knowing how ready he was, I’m sure he leaked a bit of his pre-climax. I felt him slide his penis in my ass and it hurt. I screamed as he climaxed; I felt every drop of his essence being shot in me. He began thrusting in and out of my ass and it felt super painful; not in the good way. Seconds later, I passed out.
I woke up a few minutes later to him hovering, only in a pair of boxers; he’d placed an ice pack on my ass. He looked worried.
“The second you passed out, I stopped, baby,” he explained. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I’m so sorry!”
“Thank you,” I said as I removed the ice. “I appreciate you stopping. The ice is a bit much though. Come back to bed, baby.”
He threw the ice pack out and came back, finding me with my legs spread for him. In no time, he slid into me again and started riding me. Fuck me…what a perfect penis. With his help, I crossed my legs and put my ankles on his shoulders…this created an even tighter space for him. A few thrusts later, we’re both climaxing. I felt his essence spewing - unleashed - deep inside of my cervix.
I took my legs from his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped us over. I rode this gorgeous man’s penis like my life depended on it. I rode him until his heavy balls were drained in my cervix. As his penis was twitching and pulsating in me, he said that he LOVED having me ride him, but it’s his role - as a man - to do the riding. I told him that if that’s the case, he needs to restrain me to the bed and give me his glorious penis. His penis twitched once more, shooting the remaining of his essence inside of me.
He pulled out, gave me a shirt to wear and carried me downstairs then he went back upstairs to change the sheets. After coming back downstairs, he opened up more wine and put some cheese and crackers on a plate. Neither one of us were hungry but we sure were thirsty…we had another three bottles of wine split between us.
We laid down on the large couch - with a heavy blanket - I was ready to fall asleep. I lifted the shirt past my waist and he’d taken his boxers off then he pulled me close against his chest. I nestled my hips by his penis and I promptly fell into a light sleep.
Some time later, I woke up to him sliding into my semi swollen apex from behind. I moaned his name and he called me his pillow princess. He began to thrust faster in and out of me…I could tell that he was trying NOT to climax right away.
“Yessssssssss, baby,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“There isn’t enough time in the world for me to drain myself in you,” he said. “You’re so tight, baby. I’m going to fill you up so much.”
“Yesssssss,” I moaned.
He pulled out of me, carried me to his bed, spread my legs and ripped my shirt off, he handcuffed me to his bed and put my legs in restraints and he finally slid into me. He rode me hard and fast, filling me up with his essence. I’m screaming in pleasure.
“Oh my gods,” I screamed. “Don’t stop!”
“I don’t plan on it, baby,” he panted. “We’ll stop for breaks but other than that, I won’t stop.”
He rode me for a while longer. By the time we were done, it was around 12:15 am. After climbing off of me, I went to the bathroom to take a shower and take my contacts out. As I went back to his bedroom, he’d changed the sheets yet again and moved the previous bedding into the dryer. I sighed, turned around and went downstairs to get some water.
When I was raiding his fridge for his pitcher of filtered water, I found some juice and drank the rest of the contents straight from the container. I went back to the couch, laid down and covered myself with the blanket that we’d left behind a few hours ago. Seconds later, I fell asleep.
I woke up a few hours later Saturday morning, finding myself in his bed with him and his arms around me. I wiggled free so I could shower, brush my teeth and get my day started. Once dressed in my booty shorts and baggy shirt, I went downstairs to get coffee started and then drank half a gallon of water before pouring cereal and milk in a bowl.
I quickly ate, drank 3 mugs of coffee and cleaned up the kitchen, I moved to the laundry. I pulled the sheets from the dryer out, folded them and then moved the sheets from the washer into the dryer. I found my charger, plugged in my phone and laid down on the couch to rest.
He woke me up an hour later by kissing me and squeezing my breasts. I reached up to massage his hardening penis. He picked me up, carried me to his room, helped me get undressed and help me get on his bed. I spread my legs for him; my apex was already wet and dripping. He spread my legs a little bit more and then he slid me, thrusting his penis in me as hard and as fast as he could. We climaxed together and he shot his essence deep into my cervix; I loved it.
As his penis was still twitching inside of me when I bit down hard on the base of his neck. That not only got him mad - his wife would see the bite mark - but also super hard. He picked up the pace as I left bite marks all over his chest and neck; I even bit his nipples. He pulled my hair so I left more bite marks and hickies on his neck. He growled at me and it made me want to leave more teeth marks everywhere on him. He spewed many loads of his essence in my apex.
He pulled out. I grabbed my birth control from my purse, took it and joined him back in bed. I started licking and sucking his penis.
“My wife will kill me for these hickies…,” he moaned.
“Oh? Whose choice is it to be with me?” I asked. “Nobody is making you do anything that you don't want to do.”
“Yeah, that's true,” he said as he kissed me. “I need you again and then I’ll take you out lunch.”
“Who cares about food?” I asked. “We both know that I’m here to get laid!”
He laughed as he spread my legs and rode me like he had been deprived of sex. He took my right leg, moved it to his shoulder (which lifted my hips) and began to thrust as hard as he could. I pinched his nipples and bit different spots on his neck. In the hour and half he was riding me, we climaxed several times; he screamed my name each time he spewed his essence in me.
I rode him only once in that time. I took my time and rode him painfully slow. Each time I slid down his ginormous penis, I screamed. He spewed such a large load in me, I thought it would make me fly off of him.
When he was fully drained, he pulled out of me. I got up and hopped into the shower. He joined me a few minutes later after tossing the essence covered sheets into the washer. Seriously - how many sets of sheets did this man have? He pushed me against the shower wall, spread legs and thrusted into my sore apex. A few thrusts later, we screamed each other’s name and he poured his essence in me. He pulled out and we finished our shower. Fuck, I was going to be sore.
After getting out and getting dressed (I was in sneakers, skinny jeans and a sweater; he was in jeans, sneakers, a nice shirt and a vest), we headed to his motorcycle. Before I got on, I asked if he’d be ok if I touched him/wrapped my arms around him. He laughed and said that he'd be fine. I put the helmet that gave me on, hopped onto the motorcycle, wrapped my arms around him and then we were off!
It was a quick drive to a dive of a diner...to be honest, those are my favorite kind of diners. We ordered sandwiches, soup and soda. It was a little awkward at first when we started talking after we ordered; we've been so used to having sex and enjoying the other's body that it was a bit awkward for us to talk but once we received our food. It was quite interesting to learn about him, his family and his decision to step out on his wife.
He said that despite loving and being in love with his wife, he felt a "connection" with me and wanted to be with me to some degree - even if it was a short while. I asked if his wife knew and he said that he thinks she knows to some extent but he doesn't know how much she truly knows however he thinks that she'd know when he sees her again that coming Monday. I then asked what his intentions are with me. He said that 1. he'd like to continue to be colleagues (that was obvious statement) 2. not do this hookup thing as he does want to remain with his wife 3. he wants to try to be friends. I wanted to laugh then I said out loud that I wonder what his wife will say once she sees the hickies that I left on him. He laughed nervously, said that his wife wouldn't be happy and that he's curious to what she'd say. I said that she'd probably ask for a divorce and that this weekend would be the last time that he and I would be intimate/physical as I am not his wife nor am I a homewrecker. I know, I know.....I'm homewrecking now.
After eating, he paid and he headed back to his motorcycle. I decided to walk back to the apartment, clearly he beat me there. I wanted some time to figure out how he and I can work together after all of this. When we got back into the apartment, he wanted to watch a movie but I wanted to rest. We compromised by stripping, got into bed, I rested as he’d watch a movie on his phone. I fell asleep in minutes.
About an hour later, I woke up for a few seconds; his arms were around me and I was pulled close to him. I fell back asleep feeling his penis harden and twitch. Definitely had the feeling that he’d wake me up by riding my apex.
He did wake me up about an hour later by kissing and caressing my body, paying special attention to my apex. I moaned. He stopped what was doing, spread my legs, slid into me and began to ride me like there was no tomorrow. I was so incredibly turned by his animalistic riding that I lifted my hips, wrapped my legs around his waist and wrapping my arms around his torso and I flipped us so I was on top. I rode him slowly. He grabbed my hips so he could try to change the pace, I didn't allow it and put him in the handcuffs attached to the bed. He said that this was a first as his wife isn't as adventurous.
I immediately got off of his penis, walked to the kitchen and sighed. Yes, I left him in the handcuffs...they are the "specialty" kind where if they get tugged on, they pull away and the person is released. I heard him get up and make his way over to the kitchen
“Hey, baby,” he said after giving me one of his sweatshirts to put on. “I know that I fucked up and being married doesn't help. I shouldn't have mentioned my wife while we were making love - ”
“Making love?” I asked. “Dude. You are a married man and you're cheating on your wife with me - a woman that you work with and who is NOT your wife. Let's just call it what it is, ok? We're fucking and you won't leave her for me.”
“Baby,” he sighed as he placed his arms around me and kissed me on the top of my head. “I'm so sorry that I put you into this situation and also for hurting you when I mentioned my wife. It isn't fair to you that I rub my being married in your face. I'll totally understand if you want to pack up and leave here.”
“Your wife does NOT deserve this and neither do I,” I said as I grabbed my phone. “I'm not a toy to be played with. I'm going to pack up and leave. I'm not doing this right now nor ever again.”
“A toy, huh?” he asked as he smiled. “Is that what you think that you are to me?"
"Yes," I said as I face palmed myself. "You're a married man and I'm not your wife, dude. Please, just let me be as I gather my crap so I can leave."
"Ok," he said as he tried to kiss me. I moved away before he could make kiss me. I took clean clothes out of my bag to get dressed then I gathered the clothes that I'd worn and stuffed them in my bag. I went through his place for the second time to make sure that I didn't miss anything. Thankfully, I didn't. I grabbed my jacket out of the foyer closet, grabbed my stuff and left without telling him as he was switching his laundry.
I didn't want to go home yet and didn't know where to go but somehow I ended up at Vin's. I closed my eyes and sat in my car for who knows how long. I heard a knock on my window. I barely opened my one eye and saw that it was The Old Man. I unlocked my car, he opened my door, helped me get out and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me on the top of my head.
"There's my girl," he whispered. "Didn't work out, baby girl?"
"Hey, Old Man," I whispered back, loving being in his arms again. "No, it didn't. Does it ever work out with any of the married men I get involved with? The answer is no. I never expected this bafoon to leave his wife - not the others either - but something just felt off. He made this off hand comment about his wife while we were intimate and I was immediately turned off. I didn't want to go home afterwards but I didn't know where to go. Somehow, I ended up here."
"I'm glad you did, sweetie," Vin said as he was pulling away. "Wanna grab your stuff and come in? I'll do your laundry, we'll open a bottle of wine and we can listen to Josh Groban. Sound good?"
"Me too," I said as I leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Vin? I've missed this - being in your arms and being in your company. Can we please do ice cream and cookies?"
"Sure," he said. "I'll grab your stuff and you can bring your beautiful self. While I do your laundry, why don't you hop in the shower? I have some of your sweats here. Take your time, love."
I nodded in agreement and followed him into his apartment. I kicked off my shoes, stripped and headed to the en suite bathroom attached to his bedroom. I turned on the water to get it hot, grabbed a towel and found some rose scented body wash; it was my favorite and Vin always loved it on me. I adjusted the water, hopped in, washed myself head to toe followed by the rose scented body wash. After rinsing off, I turned the water, grabbed the towel, dried off and brushed my hair, swiped on some of his deodorant, brushed my teeth and got dressed. I hung up the towel and went to find Vin in the living room.
There were candles were lit, wine was poured, bowls of ice cream and cookies were ready, the couch was converted into a bed and there were plenty of blankets. I got adjusted, Vin handed me a bowl and put the glass of wine at the side table. Before moving away, he leaned down and kissed me. He pulled away a few seconds later.
"I'm so sorry, my love," Vin said. "You don't need this right now. You came here for support."
"I want more," I said as I started eating my cookies and ice cream. "I've missed being in your arms."
"We'll talk about this later, ok?" he said as he turned up the volume of the Josh Groban cd that he had put in. We had our wine, cookies and ice cream in quiet. After finishing, he tossed the bowls into the dishwasher. When he came back, I told him that I was going to take a nap for a little bit. He said that he'd set a timer as he made reservations for dinner in a little bit. I nodded my head and laid down. As I was falling asleep, I felt him get onto the bed and wrap me up tight in his arms. I vaguely remember telling him that he smelled great before falling asleep.
The alarm went off way too soon in my opinion. I got up, brushed my teeth, took another quick shower, and wrapped myself up in the towel before looking for V. I found him in the guest room looking in the closet. He, too, had taken a shower.
"Hey," I said as I hugged him. "You smell nice, Old Man."
"So do you, baby," he said. "I still have some of your clothes in here. We're going to a nice restaurant...you ok with putting on a dress?"
"If I'm with you, then yes," I said. "Do you want to get dressed in your room and I get dressed in here?"
"We'll get dressed in here together," he said. "The only dress that you have here has a zipper. I can help you with that."
I slid the dress on, put on my shoes that went with the dress and turned around so Vin could zip the zipper for me. I went to the bathroom to dry and do my hair and put some makeup on. I found some rose scented lotion in the bathroom. I put on only a little bit.
When I went to tell Vin that I was ready, he saw me and smiled. He walked over to me, leaned down to kiss me. I deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulled myself flush to his body. I could feel his penis harden. He pulled away.
"I promised myself that I'd behave," he said. "I found a small black purse in case you wanted to bring anything with you. I'll go get it."
I grabbed my phone, chapstick, a phone charger and my inhaler as he went to get the purse. He came back with it and a wrap for me to wear. I tossed my stuff into the purse and he helped me put on the wrap (to be honest, I really didn't need his assistance). He grabbed his jacket, keys and phone then came over to me to tell me that George would be picking us up in a few minutes. I smiled. I enjoyed George's company and his respect for Vin and I's privacy. We went outside as George arrived. Vin helped me get in the back before going around to get in on the other side.
"How are you, George?" I asked.
"Doing well, Deppgrl," he said. "Good to see you again."
"Good to see you too!"
George put the car in gear and took us off to the restaurant that V had made reservations at. Everything from when I got to the SRO's place last night to earlier today just hit me hard and I fell asleep. When V woke me up, it felt like I was asleep for only a few seconds instead of an hour.
"Baby, wake up," V said. "We're a few minutes away from the restaurant."
"Mmm'kay, old man," I said. "What restaurant are we at?"
"Mmm'kay, old man," I said. "What restaurant are we at?"
"A friend of a friend's restaurant," he said. "You'll like it. It's Italian."
"Gimme the garlic," I said. "Gimme the carbs!!"
George pulled in and parked by the front door. V got out, came around to my side of the car, opened the door and helped me out of the car (fuck, this dress is tight!!); he used his hip to close the door. V took my hand and led me inside of the restaurant. The restaurant was so beautiful; the lights were low, many rose scented candles were lit and spread out around the restaurant, Josh Groban was playing and awfully quiet.
"V...?" I asked. "Why are we the only ones here?"
"As I said, the restaurant is a friend of a friend's," he started to explain. "I called in a favor, asked if I could reserve the restaurant for the two of us. I don't know what our future is, honey, but I am so in love with you and I want you in my life every single day of my life - I want to marry you but I know how you feel about marriage in general. You're one of the smartest, funniest, classiest, sarcastic, sassy, strong willed, stubborn, strong minded, independent, foul mouthed and confident women I have ever met. You're worth more than you know."
"Call George, please," I said. "I'm going back to your place, grabbing my stuff and head back to my place. How many times are we going to do this, V? I know how you feel about me but I can't keep doing this. Whenever something doesn't work out with a guy, I come back to you...you always welcome me back with open arms. I know there's a connection and feel the connection and holy shit is it strong! You can't keep trying to win me over. You have to stop playing this game."
"Baby....Deppgrl...I'm not playing some game," V said. "I genuinely am in love with you. I want to take you out to dinner, treat you well and show you your worth because you've been hurt by so many jerks. Honey, I am not proposing to you again and I am not trying to force marriage on you....just trying to share with you about how I feel about you."
"Please give me your phone," I said. "I am calling George myself. Hey, George. Hope you didn't go too far. Please take at least me back to the old man's place, I don't care how he gets back. Yeah? Ok, I'll meet you outside. Bye. Vin, I don't care if you come with me or not but this is the end of everything....I will be packing ALL of my shit when I get back to your place. Here's your phone back."
"Deppgrl, please wait." he pleaded as I left the restaurant but I ignored him.
George was waiting for me and had the front passenger door open for me. I got in, he closed the door for me, he hopped in and he sped off. Vin kept calling me. I rolled the window down, tossed my phone out the window and then closed the window. In the morning, I'd get a new phone but I just didn't want to deal with him at the moment. I knew that I hurt him and shut him out - I feel a little bad for that but I don't feel bad for standing up for my boundaries.
George got us to Vin's in no time. He came in with me, helped me grab everything that I'd brought with me, shoving everything we could in my overnight bag and what didn't fit we threw in a large garbage bag. George's phone rang; I heard him sigh but he answered.
"Vince, she doesn't want to talk to you," George explained. "I've been driving the both of you for a long time; I've seen and heard a ton of shit that I didn't want to and a ton of it kinda scarred me. For life. She loves you too but you're laying it on way to fucking thick plus you're not respecting her boundaries. She threw her phone out of the window, dude."
I left the room but I still could hear George's voice but I was unable to understand what he's saying. What I did know was that he has my back. I was just so fed up and annoyed that I didn't hear George come into the room.
"Do you have everything?" he asked.
"I do," I said. "Look, I am annoyed, tired, cranky and all that stuff. Since I tossed my phone and I know that you're concerned about me....you're more than welcome to follow me home."
"I am definitely following you home and I will make sure that you get in your building safely," he said. "I'll help you carry your stuff to your car."
I found my keys, took Vin's spare key off of my key ring and we left. George was right on my tail and I am glad he was. I knew and trusted that he’d take care of me and my safety. It wasn’t a long drive to which George was thankful; he knew that the last few days have been a little rough emotionally.
“You’ll be ok, right?” George asked me. “Want me to get someone for you like your brother?”
“I’m fine. Please tell my brother that I’m ok and safe; I’ve got no plans to hurt or unalive myself,” I said. “Also, please tell him to turn around and go home.”
“Will do, kiddo,” he said as he kissed my cheek . “I don’t think that he’ll listen. I’m off. Please lock up after I leave.”
George and I hugged before he left. He was a good man and I would’ve loved for him to be a part of my family. I locked up as I promised him; all 5 locks. And no, Vin no longer has a key. My brother didn’t stop by but I did email him before going to bed.
I stripped, washed my face, took out my contacts and went to bed. Before I fell asleep, I logged into the school’s absence management app to call out for the morning for a mental health morning. Within a few minutes, I received several emails from my administrators to see how I was as they’re aware of my anxiety and depression. I replied to each email stating that I was fine but had a rough weekend and that I’d see my therapist in the morning before heading to work. They all replied that they were happy that I was taking care of my mental health and that they’re proud of me for doing so.
I went to bed and fell asleep immediately. I woke up at my normal time, got ready for work and got my computer ready for a Zoom appointment with my therapist. As I was waiting, I scooped myself some ice cream and sat down on my couch.
As I finished my ice cream, my therapist popped up on my screen. We spoke for an hour and a half about the weekend, the SRO and Vince. My therapist said that I’m strong and that she’s proud of me for getting through tough times.
We got off the meeting and I started packing up my stuff for work. I was both excited and nervous to work; the SRO would - clearly - be there. I’m hoping that we won’t see each other and that if we do, I’d hope it wasn’t awkward. Knowing me, it most likely would.
I left about 20 minutes before I needed to as I needed to go to the phone store to get another one. The second I walked in, all the staff could do was roll their eyes and laughed. I said that my phone was smashed into smithereens due to an accidental drop. They definitely knew better! I picked out a phone as they accessed my account.
Because I’d been a loyal customer of the company for 10 years, they knocked off most of the fees and charges and taxes. I only had to shell out $15 which wasn’t too bad considering the cost of cell phones these days. They helped me set up my phone and then I was out the door.
When I got to work, I had a text from V. He - as usual - was long winded in the text. I sighed as I opened the text. Apparently, he got a lift home from his friend of a friend (after paying him a large sum of money for use and non use of the restaurant) and George was there. The two of them had a super long talk about what happened, the lack of respect of my boundaries, etc. V said that he just wanted to apologize to me.
As I walked into the school, I replied to his text with “Ok.” and left it at that. I checked my mailbox and headed to the classroom where I needed to be. Until I heard his voice.
“I got you some coffee,” the voice said. “I’m so sorry for the weekend.”
“I hope you mean that,” I whispered as a student walked by, taking the coffee that the SRO offered. “What did your wife have to say? She want a divorce?”
“She knew from the first time we were together,” he said. “I don’t know how but she knew. When I got home after you left, I told her everything and showed her my hickies and bites. She showed me the divorce papers and I signed them. I’ll be moving the rest of my clothes out when she and the kids are out.”
“She’s a smart woman,” I said. “Women just know when their partner isn’t faithful. I’m glad she knows and that she had divorce papers. She actually texted me for the number a good divorce attorney. I need to go.”
I let myself into the classroom and all the kids screamed my name out of excitement. I greeted them all by name and they settled down. The rest of the day went smoothly. I checked my mailbox one more time before leaving. I didn’t have anything but I heard the SRO clear his throat. I looked up at him. He pulled me into the corner and kissed me hard, parting my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth and deepened the kiss. We heard the door open and close so we jumped apart.
“That’s wear I found the keys to your handcuffs,” I said.
“Thanks. Have a great afternoon,” he said as he winked.
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