“Gideon, we…” It’s a little too late for protest since he’s already buried balls deep in my pussy but for the sake of trying to convince myself that I tried to tear myself away from a married man, I let the words fall from my lips anyway. But as I speak them, as I try to tell him we can’t, his eyes become more aflame than before and placing his arms underneath my armpits he begins to lift me up and down on top of his cock. I can feel my pussy tightening and I know that any minute now I’m going to cum. Gideon opens his mouth and with almost a snarl on his lips he thrusts in short sharp motions and as my pussy begins to squeeze him tighter I feel him filling me with his cum. He fills me until his cock stops throbbing and then lifting me off him he sets me down on my feet, and grabbing his clothes he walks out of the bedroom.
I grab my clothes out of the large closet, leaving my dress in a pile on the bedroom floor and I head to the bathroom. Quickly I stuff myself in to my clothes and hurriedly throw the contents of the clutch to my purse, secure my house keys and am still cramming my feet in to my shoes as I walk towards the bedroom door. As I head in to the living room I find Gideon on the sectional sofa in a t-shirt and a pair of slacks, his arms spread across its back and a glass of amber liquid in one hand. He looks at me, his eyes begging me to stay.
“You’re leaving then?” Had he really thought that a last minute fuck would make me stay? I had imagined he would say something much more grandiose, offered a gesture of his undying love, begged me to stay with promises to leave his wife. I got no such gesture.
“Yes, I need to get home, I have to work in the morning and it’s getting late.” He lets out a long sigh and turns his eyes to the whiskey glass in his hand. “Thank you for…an enlightening evening, Gideon” I wanted to say lovely but there was certainly nothing lovely about the way this evening was ending. I head for the door, walking slowly, offering one last chance for him to beg me to stay.
As the doors to the elevator close however, I realize that there will be no begging. There will be no staying.
Down in the reception Joanna gives me a smile and unable to hold it in anymore I blurt out my goodbyes between sobs. She looks mortified, not knowing what to do she offers me a box of tissues and taking a handful I turn on my heel and head for the big glass doors.
The drive home is torturous, I blast Total Eclipse of the Sun as loud as my stereo will go and sing at the top of my lungs between hiccupping sobs. Over and over in my head I ask myself what I could have done differently to make him want me to stay, to make him leave his wife for me. I felt like such an idiot, falling for a married man, going back even after I knew that he was married. Getting sucked in to his sexual appetite, his lust, his…everything. I hope to God that Allison isn’t there when I get home because I want nothing more than to curl up in bed with a bucket of ice cream. The last thing I need is to recap my incredible failure of a relationship to someone who will almost certainly tell me to go back to him with my tail between my legs because after all, I wasn’t looking for a husband was I?
To my dismay however, when I get home, Allison is parked on the living room sofa, her hand in a bucket of popcorn and her eyes glued to the TV screen. I wonder whether it would be possible to sneak past her and go straight to my room but no sooner do I wonder than she has paused the TV and turned to me for a news report.#p#分页标题#e#
“OH HONEY!” She sees the mascara running down my cheeks and my red puffy eyes, she’d have to be blind not to. I try to wave her off, act like it’s nothing but with the first wave of my hand the tears start again. “What happened? Come here!” She pats the sofa next to her and sets the popcorn on the coffee table.
“I…I…I…” I don’t even know where to begin.
“What is it?” She puts her hand on my arm, “what did that asshole do?”
“He’s married!” I blurt out between sobs.
“But…I thought we already knew that?” Allison is confused and rightfully so.
“But I don’t want to be the slut on the side! I want to be the wife; I want to be the girlfriend. I just want to be something other than the other woman!” My head is pounding and with each word my headache just gets worse.
“Well honey, you know what I say to that?” I look at her, “Fuck it. You’re too good for him anyway.” I want not to care, I want to say fuck it, but I don’t want to lose Gideon Lambert, my Ricky.