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Date: 6/9/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Black, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Death, Female solo, Interracial, Male Solo, Masturbation, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

than you. How pathetic is that?!?” She angrily accused him. “No, I’m not jealous.” Bill said in a calm manner. He stood in front of Michelle, looking at the scrapbook. He slowly opened it near the back, where most of the pictures of her and Ulysses were. “Him? You’re jealous of him? There is nothing going on between us! He’s just a coworker!” Bill sighed, turning around to face his dresser. “Maybe there should be,” Bill softly said. “Should be? What are you saying?” Michelle asked, her face filled with shock. “Look at you. Look at him. Now look at me,” he said, turning back around to face Michelle, placing a hand on his chest. “I can’t compete with that.” “I don’t understand. What are you saying? Are you saying I should be having an affair with him because he’s great shape or something?” Michelle asked. Bill stood there, looking down at the opened pages of the scrapbook. “I’m not Nikki, Bill!” Michelle said, referring to Bill’s ex-wife, who cheated on him several different times. “I know. But I’m nothing, a nobody. I can’t please you in bed and any decent looks I had have faded. Maybe I’m not what you need anymore. Maybe I’m not good enough. Perhaps you’re better off…” Bill said, before turning around to look away from Michelle. “Are you…I don’t get it.” Michelle said, looking down at the scrapbook in her lap. “I gotta go.” Bill said, double checking to make sure he keys were in his pocket. “No! Wait, don’t go.” Michelle said, closing the scrapbook and laying it on the bed, ... chasing after Bill. “Please don’t go,” she pleaded, placing her hands on his shoulders. “I need to, I have a class tonight to prepare for.” “Bill, we can work this out. We can go to counseling, we don’t have to go through this, I still love you, please don’t go!” Michelle begged him, trying to keep in from leaving. He brushed her off and made his way to his car. She watched him drive off, out of sight. Michelle was thoroughly confused. She asked herself over and over again, why would Bill want her to be with Ulysses? Was his self esteem so low that he felt he didn’t deserve her? Her mind was reeling as she walked back to the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, shaking her head, fighting back tears. She didn’t want to get a divorce. She wanted Bill and her to go to counseling first. This was all too much to deal with. Sighing, she lay back on the bed, and closed her eyes. “I love you Michelle. I always have,” a naked Ulysses said as he ran his hands through Michelle’s hair. She woke up; gasping for air before the memory of her argument she had with Bill earlier in the evening returned. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked over at the opened scrapbook she placed on the bed earlier. She reached over to grab it, sitting it on her lap, examining each page. A small smile came across her face when she came to a photo of her and Ulysses smiling at each other on a beach. She turned a page and saw a photo of Ulysses picking her up in a swimming pool. She turned the page ...