1. I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 3


    Date: 8/29/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

    spent many hours together over the past two years. “Chuck, I’m sure we will meet again in Heaven. Eternity is a very long time so I’m sure Toni and I will find plenty of imaginative ways to share you. Good-bye, my darling. I wouldn’t trade my life with you for anything. Only one more promise, sweetheart—love and care for Toni as you have loved and cared for me. I have loved you since we first met and I will love you forever.” She brought her hand to her lips and blew a kiss to me. I cried again even though I had promised Lizzie that I wouldn’t. Pastor Robertson invited everyone present to Fred’s Bar and Grill for a celebration of Lizzie’s life. Toni, Beth, David and I followed him out the door where we met and thanked all who had come, asking them to join us at Fred’s. The food was great and the booze flowed like water—so much that Beth who was underage had to drive us home. We slept in Sunday morning and, despite our hangovers, we all went out for a wonderful Sunday brunch. We ate plenty—omelets, boiled shrimp, prime rib, and baked Virginia ham among other things—but drank only iced tea, pausing repeatedly to toast the finest woman ever to live. We were in the car on the way home when Toni asked if we could meet with her parents the following Saturday. Of course, we agreed so she phoned her mother on her cell. “Hello, Mama…yes, it has been a while, but I’ll explain everything next Saturday when you meet my new family. Yes, Mama—I’m getting married to a wonderful man who has ...
    two incredible children, one in college and one in law school. I have to go now. We’ll see you Saturday afternoon. Let’s go out to eat at that little Italian place you like. Make reservations for six--early enough for us to get the train home afterwards. Bye.” “That seemed kind of rushed.” Toni laughed. “I thought you’d notice. My parents and I don’t get along too well. Hell—we don’t get along at all. They pressured me into marrying Mario, my first husband. He had all the right credentials—Italian, Catholic, and owned his own business, a real estate agency. What they either missed or forgot to mention was that he was screwing several of his agents at the same time he was having sex with me. He gave me Chlamydia. I gave him the boot. A year after we split he was still philandering and wound up HIV-positive. My parents begged me not to divorce him. I would be excommunicated and they would be disgraced. My priest told me not to worry about it. He’s a bit on the liberal side and he told me that adultery and giving me an STD were justifiable grounds for an annulment. “Anyway, things have been strained between us since.” I never could leave well-enough alone. “I wonder what will happen when you introduce three Methodists to them.” “I think,” Toni began with a laugh, “that you’re going to convert. You have a better attendance rate than most of the parishioners, not that I really care. You’re plenty good enough for me—that’s all I care about.” She leaned across the console to kiss my ...
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