1. Former Playboy Playmates Part 4: Julianne’s Depression


    Date: 7/2/2016, Categories: Fiction, Black, Blowjob, Cheating, Female solo, Hardcore, Interracial, Male / Female Teens, Male/Female, Masturbation, Threesome, Toys, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    the couch, still in her towel. She woke a couple hours later. She tried calling TJ once more – no answer. Getting off the couch, heading to bed, she noticed Joanne’s car was gone from their driveway. She tried reaching TJ several times the next day. She was a nervous wreck, feeling as though this situation might put a damper on her sex life with TJ, immediately feeling guilt at her own selfishness afterward. Perhaps, she wondered, he was helping Joanne get through this ordeal. A week went by, Julianne never heard from TJ or Tony. She was starting to feel lonely again. She tried calling TJ, finally getting an answer, asking him if everyone was ok, and explaining she witnessed some of the event. TJ was solemn in his answers, saying he had to help Joanne and is watching over her. He confirmed that she caught Tony having sex with Joanne’s twin girls. TJ apologized to Julianne for her having to witness some of it and told her he needed to focus on helping Joanne. Another week passed. Julianne’s house felt colder, she felt colder, she also felt more tired, and her back ached. It was close to Christmas now. Joanne’s house was still empty, she had no idea where Tony was and TJ hadn’t contacted her again. Julianne was sleeping late, never bothering to bathe on the weekends, not caring. She wondered if she’d hear from her son when Christmas arrived, maybe she’d get a card from him or he’s stop by for a quick visit like last year. It ...
    was 11:30am on a December Saturday morning. Julianne, like always, didn’t want to get out of bed. She sighed, pulling the covers off her body, yawning, stretching, and making her way to the kitchen. She poured herself some coffee from yesterday morning, not bothering to make a new batch, warming it up in the microwave, not caring. Plopping down on the couch, Julianne stared blankly out the front window of her home, focusing on nothing, not even noticing the kids riding their new bikes they most likely for Christmas on the sidewalk. She sniffed, sipping her coffee, yawning once more. She had to go to the grocery store in a little while. She had been putting it off as much as possible, her need for food growing too large to procrastinate any longer. She hoped she wouldn’t run into anyone she knew, cursing herself for not going near closing time when hardly any customers were there. The previous night she fell asleep earlier than her usual 10pm bedtime, missing her window of opportunity. Her thoughts went back to “it” – the night she witnessed her husband with another woman, feeling empathy for poor Joanne, feeling guilt for participating in a husband’s cheating, cursing herself for being no better than her ex. Finishing her coffee she felt, more than anything, loneliness and despair. Things were back to normal. The end. ***There will be a second story with Julianne. It will feature her son. He may be able to end her depression.***
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