1. Fidelity Ch 01


    Date: 9/24/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: timojen, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Author's note : This is a followup to Butterfly Effects. I didn't like how the second chapter of that story played out, so I hid it and rewrote it from scratch. Laura has reasons for doing what she did and I wanted to do Laura's story right. Now it seems it will take a novella to get it right. I hope you like it. “Look, last night did not go like I planned,” I said to Matthew, who sat across the breakfast table from me. The picture of domestic bliss we would appear to anyone looking in the big kitchen window from our backyard. In fact, we were a wreck and I’d wrecked us. The ruins of the breakfast he’d prepared lay on the tiny round kitchen table between us. We’d wolfed it down in tense silence. I picked a hard bacon crumb off my plate, waiting. Matthew’s calm, placid visage left me no clues of what to expect next. “You didn’t plan on getting caught with two dicks in you?” He said, evenly. “Or you didn’t plan on the consequences?” The ‘consequences’ had been rather spectacularly rough. After Matthew threw the two boys out, he gave me what I deserved and then some. The surprise, for me, was how thrilling it all was. Servicing two cocks like a whore while I knew Matthew watched from hiding, getting ‘discovered’, the horrifying first moments we were alone afterward all led up to some of the best, and surely the roughest, sex of our marriage. It was all completely new and thrilling. A glorious night, on balance. There was just the problem of my indiscretion and Matthew’s cool ...
    anger. “I expected you to catch me with the one dick in me.” I cringed, then tried to make light of it. “Mm, that sounded worse out loud.” Matthew’s repulsion was physical, I might as well have slapped him. “I can be flippant too,” he said, finally. “Does a number different than ‘mine’ matter?” “You’re right, but it’s also the truth,” I said, more serious now. It was a fact. Matthew digested that for a moment. I could see his mouth working as he considered one question or a comment, swallowed it and considered the next tasting his words before speaking them, a trait both endearing and maddening. “Is this some cruel, scorched earth way of ending our marriage?” He looked confused, as if the only possible reason for my behavior was to end it. Nothing was further from True. “I love being married to you.” Both true and a fact. “You’re wonderful.” “Then why...” he couldn’t seem to finish his question. “You crushed my heart.” My heart lifted in perverse delight at his pain. No, that’s not right. My heart swooned that he cared enough to be in pain in the first place. “Let me uncrush it,” I said. “No. You don’t get to fix this.” “Matthew,” I pleaded quietly. “Tell me everything you did… just tell me.” “Um,” where to start? I had an idea of how to explain all of this, but he wouldn’t believe the truth. “OK, a few months ago...” “You’ve been fucking them for months!” Matthew said, half out of his chair. “ Ew , God, no.” I cowered from him. He sat back, mollified. “Uh, a few months ago I ...
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