Homerun2611
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It was shocking how little my wife understood me. I had taken Penny not to enjoy her as I had earlier, but to some way demean her, as she had demeaned me. You can do lots of things to me, and I would be okay, fine even. It was never the money, I knew how easy I could make money, and I knew better than anyone how little true satisfaction it brought. Crash one of my cars, over indulge and throw up and destroy expensive orientals, or fall down and break ming vases. Lose your temper and call me any name you want. Hell hit me, stab me, shoot me. But do not, do not, use my feelings for you to take advantage of me.
I had genuine feelings for so few, cared for so very little. I had learned those lessons well growing up. I had heard my mother tell her friend how I was a mistake. She blamed me as the reason Dad left her, with no acknowledgement of her cocaine problem, or how Father had walked in one afternoon and found her blowing our neighbor and his best friend in order to supply her habit. I had worked my ass off to become independent so I would never have to rely on anyone. It had been 20 years since I had seen good old Mom or Dad.
I had married Rose, because she was solid. I had learned to love Rose, and she had been a good partner, but I had only been in love with one woman, and that woman was Penn. I had thought she had a good heart, and somehow, I had convinced myself she was as in love with me, as I was her. That night, that snowy weekend she showed up at our place, had been the most truly magical, incredibly romantic moment of my life. So here I was, face fucking her to demean her only to realize I was only demeaning myself. I looked down and saw the tears on her face, and my body tensed, but it did not cum, it stopped. "I'm done..." I grunted, and I think I shocked Penn more than anyone and I think she understood. She realized, the jig was up. I had gone from worshipping her like a queen, my one unrequited love...to treating her like a whore.
The dynamic was only between us, as I pulled her off my cock. She tried to latch back on, in some act of attrition or recapturing the loss of innocence. Rose was making so much noise as Lance pleasured her, all other eyes were on them. This was a moment between Penn and I alone...and I looked into her eyes...and held her cheeks in my hands...tears were in my eyes too. I whispered down into her tear filled face, "Why Penn? I would have given the money, I would have given you anything...I loved you, really loved you...and you didn't even respect me."
I let her face go, left her kneeling there. I didn't watch Rose, she could have Lance, she could have Caleb, she could have them both together again. I didn't begrudge her, and I probably deserved it. I could only guess she had seen me give her sisters something I had failed to give her for a long time...if ever.
"I guess it's my turn?" I don't know if it was Caleb's cluelessness as to all that was happening, or the meak tone out of such a tremendous body. Whatever, it was funny as hell and I laughed, and laughed hard as I laid back on the lounge chair and grabbed his wife and pulled her beside me. I looked one more time briefly at Penn and our eyes locked, exchanging something, but exactly what I did not know. Suddenly Lily was kissing me, heat and passion echoing from her amazing body. I broke the kiss, but I did want more. I looked at Caleb, "Yes, yes it is your turn...Truth or Dare or Drink?"
I had genuine feelings for so few, cared for so very little. I had learned those lessons well growing up. I had heard my mother tell her friend how I was a mistake. She blamed me as the reason Dad left her, with no acknowledgement of her cocaine problem, or how Father had walked in one afternoon and found her blowing our neighbor and his best friend in order to supply her habit. I had worked my ass off to become independent so I would never have to rely on anyone. It had been 20 years since I had seen good old Mom or Dad.
I had married Rose, because she was solid. I had learned to love Rose, and she had been a good partner, but I had only been in love with one woman, and that woman was Penn. I had thought she had a good heart, and somehow, I had convinced myself she was as in love with me, as I was her. That night, that snowy weekend she showed up at our place, had been the most truly magical, incredibly romantic moment of my life. So here I was, face fucking her to demean her only to realize I was only demeaning myself. I looked down and saw the tears on her face, and my body tensed, but it did not cum, it stopped. "I'm done..." I grunted, and I think I shocked Penn more than anyone and I think she understood. She realized, the jig was up. I had gone from worshipping her like a queen, my one unrequited love...to treating her like a whore.
The dynamic was only between us, as I pulled her off my cock. She tried to latch back on, in some act of attrition or recapturing the loss of innocence. Rose was making so much noise as Lance pleasured her, all other eyes were on them. This was a moment between Penn and I alone...and I looked into her eyes...and held her cheeks in my hands...tears were in my eyes too. I whispered down into her tear filled face, "Why Penn? I would have given the money, I would have given you anything...I loved you, really loved you...and you didn't even respect me."
I let her face go, left her kneeling there. I didn't watch Rose, she could have Lance, she could have Caleb, she could have them both together again. I didn't begrudge her, and I probably deserved it. I could only guess she had seen me give her sisters something I had failed to give her for a long time...if ever.
"I guess it's my turn?" I don't know if it was Caleb's cluelessness as to all that was happening, or the meak tone out of such a tremendous body. Whatever, it was funny as hell and I laughed, and laughed hard as I laid back on the lounge chair and grabbed his wife and pulled her beside me. I looked one more time briefly at Penn and our eyes locked, exchanging something, but exactly what I did not know. Suddenly Lily was kissing me, heat and passion echoing from her amazing body. I broke the kiss, but I did want more. I looked at Caleb, "Yes, yes it is your turn...Truth or Dare or Drink?"