I want this so bad….I want to make love to a woman….but I want that woman to be my wife.We have so many plans together….I want to grow old by her side,all my days and all my nights….I want Abby to be the mother of my children..no matter how hard I try,I can’t picture myself with anyone else but now…I feel scared…. I’m going to ruin everything…. I’m going to cause Abby so much pain.
I can’t think straight….my head’s in a jumbled mess,my breathing is erratic and I’m afraid this vixen would ruin my life but I can’t help myself.
I’m no saint… I just want a woman….my dick and my subconscious mind aren’t helping matters as they both want me to have a good time with Clara.
I think I’m about to kiss her when I heard the sound of Abby’s car pulling into the parking lot.
I quickly backed away from Clara.
“We can still do this tonight, I’ll be waiting for you in my room”She said and walked away, seductively.
I hurry up to my bedroom,took my clothes and got into the shower.
I thought that might cool down my hard-on but it doesn’t.
I placed my hand against the wall and reflect on myself.If Abby hadn’t gotten home, I can’t deny this,I
I leaned against the wall.I’m so disoriented…. Clara’s making me so disoriented.
I need help!
It’s 8:pm,I didn’t go down for dinner because I can’t bear to see Clara.And now, nothing is cooling down my libido. I am at war with myself….Clara is expecting me to be at her bedroom tonight….I don’t want to go but a bigger part of me wants to go.
Abby walked into the bedroom from the shower with just a robe around her body.
This is what I need right now! I need her…. she’s the only one who can make me overcome this temptation.
In what felt like seconds, I’m approaching her hurriedly.
I don’t care if she finds my actions strange.
I just want her…I don’t want to have sex with Clara…I don’t want to have sex with any other woman….my future’s bright with Abby….I don’t want to ruin that.
I grabbed her in a burning hold and twirled her around to face me….and then I’m kissing her, hungrily….I am hungry for her.
She tries to wriggle out of my embrace but I tighten my grip on her.
I’m aware I shouldn’t force myself on her but I don’t feel like I have any other choice.
She broke off the kiss.
“What’s wrong with you,Dave? Leave me alone!”
“Just let me make love to you,baby… please”I said rubbing my erection against her.”I’m so fucking hard for you…you used to want me ardently too, should I check if that’s still true”
As if a switch had been flicked,the tension disappeared and I moved back.
I don’t like being called a Neanderthal or being reduced to such caveman responses.
“Is there anything primitive about me wanting to have sex with my wife?No tell me,what is wrong with that?”I asked.
She looked away.
I have always prided myself of being able to know what Abby felt or what she was thinking but the woman in front of me seem so foreign.
“What happened to us,Abby?Is this still about my friends, I’m not hanging out with them anymore, I’m not cheating on you…I don’t know what to do anymore?Why can’t you just believe me.I need my wife back….. I need the Abby who believes in me…I need the Abby who I can’t keep secrets from…I need the Abby who I can communicate freely with…who wouldn’t use my words against me.What went wrong? I still love you,I still want to spend my life with you….Just tell me…what happened to us?”
She doesn’t say anything and I just stand there feeling like a moron.
Then my eyes caught something in the drawer behind her.I’m hoping it’s not what I think it is so I walked closer to it and then… behold…. it’s a dildo!
I’m angry now… I’m seeing red as I turned back to face her.
Seriously?A dildo?She prefers a dildo over me now.
I’m not okay… I’m at work each day trying to get rid of my hard-on simply because my wife won’t let me touch her and her best friend has made it her life mission to make me have sex with her.
I’m not okay at all,and while I’m struggling myself…my darling wife is happy getting release from a fucking dildo.
I don’t know what to say to her, I’m angry but I’m more angry with myself because I can’t say mean things to her…I don’t want to hurt her with my words…I don’t want to make her cry.
Why the hell would I still be thinking about hurting her while I’m being torn apart inside.
I grabbed my car keys and leave the house.I need to be away from this house…away from these two women who are bent on frustrating me to the core.
Now,the only thing I can think of is to drink.
I know I shouldn’t.
But as soon as the liquor goes down my throat.
I’m gulping down bottles after bottles.
I don’t know how much I drank but I can’t see clearly anymore and I just want to sleep.
With the way he stormed out of the house,I know Abby has hurt him.My heart ached because of that.
Why can’t he just leave her?
What’s so special about Abby? I followed him out of the house,he drove off before I got to the garage.
I immediately boarded a car which followed him.
He needs to see that I’m willing to be at his beck and call.
He doesn’t need Abby.
I watched him get terribly drunk.
Jeez!Abby was going to be the death of him.
But I won’t allow that.
Soon,I think his body can’t take any more alcohol because he’s resting his head on the table.
I stood up and walked up to his table then I sat beside him.
“Dave, it’s time to go”I said shaking him vigorously.
He slowly lifted up his head.
“Uh….uh… Vixen”He slurred.
I smiled, dryly.I would be his vixen…his submissive vixen.
“You’re drunk, let’s go”
“I…. I’m not drunk and I’m… I’m going anywhere with you.You…you think I have watched too many movies like this with Abby…. when the man is slightly intoxicated and then…the vixen uses that against him.No! I’m not falling for that,I’d prefer to sleep right here than to go anywhere with you”He declared,drunkily.
My fists clenched,why was he still fighting this?
“I can’t just leave you here Dave,your wife obviously doesn’t care about you.I can…”
“Sh….she does. I can never be with you….I can’t hurt Abby, she’s too precious to me”
Pain ripped through my heart,even at his drunken state, he still adores her.
I allow him drink so more…I want his system to be filled with alcohol and he wouldn’t know when I’ll take him out of this place.
And truly he doesn’t, about an hour later,I booked a hotel room and immediately,we got to the door,he passed out.
I managed to drag him into the room then make him lie on the bed.
Slowly,I started to undress him.
🤔🤔🤔 is Dave safe?