1. Sleep of the Guilty


    Date: 2/15/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: marlowe, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    pack she lit them both and offered him one of the cigarettes. He raised his hand at the offending weed. “No thanks, Sandra. I don’t…” Before he could finish a thin smile tugged at her lips. “I know you don’t, but this is probably a good time to start.” They talked for a while, mainly about her volatile relationship living with Jimmy. Sandra said that his arrogance and uncaring attitude was the main reason which ultimately led to her affair with the faceless coward in the fast car. She confessed that when she found out Jimmy was playing around with other women she felt used and humiliated. She said there was one occasion when she overheard Jimmy telling Frank that he wouldn’t let a wedding ring get in the way of a good fuck. In a nervous voice she told him that Jimmy had knocked her down so often there were times when she thought she would never get up again. After searching his face, hoping to see a trace of understanding she sighed and pulled on her cigarette, her voice choking back anger and pain. “The act of infidelity and the danger it brings seems to be so exhilarating at the time,” she declared, through a fog of smoke. “We try to convince ourselves that it’s nothing more than two people having a bit of fun, trying to bring a little excitement into their dull lives.” Wiping a tear from her eye, she forced a smile. “Love sometimes demands that we take risks, but we all know life is never that simple.” Rolling the car window down just enough to drop his cigarette through ...
    the gap, he couldn’t stop thinking about his eventual encounter with Jimmy and the inevitable outcome for Sandra when he offers his explanation about his wife’s unfaithful conduct. A long silence of suffocating uneasiness consumed the air before Sandra’s questioning voice broke the apprehension. “That’s the first time I’ve fucked with an audience,” she whispered, raising both eyebrows, her serious face growing into a surreptitious smile. “Were you having a wank in the boot?” she mockingly asked, the boldness of her statement sweeping away the tension, changing the mood to cheerful laughter. The cheerful mood quickly faded into an apprehensive silence. In the claustrophobia of disquiet he casually cleared a layer of condensation from the inside of the glass and glanced at his watch. He was surprised to see it was only eleven thirty. A voice of caution broke the silence. “I won’t say anything, if you don’t Mark... We don’t have to tell him anything. Fuck Jimmy,” she said, fumbling nervously with a packet of cigarettes. “We both know he’s nothing but a fucking arsehole,” she added, nibbling on a finger nail and handing him another cigarette, all the time staring into his eyes to gauge his reaction. “What… I... I don’t understand... What will I say?” he stuttered, choking back a lump in his throat, his eyes seeking reassurance. “What will I say when he eventually opens the car boot to let me out?” Sandra chose her words carefully. “It’s simple,” she said, reassuringly. “You just ...
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