1. I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1


    Date: 6/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Mature, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    capabilities. We’d purchased long-term care insurance a few years ago fortunately because having Lizzie there is terribly expensive. Of course, I’d make any sacrifice for her.” “I believe you would. I can see how much you love her even after all the years together.” “Not ‘even after,’ Toni—‘because of’…because of all the years we’d spent together.” I paused for a few minutes when our soup arrived. “This is pretty good,” Toni told me. “I never would have expected…you know, in a place like this.” “All bars in New York have to serve food—it’s the law. Some just serve sandwiches and burgers, but others like this one actually have a real chef in the kitchen.” Our dinners arrived a few minutes later so I delayed telling about the heavy stuff until we were done. I continued once Toni had laid her knife and fork across the plate. I had finished sooner, the result, I had often told Lizzie, of dining in my fraternity where fast eaters were often rewarded with seconds. “Dessert,” I asked. “No, thank you; I’ve already eaten too much. Thank you for dinner; it was really quite good.” “You’re welcome. I guess you know how glad I am for the company. Shall I continue?” I did once she nodded. “I had to take a few days off to get everything settled. It’s hard for me to take time from work during the school year. The work just piles up and the problems are only put off until I return. Luckily, the superintendent is a really good guy. His uncle had Alzheimer’s so he’s very sympathetic. It was ...
    Thursday by the time I had all the paperwork and insurance straightened out. I dressed her and fed her breakfast, taking time to wipe her face after almost every spoonful. She didn’t know me and didn’t respond to anything I said. “I knew then that she was lost to me…maybe forever. I only knew that I would treasure every moment I was able to spend with her. After breakfast I drove her to the home, bawling every second. That must be a common occurrence; the staff never mentioned a word. I wanted to stay with her, but the nurse said it would be best if I left. I walked into school just after ten. Even the biggest asshole kids knew enough to stay out of my way. I felt that my heart had been ripped from my body—I still do. “I go to visit her every afternoon in the hope that she’ll recognize me, but she doesn’t. She sometimes asks me, ‘Do I know you?’ I tell her I’m her husband and she tells me she’s too young to be married. She’s only twelve, after all. Those are the good days. She’s like a zombie on the others—totally unresponsive. Those are the days when I pray I’d had the courage to kill her…to strangle the life from her body just so she’d be free of this.” “What about you? Wouldn’t you be free, too?” “Me? No…I’ll never be free. This will haunt me until the day I die. I went home after seeing her this afternoon and remembered her telling me about something under her bras. I went to our bedroom, opened her underwear drawer and found these.” I reached into my jacket pocket, removing ...
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