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Snow Plowed

Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Incest, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

Dee’s reference to Custer’s Last Stand went through my mind and I checked on the whereabouts of any knives. “What the fuck is this about?” she asked in a curt tone. “A surprise dinner for my wife,” I answered calmly and sweetly, “Something wrong with that?” She was silent, looking a bit stunned for a moment. “Thanks, Dave, but…” she began. “Why not join me and we can talk about it?” I cut in. “No. No, I’m not playing some game you’ve cooked up. I expected it to be Alexi.” “That’s kind of what I had in mind. I figured if my name was on it, we might not even make it this far. Now, would you like some wine? I picked a Chablis which, I recall, is a favorite of yours.” Still cold, still fuming, my wife sat down as I poured the wine. It was a rather silent dinner but the fact that she stayed seemed a slight positive. My attempts at flirting or discussing my feelings and concerns went nowhere, though. By the end, her face had softened to a slight smile and there was an unexpected warmth in her eyes. “Thank you, David,” Angie finally said in a quieter, friendlier voice, “I’m sorry for my reaction when I arrived but you’re not who I was expecting or wanting. I’m sorry. I have to go call Alexi.” I responded sadly, “I know. Have a good evening. See you when you get back.” “I’m not sure I will,” she responded, “He’s talking about me moving in with him and staying here.” “What about your job?” “The office here wants me badly so I’m sure Jim will okay the transfer.” I was running out of ... straws to grasp so I let go. “Goodbye then. Just let me know if and when you’ll be back.” “I will, Dave. Bye.” And then Angie was gone and I was left fighting back a mix of rage and sorrow. *** I didn’t even call Dee when I got back to the hotel. Just slipped out of my suit and into my sleep attire of a t-shirt and boxers before collapsing on the bed. After a while, I turned on the room’s clock radio and found a station I liked to fill the emptiness. I wished the emptiness inside me could be filled as easily. I barely heard the knock on the door and ignored it the first time. After a second, clearer knock, I realized that it was probably Dee. As I got up from the bed to let her in, the thought that it could be Angie possessed me but that passed when I realized that she had no idea where I was staying. A quick glance through the peephole dispersed any lingering hope on that front. It was definitely Dee. “Hi, Dee,” I said softly as I opened the door. “Hey there. You’re here alone so I’m figuring it didn’t go well.” “No, it didn’t. She warmed up a bit towards the end but still went off to see him. Alexi is his name.” I sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. Dee walked over to me. Her hand lightly caressed my face, a gesture that could have been sympathetic or erotic. My mind took it as the former but a little thrill from between my legs suggested my body thought otherwise. “Want me to stay a while?” she asked with a smile. “I’d like the company.” “What can I do to make you feel ...