1. Shoulder to cry on


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Cheating, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Mature, Oral Sex, Author: Ren Dhark, Rating: 92.2, Source: sexstories.com

    I was 23, married with a baby, and serving in the armed forces. Not a good combination. My wife was 22, unhappy with being tied down by a baby, and lonely whenever I was away - which was often. So it shouldn't have come as a surprise, when I returned home after six weeks on manoeuvres, to find the house empty. Wife gone - kid gone - a pile of unpaid bills on the kitchen-table - and (although I wasn't to find out for a few days,) the bank-account cleaned out. There was also a short note. Something about her having flown home to her parents. I was devastated. I had really been looking forward to my homecoming - to see my little Princess again, to hold my wife in my arms. To release six weeks of accumulated frustration.... Well - what does a guy do, when he's hurt, angry, and frustrated? Yup - heads straight for the Southern Comfort bottle. At some point, I'd had too much to drink, to think coherently - but not enough to be anesthetized. At which point, the loneliness in my empty home became unbearable. Who knows, which Imp was sitting on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. But - out of all the possible choices I had - I decided to jump in my car and drive to Paul and Lynn's. Of course, I shouldn't have been driving at all. And to drop in on a Couple unannounced - after 8pm - was also a bit rude. They were really my wife's friends. I'd only met them at the occasional barbeque. But of course, I wasn't thinking all too clearly. Paul was also in the Service - totally different ...
    branch from mine. A big man, getting close to 50. I'd never taken much notice of Lynn. She was about ten years younger than Paul. A mousy little thing, with a worn face, bad hair, and a little paunch. Not my type at all. Well - I made it to their place without any mishap, parked by the kerb, and shuffled up to their door. Ding-dong. At this point, I finally realised that I had no reason to be there. What was I going to say? "Hi - I'm feeling sorry for myself - care to share my misery?" Jeez - maybe I can get out of here, before they answer the door. I quickly turned around, took four paces towards the street, and then the door opened. "Alan - is that you?" Crap! Now what do I do? "Hi Lynn. I didn't realize it was so late, or I wouldn't have bothered you." She was wearing a tattered white bathrobe and worn slippers. And clearly hadn't expected company to drop in. But she peered at me and said, "Have you been drinking?" "Uh - just a couple. I'm alright. I'll get out of your hair now." "I think, you better come in. I'll get dressed, drive you home, and Julie can bring me back." "Yeah, well. Thanks. But that would be a longish drive." "Just come in - I'm getting cold." I hesitated some more - but I really was not enthusiastic about going back home to my cold, empty bed. So I followed Lynn into the living-room and sat on the sofa. "I'd offer you a drink, but maybe an orange-juice would be better.", and she disappeared into the kitchen. The TV was on - with the volume off. I leaned ...
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