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It didn’t take much convincing to get Alberto to join us back at our towel after the two bullies went their own way, finding themselves low on ammunition. Gina was more insistent that he join us than I was, though I certainly didn’t mind. I laid back on the towel to resume my tanning while Gina and Alberto became acquainted. Gina was quietly flirting with him, clearly interested in our new friend on a purely physical level. In the mean time, I let my mind wander to our kiss. He hadn’t been as passionate or as skilled as R, but it had been more personal. Maybe it was just because I knew Alberto’s name, but R’s kiss was beautifully urgent and filled with lust, like something out of a movie, but Alberto’s had been phenomenally real, searching for meaning and fulfillment. Like apples and oranges, there was no way for me to say which one I enjoyed more. There was definitely an allure to Alberto’s style that left me longing to explore it further.
Gina apparently felt the same. As my mind wandered back from being lost in thought, I noticed the sound of her whispered conversations with Alberto had died out. Lazily, I opened my eyes and looked in their direction to find Gina sampling Alberto’s skills for herself. He was flat on his back with Gina straddling over him, her lithe frame, taller than him by several inches, hunched over to meet his lips while grinding her crotch against his. One of her impressive breasts was free of her top and was being eagerly explored by our new friend. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. As they continued, completely oblivious to me watching, I took a quick glance around to make sure we weren’t about to be interrupted. There were people within eyeshot, but no one close enough to be able to tell exactly what we were doing. To the casual observer, we were just a couple sunbathers enjoying a day on the beach. Satisfied, I looked back to the two lovers. Alberto tweaked Gina’s nipple, causing her to squeak into their kiss, and I could remember the feeling of R’s finger’s on mine. I placed my hand between my legs, still over my light bottom and allowed my fingers to move over the smooth fabric in small circles. I was already wet, a combination of the earlier kiss and the spectacle unfolding in front of me. For a moment, it felt like we were back in college. Gina was with some random guy while I tried desperately to catch a glimpse. Unlike college, though, I no longer had to be stealthy about it. Gina knew how I felt, how I was, and she didn’t care. I could be as obvious as I wanted to be, so I made no effort to stifle my moans or hide the movement as I slid my hand inside my bikini bottoms. Sliding my fingers along my moist pussy was still a new sensation to me, though I was looking forward to exploring all aspects of it. How would Frank react to me bringing a toy at home, I wondered. Compared to how he’s probably reacting to the news that his wife is a cheating slut, I reasoned. I knew that one transgression didn’t make me a slut, but with my fingers busy between my legs, watching Gina and Alberto just feet from me, I knew there was no way I could stop at just one.
A particularly loud moan as I slid one finger inside myself caught their attention, and both Gina and Alberto stopped what they were doing to look to me, Gina smiled wide to see me in such a sinful state, while Alberto was awestruck. I sheepishly pulled my hand from under my bottoms and wiped it on the towel. Gina started to say something, but came up short, glancing down at where she was sitting on Alberto’s crotch. “Ms. Mary, I do believe our new friend likes what he sees.” Alberto averted his gaze and muttered out something resembling an apology before Gina trapped him in another liplock. From the groan he gave, I worried that she had finished him off early, but she didn’t seem worried. Breaking their connection, Gina took a moment to catch her breath, and I knew exactly why. Alberto was skilled. When at last Gina opened her eyes, she shot me a glance before looking back down to our new friend.
“Alberto, honey, you’re in for an evening you’re never going to forget.”
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Alberto was understandably awkward walking through the lobby of the hotel. It had been years since I’d had a paying job, but I could only imagine walking into my workplace on my day off wearing nothing but a bathing suit, let alone being dragged along by two equally undressed members of the opposite sex. Gina was laser focused on the elevators. Nothing could break her focus once she had sex on her mind. I, on the other hand, took the time to look around and note the attention we were getting. Two women dragging a man across the lobby oddly seemed to grab more attention that me simply walking through topless had just a couple days earlier, and I took notice of several jealous glances cast Alberto’s way.
As we approached the elevators, I noticed a familiar face across the lobby. Among the sea of admirers and passersby, R was entering the lobby from the café area, a beautiful blonde that I somehow knew was not his wife on his arm. I caught his eye somehow, and he froze for a moment before a million dollar smile spread across his face. I should have been jealous, or hurt that he had moved on so quickly after me. Honestly, though, it made me feel better to see him with someone else. After all, I was standing there with another man. What could I do? As the elevator bell dinged to signify our ride had arrived, I blew him a kiss. He nodded in my direction, an odd expression on his face. As I stepped on the elevator, pleased to see that the three of us had it to ourselves, I looked back. R had returned his attention to his newest conquest. The elevator dinged again, and the doors slid shut. I never saw R again.
I turned around to say something, but found Gina and Alberto already picking up where they had left off. He had her pinned in the corner and was kissing her furiously. I quietly leaned against the wall next to them, getting the best view I could. I idly fondled one of my tits through the fabric of my top. Had my role in the evening simply been watching these two go at it, I would have been perfectly happy, but Gina had no intention of being selfish. As the floors ticked by, Gina tore away from the kiss, an impressive maneuver considering how intense Alberto had been going, and with so little space to move. Still, she somehow managed it, turning her new lover to face me. He needed no more encouragement, and I got no more warning before he stumbled forward like a drunk man and pressed his lips to mine, all hint of the hesitation he’d shown in front of the two bullies completely gone. He was aggressive, his tongue exploring my mouth with an eagerness that R would never dream of revealing, and Frank could never dream of matching. One hand pressed against the wall of the elevator just beside my head, Alberto slid the other around to grab a handful of one of my butt cheeks, drawing my hips forward against his. I could feel him through the thin fabric of both of our bathing suits, hard as a rock from the expert attention Gina had been showering on him. Part of me wanted to laugh at the way we’d met on the beach, him being accused of being gay. With his cock pressed against my stomach, I couldn’t imagine anyone thinking such a thing.
Our kiss had barely had a chance to begin when the elevator dinged again at our floor. Gina gently placed a hand on his shoulder, drawing a primal growl. She whispered softly in his ear, “Patience, Al, all this and more will still be available just down the hall.” That seemed to sooth the beast, though I could still feel his rock hard cock against my stomach. Gina gently grabbed him by his shoulder and turned him around, gently taking hold of his bulge and leading him down the hallway. He followed like an eager child. I, on the other hand, took a moment, still leaning against the back wall of the elevator. There was still a part of me that rebelled against this sort of action. Part of me couldn’t believe that I was so ready to fuck another man. Cheating once could be explained away as a moment of weakness, but if I followed through with Alberto, WHEN I followed through with Alberto, it was getting dangerously close to establishing a pattern of behavior. Fuck it, though. If Frank had taken care of me the way I needed to be taken care of, I wouldn’t be so starved for the kind of attention St. Bart’s seemed so willing to shower upon me. Just as the doors were closing again, I stepped forward, blocking them with my hand and slipping through as they opened again.
I caught up with Gina and Alberto as they were just opening our door. As I approached, Gina gave me an odd sort of look. She opened the door wide and extended an arm to invite our lover inside. “Go ahead, darling, and get yourself ready. Give Mary and I a moment.” As the door swung shut, stopping just short of latching thanks to a strategically placed foot, Gina took a deep breath and looked me in the eyes. “Mary, you don’t have to do this.”
“What?” I was caught off guard by how quickly she’d gone from playful with Alberto to deadly serious with me. “Gina, I WANT to…”
“No, you don’t understand. I’m giving you a chance to turn back. I can keep Alberto entertained all by myself easily enough. But if you join us…”
“It’s not my first time cheating on Frank, Gina. You know that.”
She nodded. “I do. I absolutely do. This is different, though. This isn’t about you fucking Alberto, or me fucking Alberto. This is about US fucking Alberto. If WE do this, I can’t promise that things won’t change. Sex is weird like that.” I understood the look in Gina’s eyes. It was fear. She was worried that we were about to cross a line that we couldn’t uncross. It was an odd sensation, being better prepared for something than Gina was, especially when it came to sex. I had already crossed several lines this week, after all, and I knew how scary it was to prepare to cross one. I also knew how exhilarating it was to cross it, and to greet what was on the other side readily. I felt the same electricity in my veins as I did while approaching room 1640. I pretended to mull it over for a moment, for Gina’s sake, but I knew all along that I was going through that door, and I was going to tackle any and every challenge that came my way, because that’s just who I was in St. Bart’s. I knew that I had probably ruined my marriage, but if I was going to ruin it, I was going to do it in a big way. In for a penny, in for a pound. It was with that determination in my heart that I stood on my tippy toes and kissed Gina on the forehead gently before pushing the door open and walking inside.
Alberto was standing by the couch. For a moment, he was silhouetted by the dazzling sunlight coming through the picture window, but as my eyes adjusted, I was mostly unsurprised to see that he had already done away with his swim shorts, though I couldn’t immediately see where he’d discarded them. Standing proudly before him was his impressive erection. It was every bit as long as R’s, though less girthy. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. There was something about that waving, bobbing cock that entranced me. Its effect was only broken when I noticed the concerned look on his face as he looked behind me. I turned to find Gina lingering in the doorway, still apprehensive. I looked back at Alberto quickly, giving him a reassuring smile before turning around and walking to Gina. Gently, I took her by the hand and pulled her inside, allowing the door to click shut behind her. I took her hands in mine and looked her in the eyes, mustering all the strength I could.
“Gina,” I said, softly enough, I hoped, that Alberto wouldn’t overhear, “I know what you’re thinking, but I do not regret anything I’ve done here. Whatever happens in this room, and I know a lot is going to happen, I want it. All of it. You’ve helped me discover a side of me that I never knew existed, and for that, I am eternally grateful. So please, Gina, don’t worry about me.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Gina managed to say “Mary, I’m…” before being interrupted.
With the tone of a child who has been told that Christmas has been cancelled, Alberto quietly said, “If you two want, I can leave…” I maintained my eye contact with Gina, trying to maintain my composure. I so very much wanted Alberto to stay, but if Gina had hang-ups, I wanted her to be comfortable. For a moment, it looked like she might actually cry, but it was gone just as quickly as it had shown up. With sudden resolve, Gina adopted her trademark devilish grin and stepped around me, planting her hands on her hips.
“Oh, Al, you’re not looking to leave two lonely women all alone, now, are you?” He smiled, leaning back against the couch, his cock still wobbling in the air.
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For all my bold feelings leading up to the event, at first, I was perfectly happy to watch Gina and Alberto pick up where they had left off. Gina, not one to overdress for an occasion, quickly shed her bikini to leave herself just as naked as our new friend. From the angle I picked for myself on a dining table chair, I thrilled to see his member pinned straight up between their two bodies, with Alberto slowly rubbing it up and down against her pelvis and stomach as their tongues wrestled. Unlike in the elevator, there was no obvious dominant party. They both seemed to be alternately sharing control and wrestling for dominance. Gina had her arms around Alberto’s neck, while his hands, unable to easily reach Gina’s breasts, which were pressed hard against his chest, roamed over her back. When he raked his fingernails across her back, she and I gasped almost in unison, but it emboldened her, and she kissed him with such vigor that he almost toppled over the back of the couch.
Thing seemed to be on a direct path to a predictable destination when Alberto hooked an arm under Gina’s knee and lifted it to align himself for a final approach, something that I was longing to see from a proper angle, as opposed to the stolen glances from my dorm bed or through a cracked door, but at the last possible moment, Gina grunted and shook her head, breaking their kiss. She easily moved away from imminent penetration and whispered something that got a look of mingled excitement and frustration from Alberto. She gently pushed him, sending him slow motion over the back of the couch, settling himself comfortably across the cushions. Gina climbed after him, but opposite, settling her crotch over his face. Upright and facing me, Gina gave a couple short, light breaths as Alberto began his oral ministrations on my best friend, who looked positively heavenly as the blissful sensations of being eaten out washed over her body. I couldn’t help but remember back to just the day before when I had experienced those sensations for the first time at the careful, expert attention of R, and I found myself growing jealous of my friend, but then, she did something that I didn’t expect. After acclimating herself to the sensations, she carefully leaned forward, lowering herself over Alberto’s frame, and bringing herself face to face with his still very erect dick.
In all our years of marriage, I had never given Frank a blowjob. It was sinful behavior that Frank showed no interest in whatsoever. I had seen Gina do it a time or two in college, but always in the dark, from an awkward angle. Now, though, I adjusted my seat to get the best view I could as Gina pressed her pursed lips against the tip of Alberto’s dick and, with gentle pressure, let it part them, immediately forming a seal that was, judging by the sounds Alberto was making, incredibly pleasurable. She bobbed over his length several times, maintaining an impressively consistent pace considering the attention he was still showering on her. I couldn’t help myself, I had to get closer. Slipping off my chair, I crawled on all fours closer to the sexy 69 before me, paying close attention to the way Gina moved, maintaining a tight seal at all times, bobbing at a consistent pace, her eyes closed tight and her cheeks caved in slightly. It was fascinating.
As if she could sense my attention, Gina’s eyes fluttered open and focused on me. She broke her seal to smile, still with a mouthful of cock, before opening her mouth and letting him fall free. “Let me GUH…guess,” she said, stuttering as Alberto hit just the right spot. “N…nuh…never done th…this before?” I shook my head wordlessly, enraptured by the glistening spit covering his member. This was one of the final lines to cross, in my mind. Oral sex was still unexplored ground. Gina aimed to fix that. With some effort, she propped herself up on her arm closest to the back of the couch. She closed her eyes, steeling all the concentration she could. “Keep a t…tight luh…lock with you l-l-lips, av…v…avoid using your t…t….teeth…Jesus Christ…okay…um…the head is the most sen-SUH-t-t-tive part…” she stopped and let her head hang forward for a moment before finally waving her hand in the air. “You can f-f-figure the r-rest out as you g-g-guhhhhhhhh…” I waited a moment to see if she was going to finish her idea, but she was too lost bucking her hips over her Latino lover’s face, so I screwed up my courage, watching his cock, impressively large from so close, waver invitingly in front of my face. Doing my best to mimic what Gina had done, I pursed my lips together and pressed them against the now very intimidating head of his dick. As his musk filled my nostrils, a not unpleasant, manly smell, several considerations began to flood my mind, things that I had never considered about blowjobs before. How would it taste? What if I gagged? What if I’m no good? What if I’m TOO good and he cums? Do I swallow or spit? Where would I even go to spit? What would THAT taste like? I clenched my eyes shut and, with my lips pursed together and my teeth spread as wide apart as I could manage, I moved my head down.
I felt the whole thing jump as soon as the head popped through the seal, and an indescribable sort of taste hit my tongue. It was odd, but enjoyable, in its own way. Pushing down with my eyes still closed, I caught myself slipping on the teeth a time or two, though I didn’t notice any adverse reactions on Alberto’s part. Sucking my cheeks in like I saw Gina do, I instinctively pressed my tongue against it as well, creating the closest facsimile I could to a warm, wet pussy. I got most of the way down it before my gag reflex kicked in, causing me to back up just a fraction of an inch to safe territory and savored the feeling of this cock in my mouth. It was not, in and of itself, a particularly pleasant feeling. In fact, it was shockingly similar to having a mouth too full of food. The joy in it, however, came from the control. I could feel him twitching in my mouth, every microscopic movement clear as day against my tongue, and, in turn, every movement I made sent tremors throughout his body. When I pulled back slowly, it sent a chain reaction up his body, resulting in a groan that sent vibrations through Gina’s body, causing her to twitch and stammer. I was satisfying my best friend without touching her. The puppet master style control was thrilling. I began to experiment, first with different pressures on my seal around his cock as I bobbed up and down, first lighter, then harder, then varying throughout the motion, starting off light with just the sensitive head in my mouth, then sucking harder as I moved further down, then doing just the opposite, various rhythms and speeds and angles, letting the head rub against my cheek a bit, or against the top of my mouth, or different tongue movements. It was thrilling every time a different trick caused Alberto to buck his hips or groan in a new way, and before I knew it, this inherently non-pleasurable act, at least physically, had me soaking wet. Mad with lust, I pulled back and let the cock escape my lips with a pop.
I reached behind me and untied my top, tired of being the most clothed person in the room. As my tits fell free, I looked to my best friend. Her hair was matted and she was caked in sweat, gasping in deep, raspy, groaning breaths as Alberto continued his oral attention. She looked at me without really seeing me, off in her own world of pleasure, a sensation I knew all too well. I remember R sending me floating on a cloud with just a couple minutes of such attention, and Gina had to be closing in on close to ten, if not more. I shimmied my bottoms off, giggling at the stupid grin on her face. If Alberto could get someone as experience as Gina into a state like this, I was going to have to experience him for myself. First, though, I had something else on my mind. I swung my leg over Alberto, settling over him, and I briefly wondered if he knew exactly what was about to happen. I didn’t much care, honestly. I settled down to more or less the appropriate height and reached down, seizing his dick in one hand and holding it upright, blindly angling it up and down my wet slit until I felt it pop home. I took a moment with it just sitting at the opening to marvel at how much different it felt, being prepared for the actual act. With R, I had been surprised, pleasantly so, by the actual penetration, but now, I was planning for it, I was in a position of power, and I, the meek, mild housewife, loved it. I sank down slowly, feeling my tight opening resist the invader for a moment before the rigidity of his cock won out, pushing through. I, not having had Alberto’s oral attention to prepare me for the experience like I had with R, felt the invasion without the dulling effects of being drunk on pleasure. I can’t say which way I prefer more, but I do know that this way was far more intense. I squealed loud and high enough at the sudden penetration that I’m sure I drove dogs down on the beach nuts. Alberto muttered something, muffled to the point of being indistinguishable by his situation with Gina. I desperately wanted to take a moment to adjust, having only thought I was prepared for what I was experiencing. Alberto didn’t know that, though, and bucked his hips at me, burying another couple inches in me, before a few more urgent bucks sank him in the rest of the way. In the end, I pushed back, forcing his hips against the couch more to stop his bucking than anything. Desperately, I wanted a moment to adjust to the feeling of a brand new cock inside me. I was miles past the notion that it was sinful, that it wasn’t my husband and I was likely going to hell. All the mental stuff had come to me like second nature, but the physicality of it, the sheer, raw physical pleasure that sex could be with someone who was longer than my husband, and thicker than my husband, and more forceful than my husband, and could last longer, and fuck harder, and could stand to properly build up the event the way it deserved to be built up, basically someone who was sexually MORE than my husband in every conceivable way, was taking some adjusting. And just when I thought I was adjusted, I opened my eyes.
With me sitting on Alberto’s cock, and Gina sitting on his face, there were only so many places we could end up situated. By pure luck, or fate, or whatever random cosmic happenstance you choose to believe in, my posture, leaning forward slightly for the proper angle of entry, and Gina’s exhausted posture, leaning forward slightly, with her hands planted on his chest, put us almost exactly eye to eye, both of us at the mercy of the same man’s sexual performance. Gina stared me in the eye with more clarity than before. She was no longer dazed, she recognized me and what I was doing. “No regrets?” She rasped. I shook my head.
“No regrets,” I whispered back. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against hers as I finally began to move my hips, allowing instinct to rule, leading to more rocking, circular motions than I had anticipated. I’d always assumed sex was about the thrusting, but my instincts were hitting all the right spots, causing bolts of pleasure to shoot throughout my body. I was making sounds I didn’t know I could as this slender Latino bucked his hips against mine at just the right rhythm to match my gyrations. I wasn’t about to cum, but I was in a position where I could die happy.
Gina, on the other hand, sprang to life as Alberto tried a new maneuver that hit a particularly good spot. Her forehead still pressed against mine, she erupted in a brand new chorus of wordless praises and adulations before launching off a peel of strung together curses and demands as she moved one hand from Alberto’s chest to her impressive chest, cupping one large breast and fiercely tweaking the nipple. Entranced by her sudden burst of energy, I had stopped my gyrations and straightened my posture, breaking our contact. A jolt of pleasure pulsed through my best friend’s body, causing her to jerk straight up. Her one hand was still tweaking her nipple to a painful looking extend while the other was straight down at her side, her hand balled in a white knuckled fist. Finally, her head rolled back and she bellowed out an exclamation of pure pleasure, spasming in an almost alarming way as Alberto, using only his mouth, pushed my model-esque best friend over the mountain. When at last the spasms faded, she hunched forward again. Caked in sweat and sleepy eyed, she looked at me, her legs trembling. She extended a hand towards me, and I leaned in to touch foreheads with her again, wide eyed at what I’d just seen. She had other plans though.
As her hand met my cheek, she angled my head upward slightly from its planned trajectory. Confused, I followed her lead until, clumsily, her lips met mine. Sinful. It was a quiet echo from the recesses of my mind, but one that managed to break through. This was a line I never thought I’d cross. Shocked, I felt Gina’s tongue part my lips, and God help me, I let her. God help me, I let her, and God help me, I liked it. I flashed back to every time we had approached this threshold throughout the week so far and I had shrugged it off. Perhaps I had wanted it all along. As I kissed her back in my own clumsy way, I knew I wanted it now. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so unbelievably right, so inevitable, like I couldn’t believe I hadn’t kissed her the first time I had met her. But just as suddenly as our lips had met, Gina broke it off. She was spent, sleepy eyed and drooping. She smiled at me, her hand still on my cheek. “Wanted…to do that…for years…” she managed to drone out before putting for a mammoth effort to heave herself off the couch and stumble over to the chair I had been using to observe her and Alberto who knows how long ago. I gently put a hand to my lips, still in disbelief.
“H…had a f…feeling about you t..t…two,” Alberto stuttered. Odd, even with his cock buried inside me, I’d forgotten he was even there. I looked down at him. He was smiling. “The way sh…she l…looks at you. Ob…obvious.” I shook my head and looked back at her. She was still awake, propped up in the chair and watching us. She lazily waved us along. I looked back to Alberto, the shy bellboy who had barely been able to talk just two days ago when he caught the two of us sunbathing nude. He didn’t look so shy now, with his face covered in Gina’s juices. He leaned up, hooking an arm around my neck and dragging me in for a rough kiss, sweetened by Gina’s nectar still thick on his lips. When finally we broke, he place his hands on my hips and flipped me hard, putting my back on the couch without dislodging himself. “J…just the t…t…two of us now, M…Mary,” he grinned. “N…n…no more h…holding b…ba…back.” Then he started to MOVE.
R had been a bit rough, but he had a foundation of caring behind how he moved. He cared about how I felt. Alberto had no such concerns. With me on my back, he pulled all the way back, and slammed forward hard. He had no build to it, either. He immediately started fucking hard and fast, and my pussy, having already had time to adjust to his size, took it without resistance. I had nothing to hold onto, nothing to use as support, all I could do was brace myself against the arm of the couch and let him have his way with me.
He bucked. He thrusted. He fucked me like a cheap whore, and I was happy to be used like one. It was primal, and it was fun. He was an animal, out of control, and all I had to do was hold on for the ride as he did his best to break the couch using me as his blunt instrument. R was bigger and more pleasurable, certainly far more personable, but Alberto was infinitely more fun. At some point, he managed to get me fully curled over on myself, with my ass in the air and my full weight on my shoulders and my back, ramming away like his life depended on breaking me in two. When at last he pulled out and grabbed me by a handful of hair, yanking me close to his twitching cock, I eagerly took it in my mouth and used every trick I’d gleaned earlier to inflict as much pleasure on him as I could until he bucked one final time and unleashed a mouthful and then some of his seed, rich and salty and not altogether as disgusting as I had anticipated. I swallowed what I could, with a healthy amount dribbling out of my mouth, down my chin, and onto my breasts. When at last my mouth was empty, I allowed him to pop free. He wobbled for a bit before collapsing back on the couch, sitting up in the dead center in front of the picture window, and almost immediately began snoring.
I got to my feet, shaky from the pleasurable punishment I had just received. Gina had fallen asleep at some point in Alberto and my epic showing. I knew I should help her out of her chair and into bed. Hell, I wanted to wake her up and have a conversation about what the hell that kiss had meant. I was too tired, though. Clumsily, I staggered into my bedroom, where my comfortable bed was waiting to whisk me away into dreamland. There was just one problem.
Sitting there, beside my bed, was my phone. The very same phone I had used to make the difficult confession to my husband just hours before. Had it really been just a few hours? It was still daylight outside. What if he had responded while I was getting brutally fucked by Alberto? The idea was thrilling, even to my dead-tired mind. Sluggishly, I picked it up. No new notifications. I unlocked the phone and checked the text messages, just to be sure. There, under the entry marked “Frank <3”, were those simple words.
“Frank, I sinned with another man yesterday, and I am so sorry.” Twelve words, without a single reply. I stared at that green bubble with white text. No response. Nothing. I would have been furious if I wasn’t so exhausted. I had poured my heart out for him, admitted my shortcomings, and he couldn’t even muster a simple “K”?
Fine. I typed in an additional message and hit send. Then, as an afterthought, a second one, then slipped between the covers.
“Frank, I sinned with another man yesterday, and I am so sorry.”
“Twice”
“And I’ll probably do it again.”
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