Reopening Old Wounds (part two) [Betrayal] [Cheating] [Drug Use] [vaginal] [anal] [multiple separate men]

Grady sat beside me and rubbed my back as I cried. I wasn’t a bold person, so why I decided to be bold right then, I didn’t know. He sighed and I looked over at him, my eyes red and cheeks wet with tears, “You were wrong,” I said.

“No, I wasn’t. He just can’t bring himself to admit it yet,” he said quietly to me.

He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my shoulder, “I’m sorry I kissed you,” he said, “I thought it would push him to react.”

“I think I want to go for a walk,” I said softly.

“Alright, let’s get dressed and I’ll go with you,” he offered.

I shook my head, “I want to be by myself.”

He grabbed my wrist and turned it over to show the underside of my forearm, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea right now,” he’d noticed the scar that Brendan hadn’t yet.

I pulled my arm back from him and crossed it over my stomach, “That was a long time ago,” I said.

“When he broke things off with you?” He asked.

I started to get up and he pulled me back down beside him, “Don’t avoid it, talk to me.”

“What do you want me to say? I was a sappy sixteen-year-old in love with a twenty-year-old that didn’t seem to want to be in love with me and I was really good at making dumb choices.”

“He was in love with you though. That four year age difference was why he fought it so hard. He felt like a predator luring you in. He didn’t want you to feel like he was manipulating you or using that age difference against you,” he said.

I scoffed, “My husband was thirty-two when we got married, he didn’t seem to mind looking like a predator to be with me.”

“Is your husband in love with you?” He asked.

I shrugged, “He says he loves me.”

“Yet he let you take a trip across an ocean alone to meet another guy?”

“He doesn’t treat me like a kid. He taught me to fight, so he knows I can take care of myself, he wants me to grow and explore and be happy,” I said with a sigh. “He trusts me and considering I have now kissed or been kissed by three different guys in this country, maybe he shouldn’t trust me as much as he does.”

“Maybe he wants you to explore so you know he’s the one you want and you don’t grow to resent him for marrying you so young,” Grady said.

I didn’t respond to what he said, I just looked at him, “Why’d you give Brendan so much shit when you found out about me and him?”

“An online connection didn’t seem like a real connection. Clearly I was wrong about that. But I’m not wrong about him still being in love with you. You didn’t see him when he got that marriage announcement you sent out. Even when he did start dating again he wasn’t into it. Then he married the first girl that wasn’t put off by him being half-present in the relationship,” he said.

“It was cruel to send him that, wasn’t it?” I asked.

Grady nodded but turned my hand over again and ran his fingertips over the scar going from my wrist to my elbow, “Something tells me you needed to be a little cruel to be able to let go of some of the hurt.”

“Are you seeing anyone, Grady?” I asked.

He shook his head, “Not since I got divorced last year, why?”

“Because I want to go out drinking and there aren’t many people I trust. I’m pretty sure your brother isn’t going to want to be around me for a while, or maybe even the rest of my trip,” I said.

“You want me to take you out drinking?” He asked.

I nodded.

“You’d rather Brendan took you though, right?”

“No. Brendan would cut me off long before I started having fun,” I said with a laugh.

He looked towards me and I kissed him. It startled him and he pulled away from me, “Raven, to fuck with my brother’s head is one thing, but I’m not going to…”

I knelt in front of him and kissed him again, pushing him back against the wall as I climbed over his lap. He wasn’t kissing me back, but he wasn’t pulling away either. I pulled my lips from his and leaned close to his ear, “No one has to know, right?” I whispered.

“You’re just using me?” He asked as he pulled me back and looked me in the eyes.

I nodded and he put his hands on my waist.

“I can’t do that to my brother, Raven,” he said as he lifted me off of him.

I smiled and nodded, “I think I’d like to go to sleep now.”

He got up and left and I sat on the bed for a little while, then put on my shoes and left the house. The t-shirt I wore was more like a micro-mini skirt on me, but I honestly didn’t care. I just…I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew I needed to not be around either of them.

Down the street a man was sitting on his front steps, smoking as I passed by, “Hey, you alright?” he asked.

I barely glanced at him and nodded. He put out his cigarette and jogged over beside me, “You don’t look alright,” he said.

I stopped and looked at him, “What’s it to you if I am or not?” I asked.

“I’ve got some stuff back at my house that might help you feel more alright,” he said.

“Like drugs?” I asked.

He laughed lightly, “And drinks…come back to my place and we’ll see what will work for you,” He said as he grasped my hand.

I went with him. I don’t really know why I did. I knew it was a bad idea and it would likely end with me doing things I’d regret, but when he tugged my hand I nodded and said, “Okay,” then went with him.

When he got me inside I realized I didn’t have my phone on me, it was still on the bedside table at Grady’s place. He wasn’t an unattractive guy. Maybe mid thirties with strong facial features and a scruffy beard. He lead me over to the couch and pulled open a drawer, retrieving a packet of little yellow pills with a smiley face imprinted on it, “What do you say?” He asked.

“What is it?”

“Comfort and happiness in a quick swallow,” he said as he took one of the pills out of the packet. “Open up.”

I parted my lips and he placed the pill on my tongue and I swallowed it. He followed suit, swallowing one of his own as he tossed the packet on the table and put his hand on my neck, pulling me to him as he started kissing me. I tried to pull away and he let me. Then guided me back onto his couch, “Who are you staying with in the circle?” he asked.

“Grady Burke,” I said quietly.

“I’ll walk you home after,” he said as he started kissing me again.

I nodded.

He grasped the hem of the t-shirt and started lifting it up my body, kissing my hip bones, stomach, beneath my breasts, then over my breasts as he uncovered them. I let him pull it off over my head. I didn’t know how I was supposed to be feeling, how fast things would take effect, what effect the little yellow pill was actually meant to have, but I felt butterflies in my stomach as this man, who’s name I didn’t know, began kissing my neck and rubbing my side.

I moaned and tilted my head slightly, letting him bite down on my neck roughly as his hands groped my tits. He pulled me up into a sitting position on the couch and guided me over his lap, I pressed down against him and felt his bulge beneath me. His hands slid up and down my back, hooking over my shoulders to pull me down tighter to his crotch as he lifted his hips towards me.

I closed my eyes and he tipped my face towards him, kissing me deeply as his fingers rubbed over my panties. His fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties and I helped him slide them down my hips. He smiled as he slid his hand over my bare pussy and gently rubbed his ring finger between my pussy lips, making me moan against his ear as he bent his finger and penetrated me with just the tip of it. I grasped his shoulders and his finger pushed a little deeper into me.

“Don’t think I’ve ever felt a girl so wet before I even started trying to get her there,” he said softly as he pushed and pulled his ring finger in and out of me. My hips involuntarily rocked towards his hand and I leaned back to look at him. He took the opportunity to put his mouth on my breast, sucking and teasing it until my nipple came to a stiff point above the swell of my breast, then he switched to the other. I moaned softly and his finger moved a little faster in me.

I reluctantly pulled myself off of his digit and he groaned as I slid off of his lap and started unfastening his pants. He helped me pull them down off of himself, along with his boxers, and I immediately lowered my lips to his balls as I held his dick in my hands. He wasn’t circumcised and I’d never been with someone like that before, so I wasn’t entirely sure how to approach things.

I pulled my lips from his balls and looked at him, “How do I do this?” I asked.

He laughed, “How old are you girlie?”

“Twenty-four…I’ve just…never…”

“Had an uncut cock?” He finished.

I nodded.

“Run your tongue under the skin, around the head of my cock,” he said breathily as I lifted myself towards him.

He was already hard and the tip of his cock was protruding from the sheath of skin slightly. I licked across the tip of him and pointed my tongue as I slid it between his cock and foreskin. He tasted sweaty but it wasn’t gross or anything. He pulled his skin back as my tongue swirled beneath it. With the head of his cock exposed I gently started sucking and licking it as he stroked his foreskin back and forth towards my lips then pulled it back down.

I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes as I started to swallow his cock. He groaned and lifted himself towards me as I pushed well past the halfway point on him before I had to pull back and push down again. It made my eyes water as I worked my lips until they were flush to his pelvis and fought off the gags that tried to push forth as my throat opened and tightened against his head. He grasped my hair and held me there as he rocked his hips against my lips, the head of his cock hurt my throat a little.

He pulled my head off of his cock and pulled me up onto the couch, getting me to kneel beside him with my head down on the couch and my ass in the air. He played with my pussy a little, pulling my lips apart and sticking his tongue in me before he climbed up behind me and started to push the tip of his cock against me. He was bigger than my husband and I pulled away a little, but he grasped my hip and yanked me back to him popping his cock into my cunt. I cried out and lifted my feet from the couch and he pushed a little deeper into me.

I whimpered and again tried to pull away, it kind of hurt. He pulled me back to him and his strokes became slow and deep. I felt the head of his cock rubbing against me inside with each thrust and felt the underside of his head pulling my flesh as he pulled out. He groaned as I squirmed in his grip. I was uncomfortable but I wouldn’t say I was in real pain.

He gathered my hair in his hand and pulled hard, yanking my head up and arching my back as he thrust into me faster. I moaned and he grunted, “Fuck me back, bitch.”

I pushed myself back towards him each time he thrust forward and his hand on my hip tightened as he pulled my hair a little harder. I reached beneath myself and started rubbing my clit as he fucked me and he laughed, “So, are you Grady’s girl?” He asked.

“No,” I moaned.

“Why are you staying with him then?” He pushed hard into me and I yelped as his dick roughly hit something sensitive inside of me.

“I’m a friend,” I whined.

“Did he try and fuck you and you ran off?” He asked.

I shook my head and he pulled my hair harder, pulling me up until my back was flush to his chest, his heavy breathing was on my ear and neck as both of his hands went to my hips to fuck me a little harder. I rolled my hips as I reached the height of pleasure at his thrusts. His hands slid over my body until one hand was on my neck and the other groped my breast roughly.

“Fuck girlie, don’t tell me he turned you down?” He groaned.

I nodded.

His hands slid back down my body and he grasped my thighs, pulling me tighter to him as I felt him cum inside of me. I gasped and tried to pull away but he held me still and kept thrusting, “Not done yet, one more round?”

I had tears streaming down my cheeks but nodded and his hand slid down between my legs, “Good girl,” he whispered as he pushed me back down onto my hands and knees. He pulled me back and I heard the drawer open again then a cold squirt of something against my ass as he rubbed it into me, “Let’s see how this feels for ya,” he said as his dick pushed hard against my asshole.

I pulled away and he groaned, “I think you’ll like it once I’m in,” he said.

My hesitation was evident but I lifted myself back towards him and bit my arm as the head of his dick spread open my asshole, “Atta girl,” he cooed as he thrust gently.

I’ve had anal sex before, so it wasn’t like I was completely inexperienced. I just was used to my husband, who had a very average dick, so it took a little getting used to for a somewhat larger size. After the initial pain, I gave into it and he laughed as he fucked my ass hard and deep.

He guided my hands behind my back and leaned over me as he pressed my head against the couch, pounding into my lifted ass as I moaned and whimpered accordingly to the pain and pleasure of it. I turned to look at him slightly and he smiled at me as he leaned down and kissed me, a quick hard thrust made me whimper as he pulled his lips from mine.

He pushed deep and rocked his hips against my ass, his hands moved back to my hips, holding me up to him as I felt him cum again. He pulled out of me when he was done and left me on the couch so he could go clean up. I just lay there, looking at the coffee table in front of me and wondering how much of that was my actual enjoyment and how much was amped up by the drug he’d given me.

When he came back out he grabbed my shirt and pulled it back on me, over my head, but he kept my panties. I saw him tuck them into his pocket as I slipped my shoes back on. The sun was just starting to come up as he walked me back to Grady’s house. The front door was locked, so he rang the bell and kissed my cheek, “Stop by my place any time,” he whispered to me. He smacked my ass beneath my shirt then turned around and left me standing there with his cum trailing down my legs and tears drying on my cheeks.

Grady opened the door and saw his neighbor jogging down the street back to his own house as I pushed past him. He grabbed me and turned me towards him, “Hey, are you okay?” He asked me.

I nodded, “I need a shower,” I said blankly.

“Raven, what did you do?”

“A little yellow pill with a smiley face on it, then some guy at a house down the road,” I said.

He sighed, “I won’t tell Brendan, did you at least use a condom?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“Okay, I’ll take you to a family planning place, get you tested, are you on birth control?”

I shook my head again.

“And emergency contraceptive. What the hell were you thinking?” He asked as he grabbed my arm.

I yanked my arm from his grip and fell to the ground, “That I was sick of being babied,” I said.

My shirt was lifted up and my knees were together with my feet out to either side as I looked up at him, “I was thinking that all it takes for me to be good enough is coming across someone who doesn’t care about me.”

Grady averted his eyes from me and shifted nervously as he said, “You’re…not wearing any panties.”

I laughed, “I was. The neighbor still has them in his pocket, or maybe not by now.”

My hands grabbed the bottom of the shirt I was wearing and pulled it up and off of me. I dropped it on the floor and looked at Grady, “You really going to tell me you never jacked off to thoughts of me before?” I asked.

“My brother has a key to my house. I’m not risking getting caught with you,” he said.

“Then take me to my hotel,” I said as I leaned back on my hands and smiled as he glanced at me but tried so hard to keep his eyes averted.

“Please put your shirt back on, Raven,” he begged.

I stood up and ran my hand between his thighs as I looked him in the eyes, “I’ll be sleeping in your guest room if you decide to man up,” I whispered. My hand stroked along his cock slightly, he was throbbing beneath my grip on his boxers and kept staring at the t-shirt I’d been wearing, now crumpled on the floor with a stranger’s cum drying to the bottom hem.

I lay down on the bed in the guest room, completely naked and looked around, trying to pinpoint where the cameras were hidden as I spread my legs and lazily began to touch myself. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, my finger slowly pushed in and out of my pussy then slid up around my clit and rubbed lightly back and forth before slipping back down into me. I changed position a few times, finally settling into a spot where my feet were under me and my upper body lay back on the bed, my back arched as I brought myself to a gentle orgasm.

Sweat glistened on my collar bone, between my breasts, along my stomach and forehead as I was breathing heavily, looking up at the ceiling as I heard the door open. I didn’t look towards it, I just lay there, catching my breath. The bed shifted and I finally turned my attention to Grady. He climbed up on the bed, already naked with his hard dick in his hand. He was also uncut, but his foreskin seemed much tighter than the neighbor’s was.

He knelt between my legs and I said nothing as he moved forward and pushed into me, “You’re not going to wear a condom?” I asked as he lifted me up onto his lap.

He shook his head and pressed his lips to mine, hard. I kissed him back and rolled my hips as he pushed himself up into me a little harder. He groaned and I curled my armed behind his back until my hands curved over his shoulders from behind so I could lift myself up and down on his cock.

“I guess we’re making you a souvenir of my visit,” I whispered as I pulled my lips from his.

Grady looked almost pained as he looked over my face and watched me gasp as his cock slid fully into me. He was close to the same size as the neighbor and felt so good as I felt the head of his cock spread my cunt and pull it each time I moved my hips. His hands grasped the back of my neck and my hip, guiding me down on him as he fucked me gently and slowly.

My breasts rubbed against his chest and he moaned as I leaned my head back. His hands slid down from my neck and up from my hip holding my body to his with his hands just beneath my shoulder blades. I brought one of my hands over to the back of his head and pressed my lips to the side of his neck as he fucked me slowly. He started to say something but I moved my hand and put it over his mouth, “Shhh,” I said.

He groaned and I rocked my hips firmly against his pelvis. I could feel his hands tightening on my body and the strain of his throbbing dick. I brought my lips up to his ear and whispered, “You want to cum in me too, right?”

He nodded and I moved my hand from his mouth and brought my lips to his as I kissed him deeply and moved my body against his, encouraging him to keep going until he did just what he wanted. He groaned against my lips and guided me down onto my back on the bed but held my hips elevated as he pushed deep and released himself inside of me. He was looking at me, but I was staring at the ceiling just to the right of his head. He pulled his cock from me and he went to kiss me again but I pulled away and got up.

“I guess we should both get tested for things now,” I said quietly as I left the room.

I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower and sat on the shower floor as I cleaned the cum of both men from me. Maybe this can be what this vacation is now. A week of being good enough for all of the wrong people while the right one avoids me. I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel as I left the room. I heard heated voices downstairs and I ignored it,opting to go to Grady’s room to put my clothes from the day before back on.

I had no makeup with me, no hairbrush, no toothbrush, nothing with me, so I gathered my hair up and pulled it into a loose messy bun at the back of my head. Jeans without panties on were not super comfy, by the way. I made my way down to the angry voices and found Brendan and Grady scowling at one another. Brendan held the shirt I’d been wearing the night before tightly in his hand. I wondered if he’d found the cum stains and attributed them to his brother.

Grady looked away from me as Brendan looked me over, a clear heartbreak on his face, “Which one of you is going to take me back to my hotel so I can hit the town in a more presentable fashion?” I asked.

Brendan threw the shirt at his brother and cleared his throat, “I am.”

Grady still couldn’t even look at me, but I walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you for everything,” I said gently.

Brendan rolled his eyes and headed for the door and I chased after him. The neighbor I’d fucked last night was jogging past and saw me and Brendan leaving Grady’s and stopped to run back to us, “Hey, you feeling better?” He asked.

I nodded, “Thank you for listening last night,” I said.

He leaned down and whispered, “Stop by any time for a quick pick me up,” as he slipped a small plastic baggie into my bra through the loose neckline of my tank top. I blushed as he brushed his fingertip over my nipple before putting his hand on my cheek and tried to pull me to him in a kiss, but I looked away from him and pulled out of his grip.

Brendan’s hands were balled into fists and I grabbed him and pulled him towards the car, “Taking me home, remember?” I said.

When we got to the car he silently drove away from his little cul-de-sac. I curled up on the passenger seat and watched him drive. Neither of said a thing along the way. When he pulled up at the hotel I started to say something but stopped myself and opened the car door. He grabbed my hand before I got out and looked at me, “I…,” he started.

I pulled my hand out of his grip and looked him in the eye, “If you want to say something, you know my room number. Otherwise, it was nice to finally meet you, B.”

I got out of his car and went up to my hotel room without looking back. Once inside I pulled out my phone and hit up an adult forum for the area I was staying in. I stripped down and took a photo of myself from the neck down and posted it with the message, ‘Who wants to help an American girl well versed in making all of the wrong choices get over her broken heart in the worst way possible?’

I went into the bathroom, fixed my hair, brushed my teeth, and otherwise made myself more presentable while responding to various offers to make me forget all about the fool that would break my heart. Then I got messages from Grady on the site

‘Take this down, Raven, please? You’re going to get yourself hurt,’ he said.

‘And?’ I replied.

‘Hurting yourself isn’t going to make him cave to wanting you.’

‘I’m not trying to make him cave to wanting me. I just want to feel worthy,’ I retorted.

‘Worthy of what?’

‘Taking up space, breathing, being alive, burdening the people around me, take your pick,’ I said.

He didn’t respond to that, no one ever does. It’s uncomfortable. So I went back to conversing with my potential fuckboys. After a few hours of chatting I sent four of them my room number and two times. One if they were down for a group, a second if they preferred an individual encounter. I spread the options out over six hours in the evening. At least two of them asked me how much I was charging before committing. I stressed that I wasn’t a prostitute, just a sad girl looking to make some bad choices.

As the individual times passed and no one showed, I started to wonder if they’d even show for the group timing. I spent all morning prepping myself for it. I finally looked at the little plastic bag the neighbor had slipped into my bra. I didn’t know what many of the things actually did, but there four single pills, two were clearly homemade and two were not, a couple of mushrooms, some weed, and LSD, I think. I’m sure he meant for me to use them with him, or they were payment for being a good middle of the night whore, I’m not sure.

I took one of the pills, the same one I’d taken with the neighbor. I figured it was safest since I knew what to expect, roughly. I had picked up a few bottles of liquor and wine a little earlier and threw in a large box of condoms to add to the mix, even though I knew at this point that I wasn’t likely to use them. With the room all set up and the little yellow pill exciting my body, I waited in my room with a sense of dread. I knew there was a certain amount of danger to this and even if it went perfectly smooth, there was no coming back from it.

Then there was a knock on the door and I hesitantly opened it, a glass of scotch in my hand and nothing but an emerald bra and panty set, a black garter, black thigh highs and strappy emerald high heels.

Brendan stood at the door and I laughed as I leaned against it, “Come to watch?” I asked with a smirk.

He grabbed my hand and pushed me into the room, locking and latching the door behind us. He took the scotch from me and downed it himself as he guided me over to the couch in the room, “They aren’t coming,” he said as he sat down with me.

“Who’s not coming?” I asked.

“The guys you were talking to online. I…I guessed my way into your account and canceled it then deleted the post.”

“Why?” I asked, “You don’t own me, B. I can make bad decisions if I want to make bad decisions,” I said as I pushed him away from me.

He grabbed my wrist and my jaw, forcing me to look at him, “How much have you had to drink?” He asked.

“Nothing,” I said as I pulled my wrist, trying to break free of his grip.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, ‘Ven,” he said as he pulled me closer to him.

“I haven’t had anything to drink yet. I’m not out of it, I know what I’m doing,” I said as I looked at him.

“Your eyes are dilated, what did you take?” He asked, again pulling me closer to him.

“Same thing your neighbor gave me last night,” I said softly.

“Which was?”

I shrugged, “I didn’t ask. Yellow pill with a smiley face on it.”

“Do you still have any?”

“Why, you want one?” I asked.

He shook his head, “No, Raven, it’s important. A lot of drugs are batched, they need to be tested to know what they actually are because people fuck around and add shit they shouldn’t to the formula.”

“Grady,” he said as he struggled to hold me in his grip with one hand, the other held his phone up, “Go talk to Nat and see what he gave her, yellow pill with a smiley face on it, call me back when you know.”

He put his phone down and grabbed my jaw, turning my head towards him, “You had no right to cancel things,” I said.

I know,” he replied. “I can understand you being upset and getting high and fucking Nat, but why Grady?”

My eyes focused on his face, “It’s not obvious?” I asked.

Brendan looked me over and pushed my hair behind my ear, “To hurt me?” he asked.

I shook my head and leaned close to him, my breath tickled his ear, “You wanted to be faithful to your wife and I didn’t want to push that again, so he was as close to being with you as I could get,” I whispered. I pressed my lips to his cheek and pulled back slowly as I looked at him, “Let go, please?”

He released my wrists and I reached up to his face, running my hand along his cheek, “I love my husband, but I’ve never been in love with him, Brendan. You…I’m going to be in love with you for the rest of my life,” I said, the loneliness was enveloping me and I could feel my heart breaking all over again. “I never should have come here.”

Brendan moved towards me, his fingertips on my chin and beneath it, holding me still as he leaned in closer. His lips were just above mine and his phone rang, causing us both to jump. I sat there, looking down at the floor as I listened to him talk.

“So she’ll be okay? I don’t have to rush her to the hospital or anything? She just has to ride it out? No, no I’ll stay with her. I don’t know. I’ll figure something out, yeah, most likely, yeah,” he said softly before saying bye and hanging up on his brother.

He grabbed my chin again and quickly pressed his lips to mine, closing his lips over my lower lip then his tongue slipped into my mouth and I greedily kissed him back as I climbed over his lap. Tears streamed down both of our cheeks as we kissed deeply and somewhat messily. He reluctantly pulled his lips from mine as he looked at me, his thumb rubbed across my lips and I gently sucked on him as he pushed his thumb past my lips when they opened.

“Raven,” he said softly while his other hand slid back and forth over my hip.

I slid myself along his lap as he pulled his thumb from my lips, “Yes?” I asked.

“I’m not okay with what you did last night,” he said.

“I know. I’m not either but I can’t take it back.”

“I’m not okay with what I did last night either. I shouldn’t have asked you to hide. I should have been upfront with my wife about who you were and what you meant to me instead of making you feel like a shameful secret,” he said.

“I get it,” I said, “I put you in a tough spot just by coming here and I should have warned you, given you time to talk to her and air things out if you wanted to. I really didn’t expect to run into you on my first day here.”

“Some would say fate stepped in to ensure we finally got our connection,” he said as a smile lingered on his lips.

My lips were warm against his as I kissed him again. His hands sent a chill up my spine as the weight and warmth of them caressed my thighs. I brought my hands down between us and lifted his shirt up and off of his body, “I’m sorry I make such bad choices,” I whispered.

He lifted me off of his lap and I protested audibly until he started unfastening his pants and pulling them down. He stood up and kicked his shoes and pants off then climbed back on the couch with me and kissed me, “Was I a bad choice?” He asked, slipping his fingers beneath my panties.

“You were the only good choice I ever made for myself, that’s probably why it went so wrong,” I said as he guided my legs apart, the heels I had on were getting caught up on the cushions and were annoying me.

I started to take my shoes off but he pushed my hands away, “Leave them on. Leave everything on.”

His fingers pushed my panties aside as he knelt on the couch in front of me and lowered his lips to my cunt. I started to push him away, thinking about the neighbor and the risk I’d put Brendan at if that guy wasn’t clean. How careless I’d been.

“I…I haven’t been…,” I started as he pushed my hands away from stopping him.

“I don’t care,” he said before lowering his lips back to my clit.

I moaned as he easily brought me to a height I’d never achieved before. I was still arching and trembling beneath him as he guided me over onto my stomach and pulled my hips up. I turned my head toward him and moaned as he worked his cock into my cunt from behind.

His own groans as he pushed into me were sensual and needy, as were his hands as they gripped my hips and gently guided me back onto his cock a little deeper each time. My panties kept sliding back over me and he kept tugging them out of the way, “Just tear them off,” I whined.

He did just that, easily tearing the fabric at my hips then began thrusting harder into me. Everything about him felt better than it should have. Brendan pulled out of me and I whimpered as he pulled me over onto his lap, “I need to be able to see you,” he said as he guided his cock back into me.

I kissed him and lifted myself up and down over his cock. His hands caressed my breasts through my bra and down along my ribs and waist. He unfastened my bra and I helped him pull it off of me. His hands were so warm on my breasts as he groped and rubbed me.

I looked him in the eyes as I rode his cock, he had one hand down between us, rubbing my clit as he made slow thrusts up to meet my downward thrusts. I smiled as I leaned my head back and he kissed my neck, “I love you, B,” I said softly as I squeezed his cock in my cunt, reaching a stronger second orgasm with his touch. He pulled me down against him and bit down on my neck as he moaned and held me tightly to him. I felt his cock release deep within me and I started crying as I wrapped my arms tightly around him.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/imacrf/reopening_old_wounds_part_two_betrayal_cheating