I’ve not wrestled this set of emotions in ages!
For the second day (and now night) in a row, I sit in a shit-hole motel near the air field, weathered in - stuck, travel plans, both business and pleasure busted…
Business not withstanding, my stop-over to see Marie, my longest-term affair partner is now blown. That in and of itself is majorly depressing. We get together so infrequently that this unsatisfied emotional craving will likely have side-effects for both Marie, and me.
I suppose it is a matter of perspective, but KK is (I infer) benefitting from the shit weather - she’s home, getting her brains fucked out by David, Andy, and Paul. I’ve included the taunting photo from earlier this evening, her reply to my “how are you” check-in text.
Evidently things are going far better for her than me; David is the bottom guy, Andy the top, getting ready to stick his cock into KK’s pussy, alongside David, and Paul was doing the photography… fuckers…
So here I sit, in a shit-hole motel, in a shit-hole place, with just my hand, and lots of old photos - fortunately I at least have some lube…
I actually feel jealous, ridden with anxiety, angst, knowing that Marie is left unsatisfied, needing, while KK is getting fucked senseless by three men - on the one hand, many of us are weathered in, suffering (first world problems for sure), but dammit, I need some pussy (or some cock, as desperate times call for desperate measures).
Right now, I’m hoping they send me some more pics or video of their night-in. Goddamn I want to fuck my wife…
For the second day (and now night) in a row, I sit in a shit-hole motel near the air field, weathered in - stuck, travel plans, both business and pleasure busted…
Business not withstanding, my stop-over to see Marie, my longest-term affair partner is now blown. That in and of itself is majorly depressing. We get together so infrequently that this unsatisfied emotional craving will likely have side-effects for both Marie, and me.
I suppose it is a matter of perspective, but KK is (I infer) benefitting from the shit weather - she’s home, getting her brains fucked out by David, Andy, and Paul. I’ve included the taunting photo from earlier this evening, her reply to my “how are you” check-in text.
Evidently things are going far better for her than me; David is the bottom guy, Andy the top, getting ready to stick his cock into KK’s pussy, alongside David, and Paul was doing the photography… fuckers…
So here I sit, in a shit-hole motel, in a shit-hole place, with just my hand, and lots of old photos - fortunately I at least have some lube…
I actually feel jealous, ridden with anxiety, angst, knowing that Marie is left unsatisfied, needing, while KK is getting fucked senseless by three men - on the one hand, many of us are weathered in, suffering (first world problems for sure), but dammit, I need some pussy (or some cock, as desperate times call for desperate measures).
Right now, I’m hoping they send me some more pics or video of their night-in. Goddamn I want to fuck my wife…
