Objects in the Mirror

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Tear Jerker, Swinging, Violent, .

Desc: Sex Story: I realize too late that I'd picked the wrong guy. I tried to fix my mistake.

Hi Folks. Here's the debut of another editor. Let me know what you think about him. His name is Sir Charles5150 and he volunteered for the job. Carholi I've tried to reply to your emails at least twice but you have to send me a valid email address. I also need to warn you guys that it's October so this is the last normal story you're going to get for about a month. The rest of the month will be Halloweeny (is that a word?) SS06


My mind drifted. My thoughts were miles and years away. In my thoughts, I saw a man smiling at me. He had a shaved head and a bushy beard. I think the thing that seemed to be the most magical about the daydream was the amount of love that I felt coming out of him. His eyes were aglow. I remember reading shit like that when I was a girl, but here in the daydream, I finally understood it. The smile on his face and those glowing eyes were his reaction to me. That man loved me more than anything else in the world.

"Loves me," I mumbled absent mindedly.

"I don't know about love but I'm sure fucking the hell out of you," he sneered. The sound of the voice drew me out of my daydream and back to reality. I looked up and saw a big sweaty guy that for the life of me I couldn't remember. He was dripping with sweat as he fucked me. He sawed his dick in and out of me and I panted back in response to his thrusts. I was breathing in and out heavily which was what made him think that he was fucking the shit out of me.

But in reality it was pure physics. A two hundred pound man humping up and down on a hundred and forty pound woman forces the air out of her on every downward thrust. The heavy breathing that made him think he was Casanova was simply my lungs exchanging gases.

"God damn she's into that," said another man. "I'm next." As I looked at the line of men waiting for me and some waiting for other women and vice versa, I had an epiphany.

"Uh ... don't you guys think that the guy who brought her should have a turn," said a slim guy who came up to sit down next to me, and watch the guy screwing me. He pulled out his dick and started rubbing it as he watched. There was no sign of anger on his face. He wasn't jealous in the least. He just wanted his turn. He'd been off screwing some of the other women here, after all that was the point of swinging.

The guy on top of me noticed Bryan next to me and realized that the two of us, Bryan and I were there together. The thought of screwing a man's woman while the guy watched, really turned him on. He started pounding me harder and harder and surprisingly it was all I could do not to yawn. He suddenly slammed his pelvis against mine so hard, I thought he was going to crack my pelvis. I could see myself now showing up in the emergency room for x-rays. Some doctor would come out and tell me that I had a broken pussy.

The thought of it made me laugh. I looked into the guy's cum face and that also made me laugh. Then I looked at Bryan yanking on his dick so hard it could have come off, while another man fucked me. The whole thing was just stupid.

Suddenly, I pushed the man off of me while he was still coming down from his orgasm. "Hey!" he yelled, falling over as I pushed him off of me. "If you want to screw your old man, just say so. But you don't have to knock me down to get to him," he yelled. "I thought the point of joining the club was for variety. You know to add some spice. You guys can fuck each other every night. That's not what we come here for."

He got up and walked away. Somehow, the lesson he was trying to impart was less effective coming from a naked man with a shrunken dick.

Bryan kept yanking away on his dick. He was really going at it until he noticed my face. I couldn't hold it anymore and I burst into tears.

He looked at me and stopped what he was doing. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Can we go?" I asked. He looked at me crazily.

"Oh, Alex," he said as if his best friend had just died. "We haven't been here that long. It's easy for women to hook up; especially when they look like you. It takes the guys longer."

I was really upset and he didn't seem to care at all. "Look Bryan, if you take me home, I'll fuck you. However you want, for as long as you want," I said.

He looked at me as if weighing his choices. I guess the thought of having sex with me was so routine that it no longer registered as a special event. "Alright," he said finally. "I guess I should probably check on Ellie anyway."

A few moments later, we were dressed and on our way out, leaving a bunch of ticked off guys who were hoping to get a piece before I left. I didn't worry because there were plenty of other women in the club they could screw.

"So what's wrong? He asked. "What's with the tears?"

"I don't know," I lied as the tears started to fall again. I got into the passenger side of his truck and he got in on the other side. After turning the key and starting the engine he looked at me with concern on his face.

"We're still gonna fuck, right?" he asked showing me exactly where his concern lay.

We drove to his house as usual. He checked with the nurse who watched his wife two days a week, and told her that she could go home. Mina Harker was an older woman who'd been a nurse for twenty three years. As much as she loved her patients, she loved her family more. So the chance to get home early was great for her.

As we watched her go I looked down at the bed and actually looked at Ellie. For the first time in years I tried to actually see if there was anything left of the beautiful young woman that Bryan, Dale and I knew. Seeing her lying there in her bed was one more log on the fire of emotions that burned in my heart.

"Okay, everything's good," said Bryan. "In a few moments she'll be out and she'll sleep for hours. Sometimes I really can't tell the difference between when she's asleep and when she's not." He took my arm and pulled me towards their guest room.

We walked into the room and I took off my clothes and lay down on the bed. Bryan came over and got on top of me. He started rubbing my sides and moved on to my breasts. I moaned although I didn't really feel anything. I did it just to spur him on so we could get things over with. He believed the reaction, so he kept going. It taught me a lot about Bryan. One of the things I learned was that even after all of the years we'd known each other and the three years that we'd been having sex, I really didn't know him.

I felt like I was seeing him for the first time and I didn't like him. Bryan had his dick out and he pushed it into me. It wouldn't go in so he started pushing harder. Bryan didn't give a fuck about me. The only one he cared even less about was the shell of the woman that he'd married.

It hurt like hell but I deserved it. I felt no pleasure at all in the sex. In a crazy way, I enjoyed the fact that I didn't enjoy it. In my mind I was paying. Bryan humped away at me. He panted and gasped and sawed away at me like the piece of meat that he saw me as. His eyes were tightly closed and he was making his cum face. He looked ridiculous. I didn't move my body at all. I just lay there like a block of wood. He never noticed. Just before he came, his eyes opened up a fraction of a second and he saw me staring at him, unmoving.

"I'm gonna..." he said. I pushed him with all of my might. He fell back and we disengaged but it was too late to stop his seed from shooting out of his rapidly deflating dick.

"What the fuck, Alex?" he yelled in confusion. "I wanted to..."

"I want to go home," I said.

"I'll drive you around the block as soon as we're..." he began.

"We're done already," I said. "And by home, I meant our home town." he just stared at me open mouthed.

"Okay, Alex," he said. "What's this all about?"

"Bryan, I made a mistake," I sobbed. "I made a really big fucking mistake. I don't know why it took me three years to realize it but I don't belong here. I think I've ruined my life."

He just looked at me and I could see the wheels turning inside of his head. "Alex, you're just feeling a little down," he said. "Maybe you're bored. We should probably find a way to spice things up. Remember when we first..."

"Bryan, that's not it at all," I said. "You are totally off base. Apparently even after all of this time you really don't know me. I'm serious. I want to go home. Don't you? Don't you miss it? We don't even have any friends here?"

"Oh Alex," he said. "You're exaggerating again. We have plenty of friends here. What about the place that we just left. We know the people at the club far more intimately than any mere friendships."

"Hah," I scoffed. "That's where you're wrong. Your own words are coming back to haunt you. When we first wanted to join the club your argument was that going there and being with those people was only sex, there were no relationships and no emotional ties."

"You know what I mean," he said.

"No, Bryan, I don't," I told him. "Were you lying then or are you lying now?"

He couldn't think of anything to say, so he remained silent.

"Bryan, don't you miss the people we grew up with. Don't you miss going fishing or playing golf with your friends? I'm talking about real friends. I mean people you've known all of your life not just a bunch of strangers that you get together to have sex with and then go your own way."

"But, they can be more than that," he said. "We just have to..."

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