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Chapter 43: - Mr. Stein
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 43: - Mr. Stein - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
Note to self. If you’re not going to be honest with the woman you love, at least don’t lie about the one thing she really wants most in the world. Lesson learned. Now, I’ve sent her right back into Pretty Boy’s arms. Fuck!
I’m so used to being flippant with women that I reverted to what has always worked for me in the past -- my lack of caring. Well, that backfired rather spectacularly. Instead of falling to her knees and begging my forgiveness, she slapped me. A pretty good one, too.
Now, I’ve been slapped before, but I can usually tell when one is coming. I admit that I always deserve it. However, Charlotte caught me completely off guard. To make matters worse, she was totally fucking magnificent in doing it. She never looked more sexy or desirable. What a monster I created!
And I have to get on a plane to Dallas tomorrow morning because my B team is a bunch of idiots. Why can’t all my employees be like Carl? He just gets things done. I hate it that I both despise him and admire him at the same time, albeit for different reasons.
To make matters worse, I don’t know where Charlotte is. She isn’t answering my calls or texts. I want to apologize, but I can’t. I have never groveled to anyone in my life, but I feel like groveling right now.
What did she mean by anyone would want to fuck her? What’s in that beautiful mystifying brain of hers? I spent the whole afternoon preoccupied with her words. What is she planning? Is she going to someone else for the money?
Lois didn’t know where Charlotte went. I called Lynn, but she hadn’t heard from her either. With no choice left, I called Carl, but that asshole wouldn’t take my calls either. I called others at his worksite in Omaha, and they said he left. Left? Left where? No one knew. I went by her house, but she wasn’t there. Fuck! The whole world has gone insane, and I’m standing right smack dab in the middle of crazy.
I cannot lose her. I spent my whole life finding her. I hate that she has all these plans and desires that don’t include me. All I get of her world is a tiny little piece. I’m not used to settling for tiny pieces. I get whatever I want. I’m a goddamn winner!
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