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Chapter 44: - Charlotte
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 44: - Charlotte - 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
I never should have shown that ring to Carl. I just didn’t like that he was questioning Harry’s love for me, and I overreacted. It was a mistake.
I just wonder when they’ll each get it and get on board. They both belong to me and they have to share. Period. Carl is actually they easy one. He knows the deal, but he’s still very sensitive and hopeful that Harry will go away. I know he saw this blowup as an opportunity.
Harry is another matter. He really pissed me off. I don’t mind him treating me like a slut, cause I guess I am. I’m my Mommy’s daughter after all, but I do not like to be lied to. I had plans and now they’re messed up. I have to rethink things.
If Harry was a daddy, why wouldn’t he want to support his kids and his woman? Everything depended on him being a daddy to some of my babies. I guess that’s why he destroyed that option by getting that stupid operation. More than anything, I was just disappointed that we won’t be having any babies together.
So now, I have to start from scratch, and I don’t have a plan. It is good that he’s calling, emailing and texting. I avoided looking at anything all day, so I wouldn’t be tempted to respond. That man needs to sweat a little.
I waited for Carl to go to sleep and slipped into the bathroom, so I could finally read and listen to everything. When I read and listened to the messages, it all made me so happy. He was sorry. He didn’t mean it. He wants me home. He wants to talk. He needs to see me. He needs me. He loves me.
Well, good. I love you, too, asshole. But you can’t treat me like those other whores. Remember who I am. I sent him a text.
Me: I’m so mad at you.
Him: I know, baby. I’m sorry we can fix
this. Come home to me. Please!
Him: Are you still there?
Him: Charlotte?
I went to bed and slept pretty well. In Carl’s arms.
We spent the next three days at all the resorts Orlando has to offer. It was so much fun. I hadn’t been there since I was a little girl.
We saw a lot of kids -- happy little kids with their mommies and daddies. It made me long for a baby, even more than normal. Carl was so sweet. He looked fondly at those babies just as I did. He’s going to be a wonderful father. I love him so much.
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