You Can't Handle the Truth
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Chapter 12
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 12 - A man is betrayed by his wife which he discovers in a brutal fashion. He leaves her to rebuild his life without her. The story also tracks what happens to the wife.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Fiction Cheating Slut Wife Humiliation
Wilson’s Promontory
I drifted awake to the soft sound of Elena’s footsteps as she moved across the hardwood floors toward the bathroom. I cracked my eyelids open, my gaze instinctively searching for the naked silhouette I had memorized in the moonlight. She stopped at the threshold, her frame framed by the doorway, and glanced back with a predatory spark in her eyes.
“What are you waiting for, Jack?” she asked in a low pitched voice. “The shower awaits. I made you a promise last night. You don’t think I’m going in there alone?”
I scrambled out of bed as the remnants of sleep instantly vanished. She was working a promise! I was hard before my feet even hit the floor. By the time I arrived, the room was beginning to fill with steam. As I joined her in the shower, she leaned back into me, her lips brushing my ear with an insistent whisper.
“I need help cleaning my breasts, Jack,” she murmured. “They are just too big for me to clean alone. I need your hands all over them.”
Elena leaned back into me, her skin slick and shimmering, pressing the generous curve of her backside firmly against my erection. She lathered her breasts with soap. “Help me, Jack,” she breathed, “I need your hands!”
My palms slid over the slickness of her huge breasts, exulting in the moment. Feeling the sharp nubs of her nipples, I caught them between my fingers, tweaking them with a playful intensity. Elena let out a gasp, her head lolling back against my shoulder as a shiver of pleasure raced through her. I continued to slide my hands over her breast for what seemed like an hour, as she ground her ass into my erection. I never wanted it to stop, hoping that the hot water would last.
Suddenly, she spun around with a predatory grace, her wet skin sliding against mine. “Pick me up, Jack! I need you in me right now,” she commanded. I reached down, my fingers digging into the soft weight of her ass, and hoisted her upward. She wrapped her legs around my waist with a strength that surprised me, her ankles locking behind my back as she guided my erection precisely into her entrance.
“Let me control this,” she whispered against my neck. She began to move, her body pushing up and down in a slow rhythm, her breasts moving against my chest.
Her was breath hot and humid against my ear. “I bet your miserable wife never did this with you, did she? Can you feel my slippery tits running up and down your chest? Her tits were so tiny that you wouldn’t even be able to feel anything.”
The excitement in her voice ramped as she continued. “She was dry and frigid, a miserable excuse for a woman. Even if you managed to get into her frigid cunt, it was loose and floppy, your cock couldn’t even feel it when you entered her skanky cunt. Not like mine, can you feel me grip you when I move up an down?”
At the peak of her movement, Elena’s hands gripped my shoulders tightly as she anchored herself to me, and she surged upward one last time. “God, I love this!” she gasped, the words ripped from her throat. “Hold me tight, Jack! Don’t let me go!” She went wild, trembling and shaking up and down.
The unbridled exuberance in Elena’s voice acted as the final trigger that ignited my own orgasm. She continued to shudder against me as the dam finally broke. An orgasm ripped through me with a violence that left me momentarily blind. My legs began to tremble under the combined weight of our slick bodies, and I drove her back against the tiled wall of the shower to keep us both from collapsing. I leaned into her, my forehead resting against the cool ceramic, gasping for air for several long moments.
The rental car hummed along the winding road that led to the hiking trails at Wilson’s Promontory. Elena was elegant, as usual, in linen hiking gear. A seed of doubt, planted by twenty years of gaslighting, began to itch.
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