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“You’re a fucking asshole!” she screams at me, her voice peppered with venom. I sternly stare at her, wait a moment and calmly reply, “I’m the asshole?” She drops her head and her eyes stare blankly at the floor. Her shoulders slump forward and she nervously fidgets with her fingers. She knows to remain silent and wait for me to finish what I have to say to her. I calmly continue, “You go out and fuck some wannabe badass, douchebag. And I’m the asshole?” She lifts her head ever so slightly, bursting at the seams to plead her case. She knows she is not allowed to speak till I give her permission to. My stern stare made that perfectly clear to her. She fights back both tears and sobs. “What if you got hurt, Elizabeth?” I ask her. The genuine concern is unmistakable in my voice. Held back tears flow down her reddened cheeks. She begins to sob uncontrollably. I fight back my own urge to take her in my arms and let her cry for as long as she needs to. Let her shed as many tears as it takes, to purge herself of the torment inside her. “You promised that you would come to me first, if you ever wanted to fuck someone else. Not after the fact. I do thank you for owning up to it, Elizabeth. We agreed that I would meet with them and make a decision. Your safety is always my first concern. I am not angry with you, I am angry and hurt at what you have done,” I continue. I remain silent for a few moments and then say to her, “You may speak now.” Her voice cracks and changes pitch with each word. Her reply is filled with long pauses and sobs, “I’m so sorry. You were away for two weeks. We all got so drunk at Chrissy’s birthday party… I’m so sorry. It took longer for him to put on the condom, than to finish.” “Well, at least you practiced safe sex. I know you are very sorry, Elizabeth. Now you have a choice to make. Either you agree to the punishment or we end it,” I reply. “Call me when you have made your decision,” I turn and make my way to her door. In a small voice, Elizabeth cries out after me, “Please don’t go. I’m so sorry.” I stop at the door, my hand on the door knob and my forehead against the door. “You hurt me a lot,” I reply, and leave. The punishment she has to agree to is harsh. She has to find someone to be my sub for a session. She has Küçükköy escort bayan to watch, seated in a chair. If she gets out of the chair before I decide the session is over, I will end our almost five year relationship. On the elevator ride down to the lobby of her condo my mind wanders to when we met. I met Elizabeth at work. She did a summer internship with the company I worked at. She was twenty two, in her last year of university. I was forty years old and had been divorced for five years. Her beauty struck me the first time I saw her. A tall, slim brunette, with a fire in her eyes that begged to be fed. She was, and still is, a notorious flirt. At a company night out that summer, I was at the bar watching her dance with Chrissy. Elizabeth noticed me staring at her. She walked up to me and asked me to dance with her. I thanked her for the invite and politely informed her I don’t dance. She looked me in the eye, smiled and called me a pussy. I smiled back at her and offered to assist her with refining her manners. She didn’t flinch and dared me to try. I was expecting her to turn and walk away. She just stood there and glared at me. Waiting to see who would look away first. I felt my cock twitch. I lifted my glass of scotch to her lips and growled at her to drink it. Her eyes darted to the glass. I lifted the glass and watched her swallow the scotch in one gulp. She shivered and her face scrunched up, as if she had just sucked on a lemon. I waited till she looked at me again, and told her to take her ass back to all the little boys that were jerking off over her, and her friends. She replied, fuck you, please and thank you. And that she was staying with me until we had a shot of tequila together. She ordered two tequilas. Brushed her hair off her right shoulder and asked that I lick her neck and pour salt on it. You know how to drink tequila, don’t you? She mocked. I told her I was rubbing off on her, she at least said please and thank you this time. I took the salt shaker in my left hand and grabbed a fist full of her hair in my right hand. Slowly I pulled, tilting her head to the side. Keeping my eyes locked on hers. I leaned in and slowly sunk my teeth into her exposed neck. Licking and sucking Escort Mecidiyeköy her soft flesh into my mouth. She moaned. I poured salt on her glistening skin and bit into it and sucked the salt into my mouth. I downed the tequila and put the lemon slice in the empty glass. I don’t like lemon, I told her. My turn, she purred to me. Her hands shot to my chest and she unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt. She ran her hands over my chest, digging her fingers into my thick muscles. Chrissy came up behind her and pulled her away by her arm, saying something about the little girl’s room. Elizabeth followed her, walking backwards and smiling at me. I winked at her and blew her a kiss. She turned to Chrissy and said something. Chrissy nodded. Elizabeth walked back to me, put her hands on my chest and kissed my lips. To be continued, she whispered in my ear, turned slowly and walked away. That fire still burns in her eyes. I get in my car, light up a cigarette and watch the sun slowly disappear into the lake. I drive home and go to bed. I wake up Saturday morning before my alarm goes off. I don’t bother to focus my eyes and see what time it is. I reach over and slide the plastic button to, “Alarm Off”. I take a shower, put on a pair of shorts and head to my kitchen to make coffee. Before the water starts to boil, my cell phone vibrates and chimes. I pick it up and look at the lit screen. It’s Elizabeth calling. I swipe the screen and put the phone to my ear. “Good morning, Elizabeth.” I hear her breathe out a long sigh of relief, before she replies and asks, “Good morning, luv, how are you?” I can picture her twisting and biting her bottom lip and holding her phone with both hands, tight against her ear. “I’m okay. Just making coffee,” I reply and ask her how she is holding up. “I feel like shit. I miss you so much,” she answers. “I miss you too,” I reply. Another sigh of relief escapes her. “Chrissy will do it,” she announces. “Very well, when?” I ask. “Your place, tonight,” she struggles to get the words out. Hearing her own words as they leave her lips, hits Elizabeth hard. It has become real, she struggles to accept it. A quick sob and the back of her hand wiping her nose, she regains her Merter escort composure. “Elizabeth, are you sure you want Chrissy to be the one?” I ask her. “I’m sure. She’s my best friend. We’ve always been there for each other. And, I don’t think I could forgive anyone else. I just wish she wasn’t so fucking eager and happy about it,” she forces a small chuckle as she answers. I laugh out loud at her comment. I can picture Elizabeth smile, knowing she made me laugh. A moment of silence passes and she asks me, “Are you still hurt and mad at me?” I exhale and reply, “Of course I am still hurt. And I am not mad at you, I am angry at what you did,” I wait a few seconds and add, “But, not as angry as yesterday.” Under her breath, Elizabeth whispers, “I am so sorry.” Not meant for me to hear, she is thinking out loud. “Do you still love me, Gil?” Elizabeth asks. Her words are filled with a deep urgency. Immediately I reply, “Of course I still love you. Never doubt that Elizabeth. You are my world. I love you madly.” Through a sob and a small laugh, she replies, “Good, because I love you madlier.” She chuckles and adds, “And I don’t care if madlier isn’t a real word. I love you madlier.” We stay on the phone, silent, for minutes. I break the silence and tell her to be at my place around eight. Elizabeth and Chrissy arrive a few minutes before eight. I open the door and greet them with a smile. Elizabeth bolts towards me and throws her arms around my neck and kisses me long and hard. Sucking my tongue into her mouth and moaning as she presses hard against my body. As if she wants to be absorbed into my body. She holds on to me a few minutes and then pulls away. “Hello Chrissy, you sure you are up to this?” I ask her. She hugs me and kisses my cheek. Then replies, “Yes I am, and just so you know, I had to promise Elizabeth I would hate every minute of it. So don’t take it personally.” I laugh and assure her I will take no offence. Chrissy is a petite blonde slim and fit, and very intelligent. She still looks like a high school cheerleader. She is very pretty, she has a porn star look to her, slim legs, waist and hips. Her eyes are a deep blue and always sparkle. Her breasts are small and perky. She is wearing jean shorts and pink hoodie. She is not wearing a bra. Her hard nipples are clearly visible through her hoodie. “Upstairs then,” I say and motion her ahead of me. Elizabeth wraps both her arms around my arm, snuggles up close and walks up to the bedroom with me. She is wearing a pale yellow, short summer dress, and of course, no panties or a bra.
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