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My best friend’s older brother bent me over in their garage
She went inside to get drinks. He stayed.
He locked the side door, pushed me against the workbench, and yanked my shorts down. I was already wet. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating himself, then pushed in with one long, hard thrust. I had to bite my arm to stay quiet.
He fucked me deep and rough, gripping my hips and pulling me back onto him. Every stroke made wet, filthy sounds. He reached around and rubbed my clit while he pounded me. I came hard, shaking and dripping down his balls. He kept going until he groaned and flooded me, thick cum pulsing deep inside.
When he pulled out it ran down my thighs. He just fixed his pants and opened the door again.
My best friend came back two minutes later. I still had her brother’s cum leaking out of me.
My boyfriend proposed to me at dinner, then his wife walked in.
For three years, I believed I was the only woman in Daniel's life.
He remembered my coffee order, called me every morning before work, and never went to bed without telling me he loved me.
When I lost my job, he covered my rent. When my mother fell ill, he stayed beside me at the hospital.
So when he invited me to an expensive restaurant and got down on one knee, I cried before he even opened the ring box.
“Yes,” I whispered.
Our 32-year-old daughter moved back in six months ago with her two kids after her marriage ended.
She was working full-time before, but the divorce wiped out her savings and she needed help with childcare while she looks for something that pays enough to cover rent again.
At first it felt like the right thing.
Now the house is loud from 6 a.m. until bedtime, the kitchen is never clean, and my wife and I are paying for groceries for five people on a retirement budget we already stretched thin.
Last week she asked if we could watch the kids three nights a week so she can go out with friends.
I said we can do one night.
She got quiet and later told her sister that we’re treating her like a teenager.
I heard the call. I told her we’re happy to help while she gets back on her feet, but we’re not a free daycare and we’re not covering her social life.
She said she didn’t ask to be divorced and that her kids need a stable home.
I said the stable home still has adults who also need rest and boundaries.
Always happy to oblige, I got into the bathtub and so did she. We kissed while she stroked me to hardness. As soon as I was, she was on her knees in doggy, spreading her cheeks apart. I plunged every inch on my dick into her with ease. I don’t think I had ever felt her this wet before. She moaned and grunted with every thrust. “Finger my arse” she begged as she looked back at me. I stuck my thumb inside her pouting bumhole with pleasure and she moaned back in approving delight. A few minutes of this, I pulled her hair back hard (something she loves) and hinted that I m close. She begged breathlessly for a few more minutes. I could feel she too was close, so I reached around her and choked her hard, my finger still her bum as I pounded her deep. Her eyes rolled back as her body began to shiver violently. “Cum now” she whispered into my ear. I let go of her throat and fucked her cunt desperately like a jackhammer till I came inside her.
We both stayed in that bathtub, limp, sweaty and catching breath for the next half hour. She confessed that this would probably be the last time we fuck, because X wants to be exclusive with her and she wants to give it an honest shot, but wanted one last fuck. We spent a few more hours in her bed, talking and drinking. We both went down on each other once more, for old times sake lol, before we said our goodnights with lot of hugs and kisses.
We met on Monday in the office and now they are officially dating.
I m gonna miss fucking her, but never say never I guess.
PART 4 - THE WOMAN IN THE BURNING
Scene 2: Two wounded hearts
Sarah drove Jack to her house to clean a cut on his shoulder.
She noticed the wedding ring around his neck, hanging from a thin chain.
You still wear it.
Taking it off feels like leaving her behind.
Sarah sat opposite him.
Grief doesn't mean you have to stop living. It means someone mattered enough to change you forever.
Jack looked at her.
How do you know that?
She hesitated.
Because I lost someone too. My fiancé died in a highway accident four years ago. I spent two years convincing myself that being alone meant I couldn't be hurt again.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
Then Sarah touched his hand.
You don't have to pretend you're okay with me.
Jack looked at her fingers resting over his.
I don't know how to be anyone except a soldier right now."
"Then start by being a man who tells the truth.
Their eyes met, and something quietly shifted between them.
It wasn't love yet.
It was recognition.
Two people who understood what it meant to lose a future they had once believed was guaranteed.