Her First Time - Book 1: Hotwife Dreams and Realities by Peter G Johnson & Robert L

Author:Peter G Johnson & Robert L [Johnson, Peter G & L, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Robert and I were leaning against the headboard, the same one that my ex, I guess not so much ‘ex’-lover anymore had tried to hammer my head through a few minutes earlier.

Alan left ‘to let his dogs go potty’ a few minutes earlier. I smiled at that, a man who’d leave the woman he’d just fucked for letting his dogs out couldn’t be all bad.

It was a brief respite from my feeling of impending disaster. I was crying, trying to keep the tears wiped off my cheeks and not doing a very good job of it. “I’m so, so sorry,” I told my husband, in between the near sobs.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him, “Hon? What?”

He still didn’t get it. I looked at him, wiping tears off my cheeks, trying to calm myself, “I lied to you, sweetheart. Well, not exactly, but I didn’t tell you everything, not nearly.”

He lay there, waiting for me to continue.

I wiped another tear from my cheek, “I told you about Alan, but not everything. I didn’t tell you how much I loved him. We were going to be married, at least I thought so.” I took a deep breath, “It was why I didn’t want to tell you about Alan in the first place, our first time. I didn’t want to drag out my old memories because I was afraid… of exactly what happened… of what it could do to us, our marriage.”

From the look on his face, I thought he was starting to understand, at least a little. I went on with a whisper, “I can’t… put what happened back in a bottle, forget that it happened, forget how much I loved Alan…” and I know, my soft whisper, “that I still do.”

I wiped away another tear, getting a little strength back that I was finally being honest with Robert, “I thought… that if we just went to dinner… nothing would happen. I tried, I really did. That it’d be okay. We could go home and… everything would be fine. But it’s not fine. I can’t….”

Robert was starting to understand, his face had turned white, fearing what was coming out of my mouth. So was I.

“I love you. I love our kids and our life together… but, but I can’t just go back… and forget.”

He was looking down, “So,” looked back up at me, “what you’re saying, you’re going to choose him?”

At that, I burst into tears all over again. When I got myself back in control, “No… I don’t know! I just know I can’t just leave!” I tried to understand myself, “I… I… want… need… both… I love you!” my sobs engulfing me.

We lay for the next several minutes, me trying to control myself. I felt like I needed my husband, “Sweetheart, make love with me?”

He looked toward me with a smile on his face, “Aren’t you pretty sore?”

I nodded, “Uhuh, but it’s a good sore. I still want you.”

He rolled over toward me, we kissed and made slow, lingering love.

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