He Didn't Cheat, But...
Friday, though, Mike got a little too big for his britches, and I'm still angry with him. I went to visit him and do our usual routine. I check his vitals, make sure his surgery scar is healing, document all that, and do some light physical therapy (stretches, light activity, and monitored walks around his home). Then when we're done, I move in to give him a little kiss. We've had a couple of make outs lately before I suck him that I've really enjoyed.
That's when I smell it - pussy. I stop, he looks surprised.
I ask him who he has been fucking, sliding down to take off his basketball shorts while I start taking off my work polo (I usually blow him in my underwear OR topless with my scrub pants still on). He says his ex-wife Connie came by this morning. At this point I was on my knees and just about to pop his dick out. I go ahead and do it and again smell pussy. Now I'm mad. I tell him to go wash his dick. And brush his teeth. I put on my Nurse-Angry Mom voice, and he shoots out of the bedroom. I hear water running in the bathroom.
When he comes back, I'm dressed again. I ask him if he came in her pussy. He says yes, he flooded her. I ask her if she came, he said he thought so. He had a hand on his dick, jerking it. I tell him firmly I'm leaving. I tell him he doesn't get to fuck her and just put his dirty dick in my mouth like that. Or kiss me.
I sat in my car in his driveway for a solid five minutes, fuming. We're not a thing, but I still feel disrespected. I've been pissed off at him all weekend. I have half a mind to report that he's been acting inappropriately towards me to my boss. The agency I work for has a strict policy that anyone who makes that report gets reassigned.
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