Straight Female / 35
Back In Baby's Arms
My husband and I have been separated for four months now, the worst four months of my life. I found out he was cheating, and on top of that with a skinny girl from work with no tits. I'm curvy (always have been), 175 lbs of half Latina perfection and I gave my entire life to him since I was 17. We've been trying to have kids and found out it was impossible - I was devastated, fell into a depression. He fell into her.
I kicked him out, she rejected him as she already had a younger boyfriend. So he went and stayed with a friend and came by a few times to pick up belongings from our house we shared. I cried, drank a lot, and masturbated like crazy for the man I couldn't get over. I wanted to know what she did that I wouldn't, what sleazy nasty thing she was willing to do to him that made him stray. I didn't look for another cock, though I know I could have found it easily. Instead I rolled to his side of the bed and smelled the pillow he left and humped our bed while sobbing several nights a week.
Christmas Eve somehow he and I end up drunk texting each other. He came over and I flat out begged him to fuck me - I cried, big ugly tears for it. And he gave it to me, in my favorite position - prone bone. I love how it feels to just lay there like that and wiggle my butt and have him fill me up, try to splatter my cervix with his seed. He did so, calling my name as he emptied his soul into me. I rolled over and held him to my fat tits, tried to smother him. I told him not to go, to stay. I didn't care anymore, we'd work on it. He feel asleep after stroking my round face, pushing my bangs back from my eyes (I love that). He said I missed how you smell, and nodded off.
In the morning I sucked his dick, my dick, the dick I adored, craved, trained, pleased, needed, hated, hated to share. I swallowed his load and felt that completeness again. He's not leaving again, I can't deal with that. I can't deal with him not being with me, in me. I will not let him go or be out of my sight again. I guess he feels the same way - yesterday afternoon he sat me down and gave me the info to his phone, facebook, insta. Showed me the texts, deleted the pictures she sent him. We're going to change his number, too.
I never stopped wearing his ring - his never left his pocket. We should probably get new ones if we're going to be something new.
I kicked him out, she rejected him as she already had a younger boyfriend. So he went and stayed with a friend and came by a few times to pick up belongings from our house we shared. I cried, drank a lot, and masturbated like crazy for the man I couldn't get over. I wanted to know what she did that I wouldn't, what sleazy nasty thing she was willing to do to him that made him stray. I didn't look for another cock, though I know I could have found it easily. Instead I rolled to his side of the bed and smelled the pillow he left and humped our bed while sobbing several nights a week.
Christmas Eve somehow he and I end up drunk texting each other. He came over and I flat out begged him to fuck me - I cried, big ugly tears for it. And he gave it to me, in my favorite position - prone bone. I love how it feels to just lay there like that and wiggle my butt and have him fill me up, try to splatter my cervix with his seed. He did so, calling my name as he emptied his soul into me. I rolled over and held him to my fat tits, tried to smother him. I told him not to go, to stay. I didn't care anymore, we'd work on it. He feel asleep after stroking my round face, pushing my bangs back from my eyes (I love that). He said I missed how you smell, and nodded off.
In the morning I sucked his dick, my dick, the dick I adored, craved, trained, pleased, needed, hated, hated to share. I swallowed his load and felt that completeness again. He's not leaving again, I can't deal with that. I can't deal with him not being with me, in me. I will not let him go or be out of my sight again. I guess he feels the same way - yesterday afternoon he sat me down and gave me the info to his phone, facebook, insta. Showed me the texts, deleted the pictures she sent him. We're going to change his number, too.
I never stopped wearing his ring - his never left his pocket. We should probably get new ones if we're going to be something new.
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