- Loving Wives
- Irene Pt. 02
- Page 2
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Click here"Let's pretend for a minute that we understand everything, Aris. But one last thing. Just one last thing...We -me and Elias- fucked this girl! At the same time! How can you cope with this fact? Wouldn't it be awkward with us being around?"
"Well guys, that was the point I was trying to come to."
I took a deep breath and went on.
"I don't think we should see each other for a while."
"What?" They barked together.
"You break up with us?" asked Miki.
"No, no. I think we should take a break and see what happens."
"You son of a bitch," cried Elias. "After all those years... How can you do that to us? Just for a stupid bitch!"
"We were best friends, Aris," said Miki, "and you leave us for a slut. I hate you! I hate you, man!"
"Miki, please don't make things difficult for me."
"Fuck you, motherfucker. Fuck you!" he barked. "Get out of my house!"
* * *
As darkness approached on Friday evening, I was in the kitchen, busily preparing a sumptuous meal for Irene. The Caesar salad was prepared to perfection, the fresh green beans with bacon warm and ready, and the smoked salmon fettuccini alfredo was hot and bubbly. Lights were dimmed in the dining and living room area with many candles providing the room with a soft flickering ambience. Very soft music from the stereo was providing an inviting atmosphere for two possible lovers. The table was covered with a lace tablecloth plus candles, a centerpiece, and the place settings done with great precision and care. I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for her and wanted to set the seductive tone for the evening. I wanted this woman with all my being and will stop at nothing to show the depth of my desire for her.
The meal now prepared, I took care of my clothes and made sure I look as good as possible, as she was due to arrive shortly. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. There was an SMS from her.
'Hey buddy! I met a hot guy in the plane ;) Don't wait me for tonight :p I'll see you tomorrow...Take care...'
- COMMENTS
26thNCalmost 4 years agoHad to see if this ruined individual continued this pos. What a nasty bitch.
Anonymousabout 8 years agoYeah, I'll hang around to see what justification he finally uses to marry this stupid no self-respecting slut. I just hope this guy is not allergic to penicillin. He's going to be needing a lot of it during this marriage.
chytownabout 8 years agoVery entertaining and enjoyable story, Thanks for sharing something different!!!
Anonymousabout 8 years agoGood story. Never trust a human without knowing his/her background.
Anonymousabout 8 years agoA tiresome polemic about the value of women who like to fuck, finished with a twist of her being true to form. I have no idea how to rate that.
It's mind-numbingly boring until the last paragraph.
PostScriptorabout 8 years agoIn the chapter, Irene tells him that so far she hasn't met a man who made her want to be exclusive. Clearly he thought that he WAS that man. He goes to bat for her with his friends, and then...WHAM! She shows him.
So it will take quite a leap to see how she becomes his wife. If it means she continues to have other men when she feels like it, the question isn't whether one might continue screwing here — but why in heavens name would he MARRY her? LOL!!
Thanks for your time, effort and imagination in writing this story. And also for having the bravery to put it into the LW genre!
Anonymousabout 8 years agoWhy is it here? I see a slut running amok and not much more. Certainly not erotic or sexy. More garbage.
Anonymousabout 8 years agoI have now read all your posted stories.
I think you are right up there with the best of the storytellers.
Thanks and please keep them coming.
patillieabout 8 years agoNot sure what communication they had or didnt have re the nature of their relationship, whether it was exclusive or not, but clearly our narrator thought it was, or that she would certainly be coming to visit him.
But this is how promiscuous women operate, and he will have to accept his training as a cuckold in waiting (for future marriage) or move on. It is clear from the first chapter that he married her, so he doesnt move on, so lets see how this evolves.
