u/beIovd

Our wedding day was everything I could have hoped for, friends and family, all celebrating us, our love for each other. I knew it was uncommon but I looked forward to our wedding planning and day, just as much as you! Sure we had some troubles, but what couple doesnt face hardships. When we went to different universities, states apart our love for each other only got stronger~

Now I was married to the love of my life. We could have been in the tropics, although I wanted nothing more being back home with you, my newly wed wife. Drunk and stumbling into our house, we waved goodbye to one of the last groups standing from our wild action packed weekend. What happened next was all a blur, our clothes leading a trail to our bedroom.

I was tipsy and ready to make love for the second time today! "Fuck, I love you so much Wifey" I say, while looking at your naked body on display for me, the wedding ring on your finger the perfect touch. I was the luckiest man alive, you were ridiculously out of my league everyone knew it, but that didn't matter, we were crazy in love~

*Almost tripping after a bad attempted strip show, I throw my boxers across the bedroom. My hard 4.5-inch dick was out and proud, of course I knew to some degree you lied about my manhood. However I liked those little white lies "how big my cock is", "how thick and fat" those four inches were. At the bare minimum, I learned how to eat your pussy just how you liked it. After making you orgasmn, I wasted no time getting on top of you. Pushing in all four and a half inches, I was quickly balls deep inside my beautiful wife. I feel the wedding ring on your hand as we make love, slow and passionately the only way I knew how. Attempting some drunk dirty talk, I break away from our French kissing, "who's pussy is this, Wifey? Who owns this pussy?" I ask getting closer to cumming. Although what you said next made me nut within seconds, "he's, he's, he's not here right now!... You don't know him... we’re not, speaking right now". Needless to say it was a bit awkward after I came, xo*

18+

Everything was going as exactly as planned. I moved out of my dads house, we got an affordable place of our own, we worked part time jobs saving up during the summer. Nothing could slow us down or split us up, that was until I got a full-ride scholarship to the music college of my dreams. I should have told you I applied, although I never thought I'd actually get it.

Having an upbringing in a small town, I always had big country dreams. Eventually, my career started taking off, and my dreams were pulling me away from our hometown. Before I left, I came up with what I thought was a bright idea you could move into my old bedroom while I was gone. It seemed like the perfect setup. You would save money, my dad’s house was within walking distance of your college, and you wouldn't even need to borrow my sweaters when the whole room already smelled like me. Right before I packed up, my dad gave me that classic advice: "If you can make it in New York City, you can make it anywhere." This was it. We all knew my big moment had finally arrived.

​When I first left for the city to chase my dreams, you and my father maintained a comforting routine. You shared dinners, watched movies, made small talk. It only made sense for you to move into my old bedroom when you were struggling to make ends meet all because of me. You were both isolated, and over time, having someone there to fill that role made the empty house a little easier to bear.

​Weeks turned into months. When I missed coming home for Christmas, you both claimed to understand, after all I was trying to build a future, and the holidays were the prime opportunity to advance my career. But back home, watching your friends receive gifts, flowers, and affection, I didn't realize how deeply the solitude was wearing you down.

​When Christmas Eve arrived, my father opened a bottle of wine for the two of you to share. The television hummed with the cheesy, nostalgic holiday movies he always insisted on keeping alive as a tradition. By the time the bottle was half-empty, the walls had come down, and you both were diving headfirst into your feelings, confiding in him about your struggles, about us. In your vulnerability, my father tried to comfort you, reassuring you that I would be home sooner than you thought.

​Yet, when Christmas morning broke, you awoke naked in his bed. Hungover and affected by shame, you both desperately insisted it was a mistake. And yet, at nine o'clock that very night, you knocked on his bedroom door wearing a sheer, red nightgown. The exact nightgown you had planned to wear for me this holiday while I was a thousand miles away performing in the city.

18+

Everything was going as exactly as planned. I moved out of my dads house, we got an affordable place of our own, we worked part time jobs saving up during the summer. Nothing could slow us down or split us up, that was until I got a full-ride scholarship to the music college of my dreams. I should have told you I applied, although I never thought I'd actually get it.

Having an upbringing in a small town, I always had big country dreams. Eventually, my career started taking off, and my dreams were pulling me away from our hometown. Before I left, I came up with what I thought was a bright idea you could move into my old bedroom while I was gone. It seemed like the perfect setup. You would save money, my dad’s house was within walking distance of your college, and you wouldn't even need to borrow my sweaters when the whole room already smelled like me. Right before I packed up, my dad gave me that classic advice: "If you can make it in New York City, you can make it anywhere." This was it. We all knew my big moment had finally arrived.

​When I first left for the city to chase my dreams, you and my father maintained a comforting routine. You shared dinners, watched movies, made small talk. It only made sense for you to move into my old bedroom when you were struggling to make ends meet all because of me. You were both isolated, and over time, having someone there to fill that role made the empty house a little easier to bear.

​Weeks turned into months. When I missed coming home for Christmas, you both claimed to understand, after all I was trying to build a future, and the holidays were the prime opportunity to advance my career. But back home, watching your friends receive gifts, flowers, and affection, I didn't realize how deeply the solitude was wearing you down.

​When Christmas Eve arrived, my father opened a bottle of wine for the two of you to share. The television hummed with the cheesy, nostalgic holiday movies he always insisted on keeping alive as a tradition. By the time the bottle was half-empty, the walls had come down, and you both were diving headfirst into your feelings, confiding in him about your struggles, about us. In your vulnerability, my father tried to comfort you, reassuring you that I would be home sooner than you thought.

​Yet, when Christmas morning broke, you awoke naked in his bed. Hungover and affected by shame, you both desperately insisted it was a mistake. And yet, at nine o'clock that very night, you knocked on his bedroom door wearing a sheer, red nightgown. The exact nightgown you had planned to wear for me this holiday while I was a thousand miles away performing in the city.

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Although I was from a small town, I had big dreams. I made country songs about trucks, fishing, last but not least my unconditional love for you. You were my one and only, my world. Everyone in town knew we were meant to be together, and no one would ever dare to get in between us.

Unfortunately when push came to shove, you were attending college in town, and my dreams were taking me out of our hometown away from you. Be that as it may, I was certain a long-distance relationship was going to be a breeze for us, we weren't like other couples\~ You hated the city lights, the never-ending traffic, the flooded streets. I myself on the other hand, was ready to conquer the concrete jungle, I had to if I was going to take country music seriously.

"If you could make it in New York City, you can make it anywhere." To my surpise months into my music degree I realized it was all about connections, more importantly who you knew. A fish out of water, in due time I had wasted 30 thousand of my dads hard earned money. In due time, my marks were flailing in the wind causing me to drop out shamefully.

After packing my boxes, I drove all day and night to come back home. Too guilt ridden to tell my father of my failures over the phone. This was something that had to be done face to face, man to man! It was his afterall, every single dollar that made up that hefty cheque. Yet, I was happy to have chased my dream given it a go. I always thought with the cup half full, but now it was time to come back home, think realistically - work with my dad at his shop, settle down with you the love of my life.

Arriving shortly after the sunset, I was back in town at last. I picked me and my dad up a coffee, checking I got his order right. Pulling into the driveway, I was ready to feel the familiarity of my bedroom after months away from home. What matters is that I tried right. Making my way upstairs, I was prepared to break the news to my dad, man to man. When oddly enough I noticed all the bedroom doors were open. Walking to my dad's bedroom my heart sunk to my stomach seeing you and my dad sleeping naked in his master bedroom.

Your tits out casually, the covers doing a horrible job at covering you and him. \*My eyes got stuck like glue on my fathers heavy flaccid cock and balls, a soft 7-8-inches. He was huge compared to my 4.5-inch rager even when flaccid.\* In a panic I started to think about my girthy dads cock fucking you, "a real cock" when I looked back up, I saw your eyes looking straight back at me. Embarrassed, I dont say a word and rush to my bedroom slamming the door.

18+

After my moms accident, we put everything on hold, college, my part-time job, we had to. My dad wouldn't eat without us, we hid his keys since he was drunk 99 percent of the time. Month after month he dug himself deeper into the hole that would soon be his demise. Although I didn't blame him, my mom was all he had ever known, infact the only woman he had ever been with. They were the picture-perfect love story, but alas accidents happen.

Night after night, he partied alone like it was the end of the world. At his jobsite, his employees struggled to get by without their boss. It was only a matter of months before his company went belly up. Not to mention he had began to lose all decency, only wearing a robe around the house showing off his hairy dadbod when it wasnt tied well enough, flashing you his cock accidentally.

We cooked and cleaned for him but still it wasn't enough. No amount of time or therapy was able to do the trick. It didn't help he didn't want to "get out there", I told him it was what she would want. The only problem was no woman alive would want my dad right now, the shell of man he used to be. I would have done anything to get my old goofy dad back, the dad jokes that made my eyes roll. We did everything we could to pull him out of his sorrows: a family intervention, a vacation, dating apps.

Suddenly, an idea crossed my mind. There was another woman he did love, you xo. Grief is like the ocean, sometimes the water is calm and sometimes it is overwhelming. How was I going to move out when I knew my dad was going to keep spiraling downward? I had an idea but my plan relied on you entirely. You didn't have to fuck him, but imagine what a handjob or your lips around his cock would do for him in a time like this. My dad loved you.

After my moms accident, we put everything on hold, college, my part-time job, we had to. My dad wouldn't eat without us, we hid his keys since he was drunk 99 percent of the time. Month after month he dug himself deeper into the hole that would soon be his demise. Although I didn't blame him, my mom was all he had ever known, infact the only woman he had ever been with. They were the picture-perfect love story, but alas accidents happen.

Night after night, he partied alone like it was the end of the world. At his jobsite, his employees struggled to get by without their boss. It was only a matter of months before his company went belly up. Not to mention he had began to lose all decency, only wearing a robe around the house showing off his hairy dadbod when it wasnt tied well enough, flashing you his cock accidentally.

We cooked and cleaned for him but still it wasn't enough. No amount of time or therapy was able to do the trick. It didn't help he didn't want to "get out there", I told him it was what she would want. The only problem was no woman alive would want my dad right now, the shell of man he used to be. I would have done anything to get my old goofy dad back, the dad jokes that made my eyes roll. We did everything we could to pull him out of his sorrows: a family intervention, a vacation, dating apps.

Suddenly, an idea crossed my mind. There was another woman he did love, you xo. Grief is like the ocean, sometimes the water is calm and sometimes it is overwhelming. How was I going to move out when I knew my dad was going to keep spiraling downward? I had an idea but my plan relied on you entirely. You didn't have to fuck him, but imagine what a handjob or your lips around his cock would do for him in a time like this. My dad loved you.

It was a hard choice to make, but in the end we moved for a job offer I couldnt refuse, leaving behinds our friends, our routines, our lives as we knew it. On the brightside, in under a year we were new house owners, I was enroute to promotion, last but not least engaged to the most gorgeous woman on planet earth. I couldn't wait for you to be my stay at home wife, I was the breadwinner.

After coming home to a hot home cooked meal from you, in due time it was time to get back to the grind. To my surprise when I turned our home computer I received a tinder notification. I trusted you to the moon and back, a hundred and ten percent so I was certain it was a scam, a cheap hack. Yesterday, you had signed into the computer to write an email and clearly forgot to sign out.

Calling you into my home office, I show you the scam message sent to your email, although I quickly put your worries to rest mentioning my I.T guy can fix the viruses on your email in a jiff. However before I could call him you admit to me it is in fact a real tinder notification. Taking your cellphone out you show me your "dating app" profile allowing me to snoop.

Shortly I am relieved, a warm wave crashing over me seeing you had no bad intentions. "Every single picture is of us. This isn't as bad as it sounds. I didn't mean to call you out or anything" I say, while reading your bio. It clearly stated you were only looking for friends. Friends who liked the same nerdy things you did: theatre, museums, astrology, photography. Everything that bored me to no end.

I read all of your chats, in a handful of them I see you deny obvious hookup attempts, only further reassuring me of your search for platonic friends... "Hmm. This one literally likes all the boring, I mean, nerdy stuff you like doing. When were you going to tell me?" In the end, it was a win win for both of us. You get to spend some nights out with dinner - not paid for by me, while I get to play video games all night long.

18+

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It was a hard choice to make, but in the end we moved for a job offer I couldnt refuse, leaving behinds our friends, our routines, our lives as we knew it. On the brightside, in under a year we were new house owners, I was enroute to promotion, last but not least engaged to the most gorgeous woman on planet earth. I couldn't wait for you to be my stay at home wife, I was the breadwinner.

After coming home to a hot home cooked meal from you, in due time it was time to get back to the grind. To my surprise when I turned our home computer I received a tinder notification. I trusted you to the moon and back, a hundred and ten percent so I was certain it was a scam, a cheap hack. Yesterday, you had signed into the computer to write an email and clearly forgot to sign out.

Calling you into my home office, I show you the scam message sent to your email, although I quickly put your worries to rest mentioning my I.T guy can fix the viruses on your email in a jiff. However before I could call him you admit to me it is in fact a real tinder notification. Taking your cellphone out you show me your "dating app" profile allowing me to snoop.

Shortly I am relieved, a warm wave crashing over me seeing you had no bad intentions. "Every single picture is of us. This isn't as bad as it sounds. I didn't mean to call you out or anything" I say, while reading your bio. It clearly stated you were only looking for friends. Friends who liked the same nerdy things you did: theatre, museums, astrology, photography. Everything that bored me to no end.

I read all of your chats, in a handful of them I see you deny obvious hookup attempts, only further reassuring me of your search for platonic friends... "Hmm. This one literally likes all the boring, I mean, nerdy stuff you like doing. When were you going to tell me?" In the end, it was a win win for both of us. You get to spend some nights out with dinner - not paid for by me, while I get to play video games all night long.

My parents' plan to move took everyone by storm. Then again, neither me or my brother lived at home. After graduating community college, Josh traveled far and wide trying to find a woman like you. His crush for his brother's girlfriend never letting down.

As for us, we were on a different path in life, building a place to call home with you. After our marriage, we found a beautiful house in town, found jobs we loved. Still, the thought of starting a family scared me, I didn't want to be a dad, just yet. I wanted to travel, pursue a hobby like painting, maybe buy that sports car I always wanted! I wasn't prepared to be a dad. We had plenty of time, and twenty dollars for a pack of condoms was a great deal.

The summer was our time to relax, take a break from our work schedule. When suddenly, we heard a energetic knock on our front door. Josh was done backpacking and ready to come back "home". However, the home he knew was gone. Josh only had us to fall back on in our hometown, because it would take him weeks to find an apartment of his own, like a brother should I offered him our guestroom. It was the least we could do.

18+

We can't start over but we can create new beginnings. Where I came from I was a loser, a reject, but here I'd actually have a shot. Here in the big city where no one knew my name. I had a real chance at friendship, even a girlfriend! Reading self-help books the entire plane ride over I was ready to flourish.

Thus that's exactly what I did, I took every shot I could! I changed everything about myself. I came out of my shell. I glowed up being the social butterfly my hometown denied me to be. Which led me to talk to you, the prettiest female in my course. From asking you to be partners, it wasn't long till we were friends, then telling each other our stories.

You vented about your handful of terrible ex's, stating you were done dating jerks, of course I told you they didn't deserve someone like you. Shortly after, I did my tell all explaining how I was "kind of" a loser being the town's punching bag, in return you told me how my town didn't deserve someone like me...

Several years and some change later. Life was perfect, I had a gorgeous wife, a high paying job. Our lives behind our white picket fence was ideal in every single way. However that was on the outside. If it wasn't for your sex toys, my mediocre dick wouldnt be able to make you orgasm, period. You admitted yourself my fingers felt better than my shaft, it was nothing personal.

Ever since I met you I thought your vibrators and dildos were hot. Your favorite was the 10-inch hyperrealistic dildo that pulsed. I would never dare tell you to throw away your personal belongings, I wasnt insecure. We both knew I couldnt make you cum without your dildo. So, that is what our sex life became, you finished on the dildo and I would have sex with you afterwards. Until the day, I asked where it came from? Was it a pornstars cock?

18+

Our wedding day was everything I could have hoped for, friends and family, all celebrating us, our love for each other. I knew it was uncommon but I looked forward to our wedding planning and day, just as much as you! Sure we had some troubles, but what couple doesnt face hardships. When we went to different universities, states apart our love for each other only got stronger~

Now I was married to the love of my life. We could have been in the tropics, although I wanted nothing more being back home with you, my newly wed wife. Drunk and stumbling into our house, we waved goodbye to one of the last groups standing from our wild action packed weekend. What happened next was all a blur, our clothes leading a trail to our bedroom.

I was tipsy and ready to make love for the second time today! "Fuck, I love you so much Wifey" I say, while looking at your naked body on display for me, the wedding ring on your finger the perfect touch. I was the luckiest man alive, you were ridiculously out of my league everyone knew it, but that didn't matter, we were crazy in love~

Almost tripping after a bad attempted strip show, I throw my boxers across the bedroom. My hard 4.5-inch dick was out and proud, of course I knew to some degree you lied about my manhood. However I liked those little white lies "how big my cock is", "how thick and fat" those four inches were. At the bare minimum, I learned how to eat your pussy just how you liked it. After making you orgasmn, I wasted no time getting on top of you. Pushing in all four and a half inches, I was quickly balls deep inside my beautiful wife. I feel the wedding ring on your hand as we make love, slow and passionately the only way I knew how. Attempting some drunk dirty talk, I break away from our French kissing, "who's pussy is this, Wifey? Who owns this pussy?" I ask getting closer to cumming. Although what you said next made me nut within seconds, "he's, he's, he's not here right now!... You don't know him... we’re not, speaking right now". Needless to say it was a bit awkward after I came, xoxo

Our wedding day was everything I could have hoped for, friends and family, all celebrating us, our love for each other. I knew it was uncommon but I looked forward to our wedding planning and day, just as much as you! Sure we had some troubles, but what couple doesnt face hardships. When we went to different universities, states apart our love for each other only got stronger\~

Now I was married to the love of my life. We could have been in the tropics, although I wanted nothing more being back home with you, my newly wed wife. Drunk and stumbling into our house, we waved goodbye to one of the last groups standing from our wild action packed weekend. What happened next was all a blur, our clothes leading a trail to our bedroom.

I was tipsy and ready to make love for the second time today! "Fuck, I love you so much Wifey" I say, while looking at your naked body on display for me, the wedding ring on your finger the perfect touch. I was the luckiest man alive, you were ridiculously out of my league everyone knew it, but that didn't matter, we were crazy in love\~

Almost tripping after a bad attempted strip show, I throw my boxers across the bedroom. My hard 4.5-inch dick was out and proud, of course I knew to some degree you lied about my manhood. However I liked those little white lies "how big my cock is", "how thick and fat" those four inches were. At the bare minimum, I learned how to eat your pussy just how you liked it. After making you orgasmn, I wasted no time getting on top of you. Pushing in all four and a half inches, I was quickly balls deep inside my beautiful wife. I feel the wedding ring on your hand as we make love, slow and passionately the only way I knew how. Attempting some drunk dirty talk, I break away from our French kissing, "who's pussy is this, Wifey? Who owns this pussy?" I ask getting closer to cumming. Although what you said next made me nut within seconds, "he's, he's, he's not here right now!... You don't know him... we’re not, speaking right now". Needless to say it was a bit awkward after I came, xoxo

18+

Our wedding day was everything I could have hoped for, friends and family, all celebrating us, our love for each other. I knew it was uncommon but I looked forward to our wedding planning and day, just as much as you! Sure we had some troubles, but what couple doesnt face hardships. When we went to different universities, states apart our love for each other only got stronger~

Now I was married to the love of my life. We could have been in the tropics, although I wanted nothing more being back home with you, my newly wed wife. Drunk and stumbling into our house, we waved goodbye to one of the last groups standing from our wild action packed weekend. What happened next was all a blur, our clothes leading a trail to our bedroom.

I was tipsy and ready to make love for the second time today! "Fuck, I love you so much Wifey" I say, while looking at your naked body on display for me, the wedding ring on your finger the perfect touch. I was the luckiest man alive, you were ridiculously out of my league everyone knew it, but that didn't matter, we were crazy in love~

Almost tripping after a bad attempted strip show, I throw my boxers across the bedroom. My hard 4.5-inch dick was out and proud, of course I knew to some degree you lied about my manhood. However I liked those little white lies "how big my cock is", "how thick and fat" those four inches were. At the bare minimum, I learned how to eat your pussy just how you liked it. After making you orgasmn, I wasted no time getting on top of you. Pushing in all four and a half inches, I was quickly balls deep inside my beautiful wife. I feel the wedding ring on your hand as we make love, slow and passionately the only way I knew how. Attempting some drunk dirty talk, I break away from our French kissing, "who's pussy is this, Wifey? Who owns this pussy?" I ask getting closer to cumming. Although what you said next made me nut within seconds, "he's, he's, he's not here right now!... You don't know him... we’re not, speaking right now". Needless to say it was a bit awkward after I came, xoxo

18+

Our wedding day was everything I could have hoped for, friends and family, all celebrating us, our love for each other. I knew it was uncommon but I looked forward to our wedding planning and day, just as much as you! Sure we had some troubles, but what couple doesnt face hardships. When we went to different universities, states apart our love for each other only got stronger~

Now I was married to the love of my life. We could have been in the tropics, although I wanted nothing more being back home with you, my newly wed wife. Drunk and stumbling into our house, we waved goodbye to one of the last groups standing from our wild action packed weekend. What happened next was all a blur, our clothes leading a trail to our bedroom.

I was tipsy and ready to make love for the second time today! "Fuck, I love you so much Wifey" I say, while looking at your naked body on display for me, the wedding ring on your finger the perfect touch. I was the luckiest man alive, you were ridiculously out of my league everyone knew it, but that didn't matter, we were crazy in love~

Almost tripping after a bad attempted strip show, I throw my boxers across the bedroom. My hard 4.5-inch dick was out and proud, of course I knew to some degree you lied about my manhood. However I liked those little white lies "how big my cock is", "how thick and fat" those four inches were. At the bare minimum, I learned how to eat your pussy just how you liked it. After making you orgasmn, I wasted no time getting on top of you. Pushing in all four and a half inches, I was quickly balls deep inside my beautiful wife. I feel the wedding ring on your hand as we make love, slow and passionately the only way I knew how. Attempting some drunk dirty talk, I break away from our French kissing, "who's pussy is this, Wifey? Who owns this pussy?" I ask getting closer to cumming. Although what you said next made me nut within seconds, "he's, he's, he's not here right now!... You don't know him... we’re not, speaking right now". Needless to say it was a bit awkward after I came, xoxo

18+

Our wedding day was everything I could have hoped for, friends and family, all celebrating us, our love for each other. I knew it was uncommon but I looked forward to our wedding planning and day, just as much as you! Sure we had some troubles, but what couple doesnt face hardships. When we went to different universities, states apart our love for each other only got stronger~

Now I was married to the love of my life. We could have been in the tropics, although I wanted nothing more being back home with you, my newly wed wife. Drunk and stumbling into our house, we waved goodbye to one of the last groups standing from our wild action packed weekend. What happened next was all a blur, our clothes leading a trail to our bedroom.

I was tipsy and ready to make love for the second time today! "Fuck, I love you so much Wifey" I say, while looking at your naked body on display for me, the wedding ring on your finger the perfect touch. I was the luckiest man alive, you were ridiculously out of my league everyone knew it, but that didn't matter, we were crazy in love~

*Almost tripping after a bad attempted strip show, I throw my boxers across the bedroom. My hard 4.5-inch dick was out and proud, of course I knew to some degree you lied about my manhood. However I liked those little white lies "how big my cock is", "how thick and fat" those four inches were. At the bare minimum, I learned how to eat your pussy just how you liked it. After making you orgasmn, I wasted no time getting on top of you. Pushing in all four and a half inches, I was quickly balls deep inside my beautiful wife. I feel the wedding ring on your hand as we make love, slow and passionately the only way I knew how. Attempting some drunk dirty talk, I break away from our French kissing, "who's pussy is this, Wifey? Who owns this pussy?" I ask getting closer to cumming. Although what you said next made me nut within seconds, "he's, he's, he's not here right now!... You don't know him... we’re not, speaking right now". Needless to say it was a bit awkward after I came, xoxo*

You and dad were everything I wanted me and my girlfriend to be: only ever been with each other, bestfriends to partners in holy matrimony. That's what led me to follow my girlfriend through thick and thin. When love was on the line, you had to make sacrifices my dad told me. In the mean time, I worked at a fast food restaurant flipping burgers in our hometown, all while she attended her university in the big city.

I was the utmost proud of her, waiting for that day we can be together once again like a romantic flick. Distance only makes the heart grow fonder I told myself~ Then one friday, when I planned to suprise her with a weekend visit. With roses and vase in hand I let myself in planning the moment of surpise, when suddenly I heard loud moaning upstairs.

Go figure, fucking during the day - that was college for you. However when I eventually went upstairs to lay flower pedals on her bed, her dorm room was locked. Realizing the wild moans were coming from my girlfriend, I accepted defeat. In all honesty, I was surpised how often she brought my name up in bed not knowing "that shoet dicked boyfriend" was right outside her dorm. I couldnt wait to see you and dad again, being back home where things made sense at least. Still the thoughts of that hung jerk rung through my head, him and his "fat cock"...

I arrived back home at night, all the nights were off, the house was silent, except for dads loud snores that echoed down the halls. After quietly walking through the house, I was back in my old bedroom. When suddenly I was awoken in the middle of the night by you entering my pitch-black bedroom. I was going to be speak up announcing myself when I realized you were on a secret phone call. It only took a few mere seconds for me to put together you were cheating on dad with Jake, my archenemy who litterally lived next door. I should've spoke up, sticking up for my father. Yet when push came to shove, I was rock hard listening you play wife for my old bully, how you yearned for his work trip to just happen already. It wouldnt be long until you realized I was in my bedroom all along. Suprising you, I admit I wanted you to keep cheating on dad, it was, hot.

18+

You and dad were everything I wanted me and my girlfriend to be: only ever been with each other, bestfriends to partners in holy matrimony. That's what led me to follow my girlfriend through thick and thin. When love was on the line, you had to make sacrifices my dad told me. In the mean time, I worked at a fast food restaurant flipping burgers in our hometown, all while she attended her university in the big city.

I was the utmost proud of her, waiting for that day we can be together once again like a romantic flick. Distance only makes the heart grow fonder I told myself~ Then one friday, when I planned to suprise her with a weekend visit. With roses and vase in hand I let myself in planning the moment of surpise, when suddenly I heard loud moaning upstairs.

Go figure, fucking during the day - that was college for you. However when I eventually went upstairs to lay flower pedals on her bed, her dorm room was locked. Realizing the wild moans were coming from my girlfriend, I accepted defeat. In all honesty, I was surpised how often she brought my name up in bed not knowing "that shoet dicked boyfriend" was right outside her dorm. I couldnt wait to see you and dad again, being back home where things made sense at least. Still the thoughts of that hung jerk rung through my head, him and his "fat cock"...

I arrived back home at night, all the nights were off, the house was silent, except for dads loud snores that echoed down the halls. After quietly walking through the house, I was back in my old bedroom. When suddenly I was awoken in the middle of the night by you entering my pitch-black bedroom. I was going to be speak up announcing myself when I realized you were on a secret phone call. It only took a few mere seconds for me to put together you were cheating on dad with Jake, my archenemy who litterally lived next door. I should've spoke up, sticking up for my father. Yet when push came to shove, I was rock hard listening you play wife for my old bully, how you yearned for his work trip to just happen already. It wouldnt be long until you realized I was in my bedroom all along. Suprising you, I admit I wanted you to keep cheating on dad, it was, hot.

Life couldn't get any better, me and you were planning to get married, I finally graduated with a PhD, and now it was time to relax.

No more spending the endless months away from you, only coming back home on occasion. I hated to think of you back home all alone in our new house, but it had to be done for our future. Now, I was going to be at home with you in our bed where I belonged, not stuck with a roommate who hated my guts. Although there was a silver lining in our two year long-distance relationship: we texted each other like old times again, all day and night with lovey-dovey messages, some nights we even fell asleep on the phone together - how swet was that?

It truly felt like the beginning of my life moving off campus. We had a summer to unwind then in September was our grand wedding. In the meantime, I made you a garden to tend to, and I \*attempted\* to make a shed finding out I'm a terrible handyman. Nevertheless it good to be back... I could see it now, me being a married man coming back home after a hard days work, opening the front door to smell to a hot cooked meal from my beautiful wife.

It was another one of our movie nights when I was planning to order from our favorite pizza joint, Wood Fired Pizza. Unfortunately, my cellphone died mid-order, luckily your phone was on the table infront of me. Borrowing it while you were in the bathroom, I shortly found Wood Fire Pizza in your contacts then pressed dial. Immediately a guy answered, however he didn't ask what I wanted to order. It was your ex-boyfriend, "The Asshole", the jerk who wasted your time before me, who you hated? I didn't know anymore. My heart dropped to my stomach, hanging up immediately. I couldn't believe you were seeing that dick while I was gone - cheating on me.

Opening up the log history, the history seemed to go on forever! Because I didn't answer him, he abrutly sends a dickpic of his hung flaccid cock, his balls were even huge. Before I knew it, my dick was erect imagining you cheating on me for two whole years... The entire time I was chasing my PhD, your ex was fucking you in our house, my home. Taking me by suprise, you were already back in the living room staring at me catching you red handed. Not only that my short dick was rock hard in my pants. I should have been mad, storming out of the house instead I had an erection that would not go down.

18+

Life couldn't get any better, me and you were planning to get married, I finally graduated with a PhD, and now it was time to relax.

No more spending the endless months away from you, only coming back home on occasion. I hated to think of you back home all alone in our new house, but it had to be done for our future. Now, I was going to be at home with you in our bed where I belonged, not stuck with a roommate who hated my guts. Although there was a silver lining in our two year long-distance relationship: we texted each other like old times again, all day and night with lovey-dovey messages, some nights we even fell asleep on the phone together - how swet was that?

It truly felt like the beginning of my life moving off campus. We had a summer to unwind then in September was our grand wedding. In the meantime, I made you a garden to tend to, and I *attempted* to make a shed finding out I'm a terrible handyman. Nevertheless it good to be back... I could see it now, me being a married man coming back home after a hard days work, opening the front door to smell to a hot cooked meal from my beautiful wife.

It was another one of our movie nights when I was planning to order from our favorite pizza joint, Wood Fired Pizza. Unfortunately, my cellphone died mid-order, luckily your phone was on the table infront of me. Borrowing it while you were in the bathroom, I shortly found Wood Fire Pizza in your contacts then pressed dial. Immediately a guy answered, however he didn't ask what I wanted to order. It was your ex-boyfriend, "The Asshole", the jerk who wasted your time before me, who you hated? I didn't know anymore. My heart dropped to my stomach, hanging up immediately. I couldn't believe you were seeing that dick while I was gone - cheating on me.

Opening up the log history, the history seemed to go on forever! Because I didn't answer him, he abrutly sends a dickpic of his hung flaccid cock, his balls were even huge. Before I knew it, my dick was erect imagining you cheating on me for two whole years... The entire time I was chasing my PhD, your ex was fucking you in our house, my home. Taking me by suprise, you were already back in the living room staring at me catching you red handed. Not only that my short dick was rock hard in my pants. I should have been mad, storming out of the house instead I had an erection that would not go down.

Life couldn't get any better, me and you were planning to get married, I finally graduated with a PhD, and now it was time to relax.

No more spending the endless months away from you, only coming back home on occasion. I hated to think of you back home all alone in our new house, but it had to be done for our future. Now, I was going to be at home with you in our bed where I belonged, not stuck with a roommate who hated my guts. Although there was a silver lining in our two year long-distance relationship: we texted each other like old times again, all day and night with lovey-dovey messages, some nights we even fell asleep on the phone together - how swet was that?

It truly felt like the beginning of my life moving off campus. We had a summer to unwind then in September was our grand wedding. In the meantime, I made you a garden to tend to, and I attempted to make a shed finding out I'm a terrible handyman. Nevertheless it good to be back... I could see it now, me being a married man coming back home after a hard days work, opening the front door to smell to a hot cooked meal from my beautiful wife.

It was another one of our movie nights when I was planning to order from our favorite pizza joint, Wood Fired Pizza. Unfortunately, my cellphone died mid-order, luckily your phone was on the table infront of me. Borrowing it while you were in the bathroom, I shortly found Wood Fire Pizza in your contacts then pressed dial. Immediately a guy answered, however he didn't ask what I wanted to order. It was your ex-boyfriend, "The Asshole", the jerk who wasted your time before me, who you hated? I didn't know anymore. My heart dropped to my stomach, hanging up immediately. I couldn't believe you were seeing that dick while I was gone - cheating on me.

Opening up the log history, the history seemed to go on forever! Because I didn't answer him, he abrutly sends a dickpic of his hung flaccid cock, his balls were even huge. Before I knew it, my dick was erect imagining you cheating on me for two whole years... The entire time I was chasing my PhD, your ex was fucking you in our house, my home. Taking me by suprise, you were already back in the living room staring at me catching you red handed. Not only that my short dick was rock hard in my pants. I should have been mad, storming out of the house instead I had an erection that would not go down.