10:45PM said the clock on his dashboard. He'd been on the road nearly 12 hours. The pressure under his eyes were proof that he'd been staring out of his windshield way too long. It wasn't so much that he was tired, as he was defeated. Last night he'd walked in on his nightmare, any guy's nightmare for that matter. He'd gotten off of work and was supposed to go out and "have a few" with the boys. He changed his mind and took some shit from them in the parking lot. They called him "pussy whipped" and "faggot", but he just wasn't in the mood. He thought he'd go home and take her out for dinner and maybe have a few drinks with her instead.
He heard them as soon as he opened the door. He immediately recognized her moans and squeals. He inched across the room and looked into the partially opened door and saw them. He was pounding her pretty good from behind. He grunted with each thrust and watched the shock wave of his movement move up her ass and disappear into her lower back. He heard her grunt in response as he penetrated deeply into her. She was on all fours at the end of the bed, her legs spread wide apart. She rested on her hands and her head hung down between her shoulder blades. Her long blonde hair matted to the sheets with her sweat. She was begging for him to fuck her harder. He obliged and pounded her mercilessly. She squealed louder and gurgled some kind of reply. He heard him ask her if she wanted it harder. "Yes!" The word seemed to be a struggle for her to say. He watched transfixed. This morning she was his, he thought. Now? He couldn't fathom his answer.
He watched as his antagonist pulled his prick out of her and began to insert it into her anal opening. She pleaded with him to put it there. "Oh yes...put it there...I need it there," he heard her say. She never allowed him "there." She wasn't "that kind of girl" or "I'm not one of your whores!" And yet here she was backing her cornhole into him with just the lubrication of her own pussy juice. He was incredulous. He stared at the two of them, so consumed in their passion, they never noticed him. It had been five minutes already and they never noticed him! He moved slowly into her asshole, very slowly, an inch at a time. She squealed in delight. She back into him as much as he moved forward into her. Finally he was all in and she began to pull away again, very slowly. She threw her head back in delight and passion. She was making noises he'd never heard from her in the three years they had been together. Their tempo picked up by the second, until he was slamming her asshole as hard as he pounded her pussy, only, she seemed to be enjoying this even more so. "You're making me cum." He heard her tell him. He watched her move her fingers between her legs and begin to rub her clit. The power of his thrust kept knocking her hand away, but she was persistent in her quest and was soon rubbing her button as vigorously as she could without knocking it off her body. He noticed that his shoulders were tensing and his head began to rise up toward the ceiling. His pace quickened, if that was possible, and he got up on his toes and threw his whole body into her ass. She did have a nice ass, a spectacular ass, he thought. He heard this intruder say to her that he too, was approaching his own climax. Two more swift strokes and his load passed the point of no returns. She shuddered to her orgasm as pulled his dick of her knot hole and grasped it in his right hand. He angrily stroked it until it exploded all over her back one jet of semen landed right between her shoulder blades. She fell, face first, into the mattress, her ass still in the air. He placed a hand on each hip and put his dick back into her pussy and began, again, to fuck her. After a dozen or so strokes, he too, fell on the mattress face up and staring at the ceiling.
He stood in the doorway a few seconds more and then cleared his throat. It had the desired effect. Both of them jumped. He sat straight up, she regained her doggy position, only now, she was looking at him over her left shoulder, with her ass still facing him.
"Joe, you don't understand. Let me explain...please?"
He walked to the closet and grabbed his hockey bag and dumped it's contents out on the closet floor. He proceeded to put whatever he could get his hands on into the bag. Emptying whole drawers at a time into the cavernous bag.
"I'll call you in a few days," he said to her, ignoring him completely. "I'm not sure ...I'm just not sure."
He walked to the bedroom door and turned to talk to the two of them.
He pointed at her and said. "We're done. Be gone by the time I get back." He then looked over toward him and said, "And you ...fuckface, go take a shower you got shit on your dick." He walked out to truck opened the door and threw the bag over the passenger side.
He left New Jersey and began driving. He made a stop in Virginia for the night and began driving in the morning again. He had no idea where he was going. Now, here he was on I-75 somewhere south of Atlanta and north of Macon, his hands gripping the wheel way too hard. He spotted a sign for a Marriott up ahead and decided he'd stop there. Late into the Georgia night, he exited the interstate and made a right off the ramp. He spotted a bar just before the driveway to the hotel and thought to himself that it wouldn't hurt to have one or two before he slept. He parked his F-150 in the lot walked up and opened the door. The Allman Brothers were on the box as he walked over to the bar and made the stool. A pretty barmaid in a plaid shirt tied up under her spectacular breast and ample cleavage asked him...."Whatta ya have?" , and smiled at him. He smiled back and said..."Well Sweety? Let me tell you...."
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