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She got nothing accomplished at all at work, her entire day was distracted debating with herself about confronting him that evening. Ms.Vanessa knew that she had to, her frustration had reached the point that it constantly distracted her attention from most everything and it simply couldn’t go on.
When she arrived home she found him in the living room reading the paper and sipping some wine. He glanced up and smiled, but went back to reading the paper. His casual acknowledgement of her she thought was typical of his lack of true caring about her and her needs. “We need to talk Paul,” she said. “Sure, what’s up?” he replied. Ms.Vanessa hesitated a moment and then said, “have you ever noticed that I have never had an orgasm when we have sex?” He didn’t reply and just looked at her. “Well have you?” she responded, impatience ringing in her tone. Paul just shrugged his shoulders and said, “guess not.” “Guess? You bastard, you don’t even care if I have.” Ms.Vanessa angrily responded. Paul defensively said, “I didn’t say that, I just..” but Ms.Vanessa cut him off and said, “what you cared about was my giving you some pussy. You cared about nothing more than what you wanted, what you needed. Well, I’m done with having my needs go un-met, and you, from now on you can play with your prick in your hand you’re never going to fuck me again.” “Ms.Vanessa, I’m sorry you misunderstood what I was saying,” Paul quickly replied. “No, I understand you all too well Paul. Fuck you!” she said in anger as she stormed out of the room.
Paul waited a several minutes before he entered their bedroom hoping that she’d calm down by then. He found Ms.Vanessa had changed into a short, tight fitting dress and stilettos, and was fixing her make-up. “Where are you going, let’s talk about this Ms.Vanessa,” his anxiousness apparent in his voice. “I don’t want to talk to you any more,” she said, adding, “you’re a self centered, selfish bastard. I’m going out. I am going to find someone who wants to fuck me, someone who takes as much pleasure in making me cum as I will from him doing so.” “Ms.Vanessa you can’t do this, we’re married, I’m your husband,” replied Paul. “I can’t? I can’t?” exclaimed Ms.Vanessa in a disgusted tone.” Maybe you should come along and watch me because I am fucking going out, and I am going to fuck someone, maybe more than one.” With that Ms.Vanessa pushed past him and as she was walking out the front door turned and said to him, “go play with your prick, it will make you feel better you son of a bitch.” Paul wanted to plead with her, but all he could do was stand there from the shock of this.
Paul stayed in the living room the rest of the night, his heart racing as he hoped, and hoped that Ms. Vanessa would soon be home. It was nearly 5am when the sound of the door opening awakened him from his dosing off. “Ms.Vanessa, where have you been, I’ve been so worried. I’m so sorry Vanessa’s, I mean it. Please give me another chance. Please!” he said, anxiousness in his voice. “I told you what I was going to do,” she said and while pulling off her panties. She added, “to prove it to you that I did here’s my panties, cum has dripped into them. It is my cum, and cum from the guy who fucked me repeatedly tonight. And you know what, I wanted him so bad that I didn’t even care to get his name, but he did make me cum over and over again. Here take them and wish that it was your cum in them.” He didn’t take them so she threw them in his face and said. “I’m going to bed. Stay away from me, I need to get some rest I’m going out again tonight.”
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