Trying something a little new we'll see how this goes. So I now would like to introduce you to my new story:
Same Book but Never the Same Page
Ch. 1
How could this be happening to me? Me of all people. We were happy. I was happy. She was happy. But then she had to go and fuck everything up. I thought I could live with this, that I could move on, look past her mistakes and forgive her and we could continue our live together. But she betrayed me, and that is more unforgivable than any of the shit I ever put her through when we were younger. Twelve years we have been together, five of that married. We have always been so good together; we got each other in ways that not even we could understand. That's why when we vowed death do us part I meant every single word I said, and I was determined for us to only end that way.
Until a week ago. Spencer had always been interested in photography. It was her passion like music was mine. So I supported her in her career. I bought her the best cameras money could buy, I would use her as my photographer for clients, and eventually she began to get some recognition. I was proud of my wife, I mean who wouldn't be? Their loved one had finally gotten a big break in what would open so many doors for them. One year ago is when all the traveling started, on both her and my parts. At first it was hard being away from each other, we had never spent more than just a few days apart from each other. However; as the time went on, being away from each other wasn't as bad as it once was. The phone calls came less frequently, the skype sessions halted completely, and surprise visits were unspoken of. We still loved each other madly, and we made sure that we both knew it when we had a spare moment together. It was often that we would spend intense sleepless nights making love until the sun came up and even then we continued until we would collapse.
About a month ago Spencer announced to me that she was going to be opening a gallery for herself, and to celebrate we decided that we would take a trip to Vegas later on in the month. Unfortunately; two days before the trip I had to fly out of town to meet a client. I told her I would cancel, but she insisted on me going, saying that she would invite a friend and make a girls weekend out of it. We both arrived home from our trips the same day, her first then me several hours later. This was eight days ago. Had I known that my world was about to be flipped with me landing on my ass, I would have gone to Vegas with her. When I arrived home she was happy to see me, as always, but something seemed off, almost forced.
It wasn't until later on that night when I tried to be intimate with her, and she would cringe at my touch, that I finally had to ask her what was wrong. She immediately began crying and apologizing saying that it was accident.
Confused, I held her at arm's length and told her she could tell me anything. Clutching at my chest, she heaved out that it was an accident, that he was an accident, a drunken mistake. I told her that she needed to clarify what she was saying, and that's when she told me that she slept with someone while she was Vegas. I felt my world slipping from beneath me. I fell to the floor heart broken and she rushed to my aid, but I pushed her away telling her not to touch me. That night I slept in my studio, I just could not lay next to her knowing that she let someone else touch her body in ways that I have only ever been allowed to do.
So that is how we got to where we are now, me sitting in my office looking down at something I thought I would never handle, divorce papers. I hear light knocking on my door before I see Spencer pop her head around the corner, her eyes were dulled and I could tell that she had been beating herself up more than I had.
"Can I come in? I would like to talk," she asked hesitantly.
Without speaking I motion to the chair across from me and she slowly occupies the chair and looks at me.
"What would you like to talk about Spencer?" I ask harshly. She may be my wife but she betrayed me.
"I think we should talk about what happened in Vegas."
"You mean how you let some random guy fuck you?" I spit out like venom.
"No, Ashley I want to talk about what this means for us and if you can forgive me, if we can go back to normal. I miss my wife."
"Well you obviously didn't miss me when you let a guy ,who's name you didn't even know, drill you!"
"It was an accident!"
"Well, maybe this marriage was as well!" I say as I slam the divorce papers in front of her.
"What is this?" she asked with tears in her eyes.
"I want a divorce. I can't look at you knowing what you did. You were mine! And only mine! And you took that away from me! I have never strayed from you. I have always been faithful by your side and this is how you repay me? No fuck you, I'm done. I'm done with you, I'm done with us, and I am so done with this marriage. You can keep the house, the cars, everything it's yours I just want you gone and out of my life."
Quickly she rushed over to my seat and spun me around to face her placing kisses all over my face.
"No Ash, baby, please don't do this I love you, we can fix this, I promise," she said as she got down on her knees in front me, "I'll do anything baby just say it, and it's done."
"There's nothing you can do Spencer just stop."
"No, there has got to be something, anything I can't lose you," she rushed out as she quickly undid my belt and placed me inside her mouth. She was going to try to use sex to win me over. I tried to push her away but she grabbed my hips and forced me further into her mouth. This is first time I have even let her touch me, let alone in a sexual act, and as much as I hated her right now, the warmth of her mouth was inviting and the way her tongue worked my shaft made me harder.
Spencer was never one to give blowjobs. I only got them on special occasions like my birthday or anniversaries or when she makes me makes me angry. She continued to work me into a frenzy, sucking on my tip as she used her hand to work my base, until something sparked in me, anger.
In one swift motion I had her up on her feet, face down on the desk and I was buried deep inside her. I didn't even bother with taking her underwear off; I just pushed them to the side halting her skirt up around her waist. I dug my fingers deep into her hips and started impaling her on me. Her moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure, mostly pain, but I didn't care she needed to know I was in charge, that this wasn't about her, but me. Honestly I wanted to cause her pain, I wanted her to feel the pain she caused me.
Spencer and I never fucked in this position. She hated it. She said that she couldn't feel connected with me and she loved kissing me as we made love. But I wasn't making love to her, no this was a raw fuck and she knew it. I continued my assault on her, delivering hard thrust after hard thrust. She tried to lift herself up to press against me but I pushed her back down holding her there as I began to drill her.
"Oh god, Ashley, oh god, I'm so close," She screamed out.
I began to thrust even harder, faster and her moans and screams weren't ending anytime soon. I felt her walls clinch around my shaft and I knew I would release soon. I looked down at her she was open-mouthed grasping at the desk and I thought about if this was what she looked like when that guy had her. Anger over took me, and I hammered into her harder than I ever have before causing the desk to rock with each thrust I pushed into her. She screamed my name out as she released her orgasm and I soon released my load and slumped against her. She placed lazy kisses on my neck and moaned as I pulled out of her and pulled my pants up.
"I love you so fucking much, Ashley, I do."
I nodded my head as I adjusted my belt and left her there bent over my desk.
Why did I have to love her so fucking much too?
