Still don't own Twilight….just thought you should know.
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EPOV
I came home drunk. Not just a little drunk, I mean the kind of drunk where you did stupid shit or said stupid shit that you learned to regret in the morning. I went out tonight, drank my sorrows in whiskey, went home and tried to fuck my wife. Tried being the key word.
Our sex life sucked. And not in a good way, believe me I wish she would suck…never mind, I'm getting off track. After going out I came home with the hopes of getting laid. I know, I know I need to romance her, I need to woo her, but damn it had been a while, since before Harper was born and I needed to feel her again.
Bella and I seemed to fight more now than ever and it was really bugging me. I'm not sure how much more we can take. So when I came home and saw that she was already in bed I thought this would be the perfect time. On my way up to our room I didn't seem to notice the baskets of clothes that needed to be folded or the sink full of dirty dishes that needed to be put into the dishwasher. I had one goal and one goal only, to have sex with my wife.
Imagine my drunken surprise when I try to initiate sex with Bella. Turned down, like always. I left the room and didn't even say anything. I knew it was pointless. As soon as I shut the door I heard her start to cry. Did I feel bad? Sure. Was I too drunk to care at that point? Yup.
I stumbled downstairs to the couch. I was so keyed up from thinking about being inside Bella I could feel my erection straining against my zipper. Needing a release I pushed my jeans down my legs along with my boxers and my cock sprung free. I fisted myself and slowly began to move my hand up and down my shaft. It wasn't Bella's pussy but it felt good. Nothing felt as good as Bella. I pulled out my cell phone in search of a few pictures I have on there that Bella allowed me to take. She swore if I ever showed them to anyone she would cut my dick off. I was rather fond of my dick so I didn't want to piss her off.
I found my favorite picture of her, she's laid out on the bed with just her panties on. She's biting on her thumb nail with her other hand inside her panties. She's looking directly into the camera and I could feel the waves of lust coming off of her. I grip myself harder and notice my pace is starting to pick up. I flip through my pictures and come across one I swore I got rid of. Tanya. This picture was different, it was a picture she took of the both of us, laying in bed together. I stopped stroking myself and just stared at the picture. I love my wife, love her more than anything but those times with Tanya will be something I will never forget. Would I ever tell Bella that? Fuck no, are you crazy? She would kill me knowing I had this picture. I needed to get this off of my phone and fast. I hit the button and closed my phone. Set it down beside me. I looked down at my not so hard cock and let out a laugh. I can't seem to get any relief. I didn't want to sneak back in the bedroom so I just laid down on the couch and passed out.
It wasn't until I woke up the next morning from Harper's crying that I realized how much my head hurt. I opened my eyes and let them adjust to the sunlight. I swore to myself I would never drink again. I felt awful. I went to sit up and realized Bella was sitting in the chair across from the couch. Crying. With my cell phone in her hand.