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Click here"Dy...Dylan, wh...what are you doing?"
It occurred to me, she'd never had her pussy eaten. "Relax, honey," I assured her. "Just lie back and enjoy." I guess it's normal for a term of endearment to come out at a time like that. It didn't take long before she was moaning loudly with each manipulation of my tongue. I thought I was going to have to peal her down from the ceiling when I sucked on her clit.
I counted three orgasms but it was hard to tell because she was going from one to the other. My cock was stretched so tight it hurt. I had to get it inside of her, but I was still going to take my time.
"Oh, oh, oh yes," she moaned. "Oh, God."
I held out as long as I could but inevitability was nearing an eruption. Suddenly I thought of one small detail..."Maria, are you on the pill?"
Her affirmative answer came just seconds before I exploded inside of her. At the same time, her body bucked wildly in the air as she came again, this time even more intensely. I held myself above her as every muscle in my body was wound like a stringed instrument. I finally collapsed beside her heavily breathing frame. Neither of us could talk for a couple of minutes.
I was still winding down when I felt the bed shift. I looked over and saw Maria had turned her back on me. She was trying her best to stifle it, but I could tell she was crying. I was sure the sex had triggered some terrible experience from her past but had no idea what to say or do. I wasn't sure if I should even touch her. I felt like shit. I finally rolled on my side and lightly touched her shoulder. Immediately, she turned toward me and buried her head in my chest. I could feel her tears against my skin.
I just held her for a minute and was about to assure her everything would be okay when she quietly spoke between her sobs.
"That's the way it's supposed to be, isn't it?"
"What?" I wasn't sure I heard her correctly.
"That's the way it's supposed to be, I mean tender like that—loving. It was the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me."
She must have felt my relief. I think my whole body relaxed.
"Tommy, Sabrina's father, never did anything like that. He'd just spit on me..."
"Spit on you?" I almost yelled in horror.
"Yeah, you know—down there, to make it easier to go in. He pretty much just pushed it in whenever he felt like it, then pounded me until he came."
"Was he your only other sex partner? Surely, you've had others since?"
"No, he was the only one. My mother was after me to go out with other boys for a while but nobody wanted to date a girl with a baby. We both gave up after a little while and I just concentrated on raising Sabrina. Then that...that awf...awful day..."
I knew what she was talking about. "Don't think about it, Maria. It's over and you survived. Now it's time to look ahead and fill the rest of your life with nothing but happiness."
She looked into my eyes with a big smile, then cuddled into me a little more. It was a sad reminder of how Sheri used to do the same thing. I fought to get those thoughts out of my head. I was about to ask if she was ready for round two, but realized she had fallen asleep. I had to smile. I guess I wore her out, I thought with pride.
I had my alarm set for seven the next morning. Normal people had New Year's day off...not press photographers. Maria stirred, but didn't fully wake up with the alarm, so I carefully got out of bed and took a shower. It was the smell of coffee and eggs with bacon that actually got her moving. She joined me in the kitchen.
"I'm so sorry. I fell asleep on you last night."
"Don't be sorry, you're beautiful when you're sleeping."
"What do you have planned for today?"
"I have to work."
"Work! Today? It's New Year's."
"Yup, that means New Year's Day parades. You know all those pictures you see in the paper the day after...well..." I said with a smile.
She thought for a second. "Can I go with you?"
"Well, you could," I said, serving her bacon and eggs, "but I doubt you'd find it very interesting. I just get as close as I can to the parade route, park the car, jump out, grab a few shots, then high tail it to the next one. After that, I'll have to go into the paper, develop the film and make prints so everything's ready for tomorrow."
"I'd love to go if you don't mind. I've never watched a photographer before."
"It's okay with me. You'd better call your mom and let her know."
Maria watched every move I made, both on the shoots and in the darkroom. It was only a four hour day so I had her home by midafternoon. Sabrina greeted us at the door and Angela talked me into staying for dinner. It was after seven when Maria walked me outside and gave me a very passionate kiss as I left.
We started dating hot and heavy after that. In eight months we hadn't had a single cross word with each other. Sexually, Maria had some catching up to do but she was more than willing, and she caught on fast.
There were no residual fears or problems from her past and I no longer had any doubts that Maria could handle herself in any situation.
I had carried the ring in my pocket for a week before I found the right time and place. She bawled like a baby as I slipped it on her finger. We waited till the next spring and were married on the last Saturday in April. Sabrina, of course, was our flower girl.
About thirty of our closest friends and family watch as my parent's minister pronounced man and wife. As I kissed my lovely bride, we heard laughter coming from our guests. We both looked to see an excited little girl running toward us. She stopped in front of her mother and indicated with a crooked finger, her desire to quietly ask a question. Maria bent down so Sabrina could whisper in her ear.
No one heard Sabrina's question, but Maria spoke so everyone could hear. "I think you should ask him that, honey," she replied.
Sabrina turned to face me. "Mr. McHenry, can I call you daddy, now?"
It had already been an emotional day. As I looked into that angelic face, I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. I picked her up in my arms as our guests laughed. "You sure can, honey."
She smiled, put her arms around my neck, and gave me a big kiss on the cheek before looking out to our guests, "He's my daddy," she told everyone.
While still holding Sabrina with one arm, I offered the other to my bride and together we walked down the aisle toward the front of the church to the sounds of a standing ovation.
Angela took care of Sabrina while we spent our honeymoon on St. Thomas, in the Virgin Islands. As we were on our way back, Maria thought about the living arrangements. "Honey, where are going to live? I just thought of it. Your apartment is only a one bedroom. I...I don't suppose you'd consider living with my mother, would you? I hate leaving her alone."
I was wondering when she was going to think about that. What she didn't know was my dad and I had already been working on that problem. As an early wedding present, dad gave us the down payment for a small house not far from him and mom. It was only a two bedroom and needed some work but it had a nice apartment over the garage. It had two entrances, one was on the side of the garage and had several stairs, but the other exited into the kitchen and had only four stairs to navigate.
Dad had asked Angela how she felt about selling her house. Since she'd lived there with her husband, we weren't sure she'd want to move. Dad and I were both a little surprised when she told us she couldn't wait to get out of the neighborhood.
Dad and I worked to get the place fixed up and he was helping Angela move into the 'mother-in-law's' suit while Maria and I were on our honeymoon. Of course I kept all this quiet. When she asked about the living arrangements I just smiled and told her not to worry, we'd work something out.
I'll never forget the look on her face when I carried her over the threshold. Sabrina and our parents were inside to greet us with the biggest grins we'd ever seen.
Life is good. Angela loves her apartment and enjoys the peace and quiet, knowing she can visit her family anytime she wants. I started the adoption process for Sabrina and Maria and I are already talking about giving her a little brother or sister very soon. Dad already checked things out and says it'll be easy to add another bedroom.
I sometimes look back to the day I sat on the edge of my bed, staring down the barrel of my gun. I vividly remember believing my life was over, why not just end the pain. If it hadn't been for a little girl wrapping herself around my leg for protection, who knows what would have happened.
The End.
- COMMENTS
Hated that the story had Sheri cheat on him, but LOVED the VERY heartwarming evolution of his relationship with Marie.
I agree with Notalkingnow!
I also dont think there was enough confrontation and harsh discussion with Sheri when confronted, and indeed a few times later.
There was a part I didnt understand, or maybe I just didnt follow well enough. When they first separated the was the bit about Sheri going out with a GF dressed all nice!?!? What was that? I thought she was all broken up about being caught!?!? Anyone?
I cant completely disagree with Ruttweiler, but the comments there miss some key points, points I too often see missing or inadaquately addressed. That is the demonstration of the cheater of a lack of morales that if held is a key strength in avoiding temptation. A partner that shows to be lacking in moral strength is just as big obstical as the issue of trust. The demonstration of a lack of commitment to wedding vows is also key. There are other points, but these need more attention.
Good story. Sheri's arc is too simple, author is too focused on maria. Juggling both dynamics would make this story better imo.
This is an answer to some of the other comments. First of all, this is a story, fiction and the authors ideas, NOT REAL life. All comments on other stories, burn the bitch etc I feel the same way about. This is the author's story. And the trust issue? it was a year of cheating, barely after they had been married a year. She was way too young and still needed to be a party girl. Trust her? Even her Dad didnt trust her. Can trust be rebuilt? Maybe, if both want it enough. But to be lied to for over a year? That is not meeting someone for the first time and gaining trust--its having someone who is supposed to love you dis respecting you so very badly.
This author is not an idiot in any way. Ruttwiler, I have not yet checked, but I assume you also have works on this site as you are such a sage of all things relevant. I pray you will never ever get kicked in the teeth in such a way as to have the trust of a loved one ripped away from you.
LTW, thank you for the hours of reading fun you have given to us on this site, Thank you, Trish
Your characters say, “The trust is gone for good…” as if it were an inevitable fact. That trust, once broken, can never be repaired or regained.
You can’t repair trust? How did you come to trust this person in the first place? Did you just say to yourself, “Well, self, she looks cute, and she seems nice. I could put her on the title of my house, I suppose. Then she’ll really like me!”
Then I’m sorry to be the one to tell you, but you’re an idiot.
You know trust is built over time. You rebuild trust just the same way. Over time. In small steps. And you need to talk. A lot. About many painful things, including the areas that you weren’t talking about that allowed the cheating to happen in the first place. You have to talk honestly about the flaws in your relationship. About what can you do to lessen the impact of each of those flaws, or incompatibilities.
Hell, in this process, you might find out that you’re really, truly, not compatible. If so, you can go your separate ways and not try to glue together a turd.
But if you are compatible with this person, this unfortunately painful process can lead to a stronger relationship than you had before. Where there is no crack that a predator can take advantage of.
Or, you can enjoy punishing her and in the process, make her hate being around you. And then you can get rid of her, or her you, then you get another woman you’re attracted to, marry her and not talk to her either. People really are into repeating their mistakes.
So I have to disagree with you, that trust, once lost, can never be regained. I believe it’s the unresolved anger. It’s the rage at the unfairness of it. It’s the belief that by hurting the one that hurt us, that this will mitigate our own pain, and redress the imbalance. By the way, it doesn’t, but I think that’s what’s in the way of rebuilding trust.
Second reading of this wonderful story of experiencing pain, persevering, patience and love. Thank you Laptop Writer for sharing your creation here!
Good story. Sheri was too young, immature and selfish to be married. Her reasoning for the affair was vapid. Her going out to party and dance with guys and then wanting a separation shows how disconnected she was. Two years or twenty doesn't change what she did or the consequences. Maybe in two years he has matured. But then she can try again with another guy. The love story with Maria was a slow build but ended up with a HEA for the MC. 5 stars.
5-stars. This is one of the most heartbreaking stories on Literotica. At the same time, it’s also one of the most heartwarming stories I’ve read on this site. A perfect blend of LW and Romance. I’m glad Sheri and Dylan were able to get the closure they needed without destroying each other. And the happy ending just left me with a warm feeling. This is one of my top 10 favorite stories I’ve read on this site so far. Thank you.
5 stars
But I don't think I can read it again. For some reason I feel truly sorry for Sherri and it makes me sad. I think she deserved another chance. What she did--her cheating--was horrid, but she was young and immature. I think she maybe deserved another chance. It felt like she truly learned her lesson and matured enough that she'd never make such mistakes again.
Great story, with a trip down memory lane....
Dylan graduated high school in 1960, I graduated in 1964. You've been a photographer since 1967 ..... hmmmmm. No cell phones. Communicating by writing letters. Going to a big building with lots of books instead of tapping keys on my computer to find out about someone. That new chicken place called "Kentucky Fried Chicken."
Definitely 5 stars.
Excellent story and excellent writing! I love the empathy of the main character, and the character redemption of the ex-wife.
A bit more maudlin than this authors typical tales. But so what. I still enjoyed it immensely.
5 Stars from GW on this one . I say put the rapist in jail . i hear the lifers know how to deal with them . God have mercy on their souls if they touch any of my family members
Well worthy of 5 stars. I saw this as a story about trust, in one case how it was destroyed and in another how it conquered fear and brought love. Then there was the trust of a frightened little girl who found a Daddy. I smiled, I laughed, and I felt joy. Thank you, Andy
A very good tale, even the second time around (reminded me of my daughter when she was young). Thanks LTW, 5 stars
somewhere east of Omaha
Damn, don't you just love know-it-alls? In the 60's, pagers were available to anyone who could afford the service. I know that because I was a newspaper photographer in the 60's and I HAD a pager, along with the other photographers and reporters. Our first pagers just displayed numbers but a few years later we were given new ones that also could receive messages.
In the 1960s, the only people who had pagers were big city police departments and large hospitals.
And for the most part they only beeped, couldn't even display numbers, much less letters.
Looking through some older stories I found this one.
I'm glad I did.
Five stars for this enjoyable tale of several people who found each other at bad times, and helped to heal each other, with a good ending for all of them.
It's too bad I can't give it 10 stars. Thank you very much for an excellent read. I too felt sorry for Sherri at the end but then I remembered what she'd done to the MC, but still I felt sad.
I always love your historical references. Being "of an age" and growing up in and around Chicago, I remember going to Kiddyland as a youngster. Great story.
A really great story, so well put together, the plot line, the characters and the descriptions were spot on.
As usual and as expected, the story was both well written and engrossing. Five solid stars from me.
JPB NOT BOB
Excellent
Interesting characters, depth, emotion, really nice character arcs
If Sheri's next partner is a good guy, maybe she is ready to be a good partner to him.
Good read
To the Anon whose comments I've been deleting. On one of my stories, you asked, "What was the point of writing it?" Now, I have a question for you; what is the point of reading my stories if you consider them to be so bad? You appear to have the same complaints about all of them; the male prorosa-blanca.ru are all "wimpy" and the stories are inconsistent... so, what's the point? Evidently, you simply like the sound of your own voice. As long as your comments are condescending, mean-spirited, and insulting, I will continue to delete them.
Jesus Christ. Maira saw her mother get beaten by a man, then she was beaten by a man, then she was raped. That poor young woman. Im glad she got a happy ending.
Weirdly, I felt bad for Sherri. I usefully don't feel bad for the cheater but I do in this story and in "It's Against the Law".
5 stars
Always a joy to read one of your stories. I did like the step back in time.
One of the best stories I have read. Your ability to create so many excellent stories amazes me.
Wow, what a tear jerker. I even felt bad for Sherri, she was just an immature moron.
Still a lovely story, it always seems to stir up the dust though.......................
Great story liked how it was written in the 60’s. Things you take for granted were no around. His ex was basically cheating by USMail Lol…….. KFC was just starting to become popular. Only thing is going to St Thomas for a honeymoon, it was extremely pricey in the 60’s to travel o the Caribbean. Not to mention they bought a house with the help of his parents?
Very enjoyable read, thanks for sharing.
I can't find any comment I left on this story but I scored it a 5, added it to my favorite stories and follow the author. One of your best stories!
5
Delightful story. Going through the dispare of loosing someone you love because of their betrayal and the ramifications of that.
Then the realisation there are 'other fish in the sea' who are nice, that can begin to repair the damage that has been done and maybe rebuild total trust... and love.
Top story!
The conversation with the slut’s father would go like this:
“Remember 2 years ago when you gave me your daughter? Well, I just found out that she lied to me about being a virgin. She’s also been committing adultery for the past year. You gave me a defective product. I’m returning it. I’ll be applying to have the marriage annulled. Please get that diseased thing out of my home!”
ZK
Going to be an unfavourable comment with most of you, but I strongly believe the author decided in advance he was going to give Sherri a horrible deal in his story.
Well at least he could have given her a horrible (basically unrepentant) character too, to help us readers totally unsympathetic with her, couldn't he?
Ah, poor Sherri!
She erred one too many. BUT her biggest mistake was not having the blue-eyed adorable girl child to win her man over again.
Far too many of the LW story-specializing writers use the adorable baby girl as the clinching plot device in these too-sappy stories.
For instance, Longhorn__07's Sherrie in his "Separate Lives" was in a similar situation, she had committed adultery too, with the one sole Affair Partner. But unlike Sherri here, she had two lovely bright eyed twin girl toddlers she had conceived by pure luck to help her out.
The Sherri here was a sinner, though more immorally so than, the other one. But was she repentant enough?
The difference was that Laptopwriter had set her up to Fail and Fail Miserably while Longhorn__07 had set his Sherrie up through the long painstaking journey of Redemption!
What if Sherri had her own Little Bright Eyes to lighten up her misery?
A kind story but it did not still with me that well. Having been train in trauma and stress management I would have felt that Maria would have had PTSD on top of depression and would have had recurring dreams of the assault. PTSD can be described as nasty and vicious when it triggers for a person, who then can have a melt down. Triggers can be visual, smell, touch, speech amongst many things. So for a sexual assault most of them come into play especially the smell of a person and what they say along with the physical issues. If Maria only had what she had it was a real shame she did not get medical help, but then a again that would have cost. Its a shame Maria did not take up photography and became a freelance photographer for the news paper.
5 Stars on a great story . Sadly a friend of mine's wife got raped . The cops caught him and i got time off for the court action .. The rapist had a lawyer that asked questions that made me mad , and i am a easy going guy . Now i know why a women gets raped twice once by Rapist and once again in court . He was found guilty and given 5 years . Thank you California for the strong laws NOT . The guy served 3 and a half years . But he got killed in a car accident .. I was asked to leave the funeral because i was laughing . go figger
An excellent story, once again. There are few sentences that need the right word or two but that does not detract form the quality of the story. 5 stars of course.