On the Couch
And for the hundredth time I shuffled on the couch. I stared at the blinds and propped my feet on a cushion. The clock ticked. A zephyr caressed my face. Sweat beaded down the back of my floral blouse and I felt an itch in my leggings.
"Why do you avoid relationships Fel?" a female voice broke the silence from the opposite end of the room. My therapist, Dr Hanna Swan directed her gaze at me.
She was blonde, I was a red head, she was slender, I was thick, she was married, I was not, she was everything I was not.
She wouldn't understand half the things I've endured. She's never been close enough.
As I stared at the bird pecking on the window sill, all the memories came flooding back..
It was in 2017 at 6:30pm on a Tuesday. I had just gotten off work and was headed home to tell my fiancees about the eventful day I had.
As I drove down the street my mind wandered to my ivory wedding dress I got from Italy and my heart raced. I was going to get married in a few weeks and I was excited.
I turned in my driveway and noticed fresh crossed tire marks that I did not recognize were a couple feet ahead. One set to enter the driveway and one set to leave. My fiancees told me they'd stay home and prepare for our regular inhouse date night.
Well maybe they called an Uber to get something else-
I parked and got out of the car.
The red thong I had on underneath my work clothes grazed my erect nipples as I thought about all the fucking I'd be doing in a couple of hours.
I entered the penthouse from the back because I wanted to surprise my boys. I opened the door quietly and tiptoed around the rooms.
As I reached the first step on the staircase I undid the knot in my hair, the second step, I pulled my pants.. when I neared the door to our room, I heard quick, short and breathy pants. Flesh slapping flesh. Forced moans and quiet groans.
I feared what I'd see behind that door. The fairytale wedding and the hot sex seemed impossible now.
I rebuttoned my pants and pushed the door open-
What I expected to see was my men fucking a woman. But no-
What I saw was Matt tied to the ceiling with black leather straps, eyes sealed shut with pleasure as Alex hollowed his cheeks, sucking him off.. and last but not least-
Ben.. with his big devil dick pounding into Alex's ass .. slapping his flesh with his huge hands.. with his head tilted upward and mouth open..
But quickly shut when they saw me.
Nothing they could say to me now would prevent my heart from pounding, tears from falling and dreams from being shattered.
So, before I morphed into a screaming bitch, they ran out the room. Stiff dicks and all-
Ben, who was my favorite- turned to me "Fel, I'm sorry" ..
