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That night Rocky felt strange ringing the doorbell of the house he had built and paid for, but these were strange times. Carrie opened the door after about thirty seconds and gave him an inquisitive look.

"Why did you ring the doorbell, Rocky; you live here."

Rocky just shrugged and walked through the door. Not hugging and kissing Carrie as soon as he walked in was another first for him. Realizing what he had lost was breaking his heart.

"I don't know really, just with everything going on, I thought it appropriate," he replied.

It was her turn to nod.

"Well, it's not necessary, Rocky," she said, her exasperation obvious. "This is where you belong. I want you home; I can't stand being apart from you like this. I want my husband back, I want us back."

"You weren't thinking about your husband or your marriage while your face was planted between your lover's legs."

Carrie recoiled as if he had slapped her, then her eyes flashed angrily.

"That was unnecessary, cruel and crude," she hissed.

He shrugged again, seemingly unconcerned about her feelings, while loathing himself for what he'd said.

"Yes it was, but it was also true. How do you think I felt when I saw the two of you together, the love of my life rolling around on the bed in the throes of passion with someone else? You killed something between us yesterday. How am I supposed to act?"

Carrie glared at him as she fought down her anger. She took a calming breath and put her hand on his arm.

"This isn't like us Baby, arguing as if we were on Jerry Springer. Come in and sit down, let me get you a cup of coffee and we can discuss this like adults."

Carrie spun around and walked into the kitchen. Rocky followed and sat down at the breakfast bar as she fetched him a cup of coffee. Carrie was the talker in their relationship, it came naturally to her, and she had honed her skills through her employment in advertising. Rocky often said that she would have made as good a lawyer as her sister Doris. Carrie added some half and half to his coffee, then set it in front of him. She stood on the other side of the bar and took a sip from a glass of white wine. She set the glass down and looked at him, her expression open and serious.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Baby, that was the last thing I ever wanted to do. Nothing that happened between Amy and me was any sort of reflection on you. You need to believe that and let it go. I know I'm repeating myself here, but I want you to think again about whether I've neglected you or denied you anything since our talk about me spending too much time with Amy."

Rocky thought for a minute, trying to find a hole in her logic. He suppressed a smile when he hit on an idea.

"So let me see if I have the concept here. What you are saying is that if I have an affair with my friend Maria, it's okay as long as I don't change the way I treat you."

Carrie's eyes narrowed at his declaration.

"No, Rocky, you being with Maria is not even close to being the same. You are already too close to her anyway. She's in love with you; if you slept with her, she'd find a way to make you fall in love with her too. Besides, there is nothing Maria could do for you that I can't and won't do at the drop of a hat, including sharing with you if that's what you want."

Rocky listened to Carrie and carefully considered what she said. She was correct, in that he knew in his heart it wouldn't take much for him to fall in love with Maria. However, the other part about sharing tweaked the germ of an idea.

"Okay, I understand now," he said. "I can't do what you are doing because I might fall in love, but for you that is not a problem. I don't need anyone else because you will fuck me anytime I want, but you can have someone else because I don't have a pussy for you to eat."

Carrie stared at him as if he'd defecated on the floor. When she spoke, he could hear the hurt in her voice.

"I didn't know you could be this hateful, Rocky. The things you are saying make is seem as if I'm shallow and nasty. Is that truly how you feel about me?"

Rocky bit back a bitter reply; this wasn't getting them anywhere, and it wasn't his nature to be petty and spiteful.

"No, of course not. I'm just hurt and angry. I will tell you this, though, suddenly, I am wondering if all I have been is your camouflage for the last six years. Was I the husband you put up with and paraded around while you lived some secret life? I was perfect for you wasn't I, a convenient smokescreen for your family and your work. That, in turn, makes me wonder if you really love me as much as you claim, or if you just love the idea of having a husband."

Carrie was crying by the time he finished talking, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wiped her eyes and sniffed. Some of what he was saying was uncomfortably close to the truth, but she did love him, damn it.

"I am in love with you Rocky, and I love being your wife, how many times do I have to tell you that? You are blowing everything else way out of proportion. You knew I was bi-sexual when you married me, hell, it even excited you. I can't help the way I'm wired, but I love you enough to at least share that with you."

Suddenly, the real issue dawned on Rocky. It wasn't really about Carrie having sex with Amy. Heck, he had been turned on when she described some of her dalliances with other girls when she was in college. If Carrie would have come to him and told him she was attracted to Amy, he may have even welcomed the both of them into his bed. The way he doted on her all the time, giving her whatever she wanted, he might have even permitted Carrie to take Amy as a lover, as long as she told him all about it.

It wasn't about sex at all. It was about betrayal, deception, and most of all it was about lies. If anything, he had always been convinced that Carrie was honest with him, but since she met Amy she'd become the consummate liar.

He finally unleashed his anger on Carrie and it wasn't pretty.

"Carrie, shut up and listen to me for once. You always have the answer don't you? It was just a fling and nothing more. That's the way you see it, isn't it? Poor Rocky's blowing it all out of proportion. I just realized something, my dear wife," he said with a little derision in his voice.

"I haven't been sick at my stomach and tossing and turning in the bed the past few nights because you slept with another woman. I could get over that. Heck, I might even enjoy watching. My heart is breaking because you suddenly became a liar."

"Rocky, that's a cruel thing to say," Carrie interrupted with tears in her eyes.

"It's the truth, Carrie. How many times have you lied to me the past two months? It began at that damned picnic at the lake. Oh, you were so smooth when you told me that the two of you were just riding the jet skis. Carrie, I heard you shut them down. You were gone for over an hour; when you got back Amy wouldn't even look me in the face, but you did and lied to me with a smile on your face."

Rocky saw a look of horror suddenly come to her face.

"Are you going to deny any of this? Carrie, you're still lying!"

"I am not," she protested. "You know about Amy now."

"Not because of you. No, you share with me only what you have to tell, and even then it is always in a manner that shines the best possible light on you. 'Amy is a friend that I slept with a couple of times, that's all there is to it.' That's what you said. We both know that's a lie, Carrie. Just how many times did you fuck her? If you're telling the truth now, just tell me, how many times did you make love to your little lover?"

Carrie was shocked. She couldn't bring herself to answer him, because she knew what he was saying was true. She'd slept with Amy dozens of times.

"You lied to me by acting like you'd broken it off with Amy. I forgave you. I knew you were lying to me that night when I confronted you. It was a big mistake when I didn't press you. I should have come clean myself. Carrie, I taped your conversation with her in the car the day after the picnic at the lake. I listened when she showed you her freshly shaved pussy. I knew, but hoped you would see how it hurt me and would stop on your own. You acted like you were putting me first, but you only became a better liar. You'd still be lying, if you weren't so fucking careless about the two hundred texts messages on your cell phone. Dammit Carrie, couldn't you two go five minutes without communicating. Why should I believe you when you tell me you love me and only me? Yeah, you've been fucking me for the past two months, but you've been much more intimate with your little whore."

Carrie was devastated. For the first time in her life someone had stood up to her. It hurt her deeply. For the first time she began to see how much she'd hurt Rocky.

"Oh God, Rocky, what have I done?" She cried out.

Tears were pouring down her face, and Rocky's love for her overcame his anger. He moved across the room and put his arms around her.

"Can you ever forgive me?" Carrie sobbed.

"It's not a question of whether I can forgive you or not. It's a matter of whether I can ever trust you again. How can I know that you're not lying to me right now, just to get me back? I'm going to have to think about this a long time."

Carrie looked into his eyes and said with all the determination she had, "I'll win back your trust, Rocky. I promise you I will."

Rocky gave her no assurances at that moment, and it hurt her deeply, but what could she expect? Rocky was weary of fighting, so he steered the conversation toward upcoming commitments they had made as a couple. Carrie was relieved when he agreed to go to her parents' anniversary party with her as if nothing had happened. Carrie was also encouraged by the fact that he didn't mention lawyers or divorce while they were talking. The big disappointment for her was when he insisted on going back to the apartment, instead of staying with her. She longed for him to stay more than she'd ever longed for anything before, but for the first time she understood why he couldn't stay. Now her heart was breaking too. Another thing troubled her about him going to the apartment. She was very well aware of the fact that a beautiful woman lived in the same building, and that woman was already in love with her husband. For the first time she really feared she might lose Rocky forever.

When Rocky returned to his apartment, the phone started ringing as soon as he walked in. Curious as to who had this number, he answered it. The caller was Maria.

"Hello Boss, if you aren't doing anything, come over and visit with us. Amanda missed seeing you this afternoon, plus, I just made a key lime pie and a fresh pitcher of iced tea."

Rocky changed his shirt, brushed his teeth and headed over. He went up the outside stairs that ended on a landing outside the kitchen he had added to the upstairs. For the second time that evening, he stood outside a house he owned, waiting for a woman to bid him enter; the irony was not lost on him. Maria opened the door and greeted him with a friendly kiss. There was no tongue involved in the kiss, but Maria's lips were soft and sweet against his. She giggled when she stepped back and saw his confused expression. Amanda was wrapped around his legs by then, so he knelt and hugged her as she kissed him also.

"I guess you know where you can find two women that are always happy to see you," Maria said teasingly.

Rocky stood up and just looked at her. His expression was now one of bemused humor.

"Wow," was all he said.

Maria laughed happily again, and took his hand.

"Come in and sit down, we were just about to have a snack before Amanda takes a bath."

Rocky let her pull him into the little dining area and sat down where she indicated. He watched her as she walked over to the kitchen counter to get him a piece of pie. She looked great, wearing a dark green tartan plaid miniskirt and a scoop neck white sweater. She was bare legged and bare foot; her olive complexion and smooth skin made stockings unnecessary. The white sweater also looked incredible on her, as a canyon of cleavage nestled under the scooped neckline. The three of them sat chatting while they ate, Maria on one side of him and Amanda on the other. When Amanda finished her Oreos and milk, Maria sent Rocky to the living room to watch television.

Rocky was unaware of the effect both Maria and Amanda were having on him. He still loved Carrie with all of his heart, but he didn't believe he could trust her anymore. His heart ached as he remembered her condition when he left, but his head had doubts. Was it just another act? Maria on the other hand was utterly open to him. She was kind, considerate, and above all else honest. Of that he had no doubts. Then there was little Amanda. He adored her. He loved the feeling of family he experienced in Maria's apartment. He was beginning to realize that he and Carrie had never shared something like this. He missed it from his first marriage.

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Three weeks! It might as well have been three years, or three lifetimes. I couldn't wait that long to see Judy again. She meant everything to me now. She wasn't just Mrs. Martin, the business woman who had given me a break. She was more than a widow that I did chores for and who fixed me lunch. Now she was my sweet Judy, my first sex partner and teacher, and the first woman I had ever felt affection for. All I could think about was the things she had done to me, and what I hoped we would do...

Sometimes Life Is Not a Bowl of CherriesChapter 4

When I reached the entrance to the student parking lot I turned in and headed towards the back of the school. I stopped when I was off of the road a little ways and rolled my waistband under one more time. I looked down at the results. I wasn't sure how exposed I was. I wished there was a mirror handy. The student parking lot was empty. I began to wonder if I would get lucky and Cody would be a no-show. I walked through the parking lot and around to the back of the building. As soon as I...

Sometimes Life Is Not a Bowl of CherriesChapter 7

Barry went to the kitchen to put the beer away. Cody went upstairs and came back down a few minutes later. He had changed into a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He was carrying a couple of DVDs. We followed him into the family room. While he turned the television on and got one of the DVDs ready I was ordered to strip. When I was naked Cody informed me that some of the kids from school were going to be stopping by to play soon. I was to keep them entertained until it was time for me to go...

Sometimes Life Is Not a Bowl of CherriesChapter 9

I could see my mother from the foot of the stairs. She seemed more composed this afternoon. She was slowly getting to the point that she could stand to be in the room with herself I guess. I imagine that it was hard for her to go through that parking lot every day. Her conscience was still driving her crazy. I have no doubt that if she could turn back the clock she would never have left the scene of that accident. She was now as much a prisoner of the mistake she made that afternoon as I...

Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch 06

When my eyes opened it was daylight outside. I said, ‘Good Morning Family.’ Megan was snuggled against me and she stretched like a cat and turned to face me. She smiled and we kissed. I was amazed at how she could move cat like and at the same time remind me of a warm slithering snake doing her best to excite every external nerve ending on my body. We heard, ‘Do you want to know our report?’ The question came from Andrea, Kelly and Sammi in unison. I nodded. I guess that somehow communicates...

Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch 03

*** I’m sure there are those in the world who are the kind of thinkers who leave open the possibility that something out of the normal can occur. In this chapter, normal gets a twist. There is also sex in this chapter. For people who have always behaved in a vanilla world the sex in this chapter may be too far out there for you to enjoy reading about. Please keep in mind that I don’t advocate you engage in these acts (multiple partners, anal, oral sex, incest between adults) but they are a part...

Sometimes Girls Just want to FUCK

I met her online, on some dating site. I can't remember which one exactly, I have so many on my phone, and this was sometime ago when I first returned to the country. We added each other on a few social medias, Snapchat, kik, and instagram. What initially attracted me to her, was her long blonde hair, her big eyes that her makeup just made pop, and her very impressive deep cleavage. We chatted a little bit here and there, and eventually talked more. She loved sex, was very open about it, and...

Sometimes Getting Caught Is Good

Hi all. It’s my second story on ISS. Thanks to all for the appreciations and suggestions. I would like to share my story with you. Your suggestions and appreciation gave me this conference to write another story. My previous story name was – I fucked her hard as punishment Though this two are different stories. It happened to me when I was traveling back to my home. Before that something about me and neha (girl whom I met in train) I’m Nikhil I’m 18 and I got a 6.8′ cock. I can satisfy any...

Sometimes Its Just Not Worth It Ch 02

‘Michael…’ she started to say, ‘I just.’ Suddenly Dani flinched backwards, jerking back across the bed. I don’t remember ever raising my hand to a woman in my life, I don’t remember lifting my arm at her. But suddenly there it was, raised in the air, my hand open in a slap position… It never came down, I looked at it up in the air, ready to strike her. I could’nt believe what I was about to have done. I pulled my hand down. My eyes slowly filling with tears. I looked at my boy, sleeping in...

Sometimes Its Just Not Worth It Ch 03

Authors preface: Everything I wrote about in the previous two chapters actually happened to some degree or other, some minor details may have been slightly exaggerated, but nothing major. As years progress, life gives us different perspectives on things, we grow, experience things and mature in different ways, I always intended to revisit this story a few years after the original but never 11 years! I’m kind of glad, it’s given me real perspective on both sides of things, I’ve been on both...

Sometimes We Fight Back

Bangladesh, 2004. ”No! I don’t want to marry you!” “Why not?” “Because you’re mean! You’re rude to women and you always get into fights. I don’t want to marry you, I want a nice husband!” “You will do as I say!” “No!” “Who do you think you are, saying no to me like that? You’re just a woman! I don’t care what you want, you will marry me, or I will kill you!” “I will NEVER marry you! And if you try to hurt me, my brothers will beat you up!” “You’ll regret this…” Shimani watched him go,...

Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch 07

I turned to Sammi and asked, ‘Do you believe in magic?’ She nodded and softly said, ‘You know I do.’ ‘Hold out your left hand, please.’ She did. On her third finger were the rings Andrea bought and we put on her finger. I lifted Momma’s hand beside Sammi’s. The rings on Momma’s hand were identical to those on Sammi’s and every other set in the room. ‘Magic.’ I said. Each of us internally did what we felt was appropriate and right to say good-bye to dad’s body. I went out to the nurse’s...

Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch 04

[If you’ve read the first three chapters you already know this story is about a man with a magic family and the family grows. Some of the magic allows them to have sex and all feel it. Some of the magic allows the females to listen to the thoughts around them, to aim mind-speak to others and to combine energy to touch others. They have given up the ideas society has about what should be normal. If you have enough magic maybe you already know where the story is headed. If you don’t know, don’t...

Sometimes the Good Guy Wins Ch 05

[This story would best fit in a category called Poly family stories. Since Lit doesn’t have such a category I’m posting a warning here. This story is fiction about a magical polyamorus family. Yes, they share sexual experiences together and with others. No, to my knowledge, if a Peterson Family Trucking Company exists, it is not this family. As always, constructive comments are encouraged.] The two phones in our suite rang at seven. Five people woke up and two said, ‘Damn!’ Danni answered...

Sometimes loosing a bet is not bad

Coming to the story one day mom has asked me give a parcel to her . I have travelled half the distance and it started to rain lightly I thought I would make it to her home without any problem but due traffic i could not and I was completely drenched in rain when I reached aunts house. I rang the bell and aunt has come and then she gave me a towel to dry. I thought rain would stop soon and I can go home back. But it did not happen it rained even heavily. Aunt has insisted me stay over...

Sometimes you need to be violated

She heard a light switch click on and then the radio blared on, the music drowning out any hope of being heard as the door latched and locked behind her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck as he reached around her and undid the button on her jeans, then quickly pulled down the zipper... She started to fight but her arms were held uselessly behind her and his weight still pinning her against the wooden bench made the efforts futile as she felt the denim being worked down over...

Sometimes you cant resist

It was my first semester of my Sophomore year of High School, and I was in trouble. I've never been a ladies man, always the dork. Always shy, and here I was in a class full of teenage girls. I stuttered every answer to every question, and the seating wasn't exactly conducive to avoiding eye contact. Small tables, with two people on each side, facing each other. I was facing a freshmen, a girl named Charley. She was pretty, not gorgeous, not a stick, plump, rounded. And she, for some...

Sometimes A Little Vacation Is All You Needpart 2

Me: What is this? Alex: Just something that ma wanted me to give you. I took a look in the bag and saw a car book which was the Cadillac. I frowned at this and looked at Alex in the face. Me: Dude. Do not tell me that this is the new Cadillac V Series sedan? Alex: Yep and its outside waiting for you. He handed me the keys and I slowly rotated them in my hand. Alex: Oh can you watch Amber? We’re going to visit April's parents in North Dakota and we want to be there before it...

Sometimes A Little Vacation Is All You Need

I stood by the door and cough low and deep. Both of them stopping Keisha with her head bobbing and Jake with his hip thrusting as they saw me. Jakes eyes grew wide when he saw me and pushed Keisha off him and buttoned up his pants. Keisha wiped off the cum from her light brown lips and sat on the bed with him. " It was an accident" she said. I smiled and went over to my side of my room and sat down in front of them. Me: So what happened you tripped and his dick happened to be out? ...

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