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She swallowed slowly, savouring the taste. "Baptists aren't supposed to be drinking this stuff," she said. "I married a Baptist and we didn't drink at all. Never went to parties, never danced and never had sex that went beyond the missionary position. Never used any interesting words, never smoked and never ate a meal without a prayer. Then I found out he was screwing the Pastor's wife. It had been going on for three years. Even the son of a bitch Pastor knew about it and didn't tell me. One of the women on the church board found out about it and she's the one who told me. Turned out, the Pastor is fucking gay and didn't give a Damn if his wife was screwing around, which she had been doing since they got married. Of course, he was getting it from any guy he could find. My husband tried to tell me it was his duty to keep the bitch happy, to keep fucking her and letting the congregation believe their Pastor was as pure as the driven snow. The fucking piece of shit even said he was only doing God's will. I told him he was full of it and if he didn't make a fuss, I would keep quiet, but if he gave me any static about a separation, I would stand up on Sunday morning and spill the beans. He moved out, I haven't been inside a church since and I don't think I ever will. My lawyer drew up a separation agreement and he signed. I hope I never see the bastard again."
Dan listened and felt her anger flow out with her words. He was unsure if her story was true but felt that she was actually being honest. He was aware that internet sites like this one were notorious for fabrications and deception, but he was quite willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.
When she was finished talking, he felt her relax and sink against him. And I thought I had a miserable life, he thought. No wonder she's so into the casual sex. She's just getting back at her ex, even if he doesn't know it.
Peaches must have read his mind again. "I told the prick I was on the net, getting sex whenever I wanted it. I told him I was drinking. I tried a cigarette, but it was gross. I told him I was going to clubs and dancing. I told him I was having sex with women as well. That was a lie, but I just wanted to hurt him. God, I want to hurt him. All those years, living like a puritan and what was he doing. Screwing the God Damned Pastor's bitch of a wife. I went to talk to her. All she wanted was my silence. `For the sake of the church` she said. I told her she could have my silence, shove her church up her ass and fuck my husband twice a day if she wanted. Do you know what the bitch said to that? 'I have been fucking him twice a day'. I could have ripped her face off. She was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Smug little bitch! I hope she gets Aids from her husband. Probably already has. I hope my ex gets it."
Then she tensed. "Don't worry. I got tested. Stupid prick didn't give it to me, if he has it, thank God. I know I'm not supposed to think that way but I hope he dies miserably, in pain and alone. I am so angry at him. So fucking angry. I guess you can tell. I'm sorry to go on like this but...I just had to tell someone. It's been bottled up inside. It's been eating at me. I get stomach cramps every day. I just can't let go of it. I hate the bastard. I hate him! I fucking hate him! Shit...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." She was crying now.
Dan just held her as she sobbed. He held her as her body shook with her crying. He said nothing, not knowing anything to say that would help. He just held her, rocking her and letting her cry. It seemed surreal. One minute she was sex personified and now she was like a heartbroken child. Slowly her crying subsided. Dan ran his fingers across her scalp, trying to sooth her pain. After another minute she was silent, just breathing deeply, coming back from her grief. Then she spoke.
"I'm sorry, Dan. I am so sorry. I know this is your first time...doing this...and look what you have ended up with. A train wreck. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Peach.