I send the picture to Adam, and I don’t touch Carrie’s pussy even though I really really want to. I want to know if she’s as warm as she used to be. If she’s as wet as she used to be. I want to be inside of her again, right now, like I used to be.
I pull her jeans back up, and button them, and I know I’m not a bad guy, no matter how fucked up that was. And I know that she’ll understand why I did it. And I know that she’s sent him much worse pictures because I fucking saw them. And I’m scrolling through them, growing harder and harder in my pants.
Adam texts back‘that did the trick. See you Tues.’and then he’s gone out of our lives, and I breathe a sigh of relief and close the phone so I can’t look at the pictures anymore and I finish my nasty, black, over-sugared coffee, and I think what a prick he is and how he is using her and cheating on his wife and his family. And I know I’ll never be that sort of man. And Carrie will never be that sort of wife.
We’ll be happy, and we’ll love and respect one another, and I didn’t touch her pussy even though I wanted to, and that shows how much respect I have for her.
I go up to her bathroom because I want to wash my hands. I feel dirty. I pick her clothes up from the floor and I put them in the hamper, and I think,why don’t you put your dirty clothes in the hamper, Carrie?And I shake my head and smile because I know it’s going to be one of those things that we’re going to argue about until we’re old and gray.
I look in her bathroom mirror and I straighten my hair some more. It’s dried stupidly, so I have to wet it and I restyle it using some of her hair products, and I feel better after that.
Then I go and sit on her bed, and I pull my jeans down and I touch myself and I look at the photos on her phone again. And I know I’m disgusting for doing this, and it’s not very respectful of my wife-to-be, but I can’t help it that she makes me so hot and bothered. And I kinda like that I’m doing this where they fucked, because it’s like I’m blotting him away.
I stand up as I groan and come, and I make sure I come all over the bed.
And I make sure my semen mixes with his because again, I’m getting rid of every trace of him.
I can sleep in this bed now,I think as I zip my jeans back up.
