Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
Looking back I don’t know how we made it through the end of that summer and a good portion of the fall. We would continue to meet and he would continue to catch us. We hadn’t done it in a while but I snuck her in the house one day.
Hailey looked great! She wore a tight fitting dress and she was tan from the summer. I unzipped her dress and laid her down. I loved the way her body would curve. She had amazing hips and had a toned stomach despite many kids. She just had this way about her. I looked in her eyes and fed her my cock. I played with her and touched her. I wanted to get her wet and excited. I could feel her body writhe and arch and let out little moans when her lips were wrapped around me.
Missionary was our thing I would climb on top of her and she really loved it. Our skin on skin both droves us crazy. She would always be naked within minutes of me being around her. It was hot and sexy while being deep and meaningful. Every gaze from her eyes was love and submission. Every one back was love and a look of you are mine in both a primal and sweet way.
Sometimes I would fuck her hard and physical but my best result is when I held her tight and deep and tried to rub her spot. There is a spot where I fit perfectly with her. 3/4’s deep and short circular thrusts. I was her first penetrative orgasm and that day was no different. We kept going and with each thrust I was ready to cum and did so deep inside her. It always felt amazing and she loved it.
We started to get dressed as I had to take her back to our meeting place. As we exited the house and started to get in the car. I see James pulling around at the end of the street. I was like shit! We got in the car and I sped away. I went back roads to get away from him as quickly as I could.
I was mortified. She was upset. I believed he would tell my wife. And it’s one thing to find all this out. It was another to find out it happened where it did. I even have a hard time writing it now. On some level I have fond memories of her in my basement, but I am not proud of the transgression. I told her how disgusted I was with myself. And she took it personally. I certainly didn’t intend to offend her. But she thought I was ashamed of her. But I wasn’t I couldn’t be I loved her. I was ashamed of my decision making, bringing it that close to home. She was really upset with me. More than she was at being caught.
I drove her back to her car it was typical of our dynamic at that time, euphoria, drama, and anxiety. I would spend the next few days trying to repair the damage I had done to Hailey. My struggle to understand not that she was upset but the intensity of that. I thought she would share some of this with me. Because I struggled with my shame and was anxious that the shoe would finally drop…