1. The Chair


    Date: 8/12/2017, Categories: Fiction, Bisexual, Consensual Sex, Death, Lesbian, Incest, Group Sex, Older, Violence, Voyeur, Wife / MILF, Author: tw_holt, Source: sexstories.com

    blonde hair. “I know, but come on,” Jon said, playfully squeezing one of Holly’s tits. “You’re so hot, and so good at all of this, babe. You’re like my porn star wife.” “I’m not a porn star.” “Look, I can track down Rodney. I can get him back in here,” Jon pleaded. “You two worked great together.” “Ugh,” Holly grimaced. “Gross.” “Holly, what the hell? Are you still hung up on Sharon?” Jon crossed the line. Holly said nothing, clinching her teeth and pushing past Jon. “Holly! Come on, babe!” Holly was tired of fighting about it, she was tired of participating in homemade porn; she was tired of dating other men while her husband dated other women – she missed her sister and Sharon was all she could think about in the last four months. She fought back tears, looking out the window, feeling Jon approach her from behind. “Holly,” he whispered. “Just leave me alone!” She pushed away, rushing past him, down the stairs to the living room. Thirty minutes later, Jon appeared, dressed and ready to go out. “I’ll be back later. Might be in the morning,” he said, Holly on the couch, her back to him. She nodded her head and grabbed the remote. She had no idea which girlfriend he’d end up with, she didn’t care. Holly’s sex drive had all but disappeared after Sharon’s death. She’d put on shows for Jon, having sex with random men he found, so he could film it and get off on it. After a couple months she said she couldn’t do it anymore. Jon always found a way to make her feel guilty, ...
    convincing her to perform one last time for him. She foolishly obliged him and went along with it. Holly sat alone, flipping through the TV, thinking about the past few months. She thought about how much she’s changed after losing a loved one. She thought about Sharon, her nephew Sam, her own children and their very strained relationship. She wondered what they were doing, choking up when she thought about their reaction if she got the courage to call them – should they even answer the phone. She started crying. The should have’s and could have’s returned. “I should’ve visited her more in Charleston. I should’ve called more. I could’ve been a better sister. Now she’s gone, forever.” Holly clutched the couch pillow, holding it tightly, tears streaming. “She’s gone.” “I could’ve,” Holly paused, thinking about her own life. “I could’ve been a better aunt, a better mother to my own children. I shouldn’t have married Jon!” She threw the pillow across the room. Holding her face, wiping her tears, she shook her head. Alone on the couch, she recalled how much her own kids disliked their stepfather, Jon. “I don’t blame them,” Holly said aloud. “They’re far away, they want nothing to do with me,” Holly thought, more guilt flooding her mind. “Jon never liked Sharon to begin with.” She cried more, picturing her sister’s smiling face, wishing she could call her, hear her voice, or give her one last hug. Holly often spoke with her other younger sister, Julie. Their relationship had improved since ...
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