Blonde is a warm color
My phone has been vibrating a couple of times in my breast pocket during my walk. I feel paralyzed just at the thought of looking at it, who has messaged me. I look around, as if someone ist watching me. As if someone watched me do…what I did. As if someone will tell everyone what I did….what WE did. Knowing that nothing will spare me from the cruel passing of time, I reach into the pocket and pull out my phone. The screen lights up brightly, hurting my eyes softly. The I see it. Four messages. All by ‘Sabrina’. God. What the fuck did we do, honey, I ask myself. A swipe up reveals the contents of the messages:1st message: ‘Dad, where are you?’2nd message: ‘If you are scared, I won’t tell mom or Jessica, anything!’3rd message: ‘Just for my piece of mind: I don’t regret it’4th message: ‘I love you dad. Nothing will change that. We’ll talk when you come back, k?’How can she say that, that she doesn’t regret it? How could’t she? I can’t run away, I have to talk toher, this can’t happen ever again! But I said this the last time. I close my eyes. I see her. On her back. Panting. Her legs spread, Me ramming into her. Our sweat mixing. The feeling of climaxing. Her beautiful green eyes looking deep into mine. And a shaking voice pleading “Yes dad, fuck me, please fuck me!’ I did. That I did.
‘Well, yout little sister is very popular.’‘Oh, popular she ist. No doubt. How was the trip?’‘You know, old men, talking about acquisitions, deals and other boring stuff you learn in university. But I got you some presents.”‘UUhh I love presents!’ Her eyes light up.‘Just let me bring my stuff upstairs and see your mom, I will give it to you later.’ My hands reach for my bags and suitcase, carrying them to the upper floor.‘I hope you give it to me!’ Sabrina responds and giggles.I stand there for a bit, a bit confused by her choice of phrasing, but I continue my Odyssey to my bedroom. The shower is audible in the upstairs hallway. I enter the bedroom, a bathroom is attached to it. I knock on the door.‘Baby, you there?’‘OH. Hey, I’ll be right there!’ My wife’s voice is rumbling under the sound of the hot shower, steam ist visible under the narrow slit under the door. A few minutes later, a beautiful, blonde woman in her early 40s stands there. Naked. Her voluptous breast stand firm thanks to a plastic surgeon and a 35th birthday present by me. F-Cup seemed like too much at the time, but seeing them now, the decision feels validated. Her figure is not as slender as our Sabrina, but her curves still drive me crazy after 21 years of marriage. She jumps me and kisses me passionately.
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