The Hardest Part Is Letting Go Of Your Dreams

A month later Frank and I have settled back into the routine of working and just living a normal life. Frank comes home and gushes about his day and I force a smile on my face and nod along, happy for him but inside I feel like I'm dying. I don't enjoy my work and truth be told I don't enjoy life anymore. I'm broken, tainted and I can't see why anyone would want me but I put Frank through enough already so I suffer in silence. I keep trying to push things in the bedroom but we never get further than heated kisses before Frank stops us and treats me like a victim and it's driving me crazy. My own husband doesn't even want me sexually anymore. In the brief times that I'm home alone I cry. I curl up into a ball on the bed and I cry for all the things I can't cry for in front of Frank.
That night when we go to bed I roll over and press my lips to his and we kiss for a few minutes until it turns heated and I climb over him, straddling his hips and trailing my lips down his neck, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. He bucks his hips a little and his erection presses into my thigh and I freeze for a second, my thoughts racing about letting him fuck me into the bed and Frank grabs my hips and rolls me off him, separating us and rolling away, panting for breath and saying "Sorry." I sigh in frustration and feel my own half hard dick deflate quickly as he treats me like a victim yet again. I roll over so my back is to him and he reaches out and touches my shoulder and says "Are you alright baby?" I move away from his touch before I get up off the bed, saying "Fuck this" and grabbing my pillow, leaving the room and slamming the door behind me. I go into the living room and lay on the couch, grabbing the blanket off the back and laying it over myself as I close my eyes and pray for a nightmare less sleep for a change. A few minutes later I hear the bedroom door open and Frank comes out and kneels infront of me. I don't open my eyes and I hear him sigh before he whispers "I'm sorry baby. I know you're hurting and I'm sorry I keep making it worse" before reaching out and stroking my hair. I keep my eyes closed, hoping he'll just leave me alone right now but his hand leaves my hair only to slide under me and scoop me into his arms. He carries me back to bed and lays me down, climbing in behind me and pulling me against his chest, holding me and pressing soft kisses to my shoulder until I fall asleep.

The next day I go to work and one of the guys keeps making sexual jokes which are kind of making me uncomfortable. He clearly has no idea what I've been through and I don't say anything because this is the only part of my life anymore where I'm not treated like a victim and I crave that feeling. A few times throughout the day I catch him checking me out and when he notices I'm looking he winks before looking away and I feel flattered that someone can see me that way anymore. We serve the last customer of the day and it's just the two of us left there to clean up the little coffee shop before we go home and I go into the back for some cleaning supplies. I bend down to grab a bottle of cleaner from the bottom shelf in the cupboard when I hear someone say "Damn that's hot" and I stand up and turn quickly coming face to face with the guy who's been checking me out all day, William. He reaches out behind him and closes the door to the supply cupboard, shutting us inside before closing the gap between us and backing me against the shelves. I take a deep breath, my thoughts racing before I decide to just let instinct take over and I lean in and kiss him. At the first touch of our lips something sparks in me that hasn't been there in a long time and I all but throw myself on him, knocking him back a few steps while our tongues slide together and I slide my hands up to start unbuttoning his shirt, getting it open and sliding my hands up and down his smooth chest before I get to work on his belt. Once his pants are open William wraps his hands around my thighs and picks me up, sitting me on the table in the corner of the room and working on my shirt and pants, sliding them off before gripping the waistband of my
boxers and looking at me. I nod slightly and he puts one hand on my chest, pushing me back to lay down while he pulls
my boxers off, leaving me completely naked. I start to doubt myself but when his lips slide around the head of my dick and he starts sucking all my doubts go out the window and I tangle my fingers in his hair, bucking my hips and fucking his mouth. He moans in appreciation and it spurs me on until I feel like I'm about to cum and I rip his head off me hard by pulling his hair and he moans out and says "How did you know I like it rough?" I sit up and seal our lips together as I slide myself back further onto the table, pulling him along so he climbs up too. Once he's kneeling between my legs I suck two fingers into my mouth before I reach around and slide one into his hole. He bucks and squirms for a moment before kissing me again and saying "Another." I obey and press a second finger into him and twist them around, stretching him open before he moves away so I pull them out and he climbs off the table, picking up his pants and handing me a condom. I roll it on and stroke myself a few times before William climbs back onto the table and straddles my lap. I grip his hips and help him get positioned before he slides down onto me and I keep still until he starts moving and I grip his hips, holding him up just a little as I start a hard fast pace fucking up into him and he throws his head back and groans so loudly if anyone else were here we'd be caught for sure. I continue to thrust into him, fucking him and only chasing my own pleasure before I reach up and grip his chin, forcing his head back down so I can seal our lips together, planting hard messy biting kisses on his lips. After a few more minutes I feel myself get close so I pull out and roll him off me, slamming his back into the table as I climb over him and pull the condom off, kneeling beside his head as I rub the head of my dick over his lips before he opens and I shove myself inside, fucking his mouth again until I feel the pulsing in my dick and I pull out and cum all over his face. When I'm done I slide back down and shove two fingers inside him, thrusting in and out a few times until his back arches and he screams out and I know I've found his prostate. I continue to work my fingers into that spot while I circle his stretched hole with my tongue and he thrashes around on the table below me and screams out in pleasure before he cums all over himself. When he's done I pull my fingers out of him and climb off the table, getting redressed and leaving the cupboard with what I came in here for. I do my share of the cleaning, feeling completely detached from the real world as my thoughts swirl about what I've just done. Just as I'm finishing up William comes out and says "That was fucking incredible. We should do it again sometime" so I say "Yeah maybe. Well I'm done for the day so see you tomorrow" and I leave the store, walking towards home and wondering how the fuck I can explain this to Frank but feeling so alive at the same time for the first time since it happened.

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