The End of the Tunnel (closed)

[Pix]

Logan Alexander stared into the cup of coffee that had gone cold nearly an hour ago. He sat at the kitchen island on a stool, his breathing the only noise to be heard in the house he owned with his wife Jenna. That house may have been in both of their names, but who were they kidding? It was Jenna's money that paid the mortgage, the down payment. It was her credit that had secured them the loan in the first place. Three years into their marriage and Logan still hadn't found steady work, and it was his wife keeping them above water.

It was a bit unfair to say Logan had been jobless for three years, he had had a lengthy stint as a junior in sales for the regional cable company. Most of any money earned had come from commissions, and some weeks were better than others, but ultimately Logan had confessed to his wife that the job wasn't fulfilling. She had heard his gripes before, but let him quit to pursue his writing dream once more. Rejuvenated after leaving the cable company, Logan had an essay published about the soul crushing job, then a few short stories, and a couple of freelance articles. Things looked bright until a literary agent told him he wasn't ready for such a push yet and quickly Logan's time devoted to his writing became less and less.

That defeat had been nearly 18 months ago, almost half of the length of his marriage, and he was still out of work, only writing here and there, shutting down after yet another rejection. He was rudderless and felt worthless, and he took it out on Jenna by just distancing himself.

Logan knew friends and family members were hardly surprised. Logan was barely out of college when he proposed to her at age 23. She at the time was 29, and had expressed a desire to be married by 30. Logan felt rushed, but at the time he thought he was invincible and was madly and passionately in love with the beautiful, sophisticated Jenna. Now a part of Logan resented her for pinning him down so early, another part of him hated himself for failing to live up to what Jenna had wanted out of a husband, and mostly for changing from the bold, young college student he once was into a sad sack loser feeling sorry for himself.

He scratched his chin, not bothering to shave on a regular basis anymore. He could smell his unwashed self and decided to at least be clean by the time Jenna arrived home. He knew it was the day to do it, and might as well not stink while he did it.

In the shower, Logan tried to forget about his current predicament and overall shitty life by masturbating. It was a waste of energy, he couldn't even get an erection. 27 years old and my dick doesn't even get hard anymore, he thought to himself as he dried off.

Once he went back downstairs, he grabbed his laptop and opened up Word. He started typing his thoughts out about what would happen once Jenna came home. He had a bullet point about knowing what happened on her last business trip. He wrote how he had seen the credit card bill and saw charges from the hotel that she never could have gotten away with putting them down as a business expense. He wrote notes to himself about how he was furious with her, how he wasn't furious but more empty. He wrote about not feeling anything at all, and about how he understood.

No matter what was the actual feeling was, Logan couldn't pin it down. So he shut the lid of the computer and waited. He didn't know what would happen once Jenna walked through that door, he just knew something would.

 

[justmethatswho]

Jenna Larson-Alexander waited for her baggage from her latest business trip. In the last year she had began looking forward to these trips, the escapes from her reality. Her and Logan had been married for just over three years now, and well at the moment it sucked. The dream was crashing down. She had been sympathetic to him, allowing him his latest of following his dream. Like the other jobs writing quickly faded, Logan lacked the maturity to stick with things, he could not fight through the battle of the boredom of reality. She had tried, it was her income they lived on.

Jenna worked hard and quickly rose in her firm, overseeing national product development and sales. Though with the opportunity came travel along with the pay. A few times early on Logan had traveled with her, but like most he found it difficult to be alone while she worked. He was unable to find things to do.

As her went past her again on the carosel she stared into space. Trying to escape from what she had done. "Done again" she whispered to herself. The first time she had done it was the last business trip. She had been faithful to Logan up until then. But the couple had not had sex in nearly two months. The lack of sex was stark contrast to there engagement of first year and a half of marraige.

The infidelity had not been planned, yet there he was, Anthony, her friend after college. Jenna and Anthony loved each others company, yet over time they realized there interest in each other was little more than sexual. Sex was great for that year, Sex was adventorous with him. The meeting was accidental as she was checking into her hotel, they chatted, he was going to be in that town a few extra days, on her last night it happened. Drinking soon she was in his room, but not in his bed, she was pushed up against the window letting him fuck her. OMG that was great. In the morning he urged her to stay the weekend, she did, charging the room and flight change to her own credit card. There was passion, she felt excited for the next two days, then each returned to thier spouses.

"Never again" is what she told herself on the long flight home.

Yet now it was the next business trip and she had, done it again. Yet this man she barely knew, he was older, maybe 50, well she never asked. Sex was ok, exciting maybe, but was not worth the guilt she felt now.

Soon she was alone, a buzzer awoke her, startling her from her trance. She gathered her luggage and found a taxi for the ride home. "nothing happened" she told herself.

....

She arrived home and stood at the door. Finally she entered, "Logan ... honey I am home .... I so missed you." She spoke hiding her anxiety, covering it with an exited tone.

 

[Pix]

The listless husband was still, sitting at the kitchen island. The laptop shut next to his fingers rapping against the counter top. The very same laptop that if opened would show a screed of a variety of thoughts, firing all at once, all different from tone and rationale, yet they all were reactions to the same crisis. A half empty cup of coffee was on the opposite side of the hand with the nervous fingers, tapping in rhythmic succession, one after the other. Inside that cup had been Logan's coffee from the morning, now stone cold and vile.

As Logan heard the door open, the air in the house Jenna alone had been shouldering the burden for seemed to become even heavier and suffocating. It was almost as if a dark storm cloud, the ones that only seem to develop when the humidity was an extra sort of painful, had rolled into the house and caused Logan to suck in even harder to just get a satisfying breath.

Despite the obvious rift between the two of them, Jenna walked in with a bright smile. Her heels clicking along the hardwood floor as she walked. The sound of her luggage rolling on the floor behind her. She sounded cheery, but a hollowness was set in the undertones of her greeting. When she had said she missed him, it rang true. However, Logan got the sense that she didn't mean over the past couple of days. Whatever missing Logan going on with Jenna, was a yearning from longer back.

She walked into the kitchen, smiling, but her eyes betrayed the ruse Logan knew she was putting up. The solace he could take in her farce is that she really seemed to feel some sort of badness, whether it was guilt or just a realization that this chapter in her life may be over was anybody's guess.

Logan felt her lips against his cheek through the wiry hair of his halfway between a intentional beard and a week's vacation. However, the 27 year old just sat stone faced and silent. She could have bought that he was just in one of his defeated moods, but given the air in the room it was quite obvious. He realized that the sooner, the better.

"I sent in the checks for some bills today," he said matter-of-factly. It wasn't condescending or passive-aggressive, it just was the truth. "Including the AmEx bill, which had your non-work related hotel charges on it."

He got up from his stool and moved to the other side of the island. He wanted some distance between them, as to not appear threatening.

"So, either you cheated on me or I've grown so unlikable you're willing to spend money to stay away from me," he hung his head and shook it, "or...fuck, maybe it's both. I don't even know anymore."

 

[justmethatswho]

Jenna sensed the tension as she entered. She had always found Logan easy to read, she could sense he was not happy. Then again it had been some time since he had noticed her beyond her check supporting his writing career.

She was more worried about her recent indiscretions, to say the least Logan surprised her with the Am-Ex bill. Jenna stopped in her tracks, his tone was clear that he was upset with her.

Her mind scrambled for reasoning before she could think it through words began trailing for her lips as she turned to him, her smile no longer so bright. "I thought I told you about that, I had to work all weekend, my company card was maxed out, I had to use my own. I will get reimbersed." She hoped her statement would work, though if Logan really looked, the charges were not just hotels and restaurants. There were a few charges for clothing, shoes and lingerie. In her heart she knew she had been caught.

"So, either you cheated on me or I've grown so unlikable you're willing to spend money to stay away from me," he hung his head and shook it, "or...fuck, maybe it's both. I don't even know anymore."

As he said the words she feared the truth of her actions. Her smile began to quiver as tears filled her eyes. She was faced with the options of admitting her indiscretions or continuing the lie.

"How could you say that ... we are married." her voice quivering with shock. "you know I to work and travel with my last promotion ... we had discussed this .. and the extra income allows you to chase your writing dream ..... what do you want from me .... what do you want me to do."

Jenna stood vulnerable .. something Logan rarely had seen ... as she typically ran the marriage ... yet for this moment ...

 

[Pix]

As she spiraled further down the rabbit hole, a part of Logan felt bad that he had said something to make her cry, a long quiet part of him that barely surfaced anymore. He wanted to reach out, do something to console her, but when he actually thought about touching her, something inside of him cringed. It was almost as if he had no desire to be physical with her anymore, or maybe the lack of such contact over the last several such months had convinced him of that.

"How could you say that ... we are married." her voice quivering with shock. "you know I to work and travel with my last promotion ... we had discussed this .. and the extra income allows you to chase your writing dream ..... what do you want from me .... what do you want me to do."

"Honesty," is all Logan had to answer that. A little anger had boiled inside of him when she threw his failure out as an excuse, but then he thought he couldn't blame her for doing such. "I just want you to be honest with me. I know this is no longer working, so let's clear the air and figure something out. Neither of us deserves to be this miserable anymore."

 

[justmethatswho]

"Honesty," is all Logan had to answer that. A little anger had boiled inside of him when she threw his failure out as an excuse, but then he thought he couldn't blame her for doing such. "I just want you to be honest with me. I know this is no longer working, so let's clear the air and figure something out. Neither of us deserves to be this miserable anymore."

"you are right Logan .. we have been miserable." As she approached him, she noticed how he avoided contact with her. "Look I am your wife ... you are my husband .. you are right we need to be open .... just tell me what you want to be honest about ... just tell me what you would like from me."

She was now standing before him, holding each of his hands with hers. She had learned in early in their relationship she was the one who would always be in control. That she was the dominant one. Now she tried to real him back that he could be comfortable.

 

[Pix]

"Tell me that you fucked someone else," he said with his head down, allowing Jenna to hold his hands. Whenever his emotions got out of control she always had her little tricks to try and calm him down, but this wasn't one of those times. He didn't feel anything, and he wanted to push it. He was afraid he was losing himself more so than ever before and he wanted to take something back from his spiral.

"Just tell me, tell me the truth," he said a little more lively. He needed to hear it from her.

 

[justmethatswho]

"Tell me that you fucked someone else," he said with his head down, allowing Jenna to hold his hands. Whenever his emotions got out of control she always had her little tricks to try and calm him down, but this wasn't one of those times. He didn't feel anything, and he wanted to push it. He was afraid he was losing himself more so than ever before and he wanted to take something back from his spiral.

"Just tell me, tell me the truth," he said a little more lively. He needed to hear it from her.

She should have been offended by the question, up unitl two weeks ago she had been faithful to him, yet now he was accusing her by simply asking the question.

She stood stunned and silent by the question.

Her silence was a confession of her discretions.

She quickly studied the situation taking more than two minutes to answer.

"Yes I did have another man two weeks ago ..... " she paused remaining silent of just last night. "I know it was wrong ... I just ... it is ... my fault. Logan I am so sorry." She continued with tears in her.

"I made a mistake ... I just wonder ... it was wrong of me."

 

[Pix]

Logan wasn't spinning or racked with sadness and confusion, he realized he was on the edge of a cliff, a razor wire separating him from an inevitable doom, and a total clarity developed in his mind and body. He loved-or at least had loved- Jenna from a very deep level inside of him, and knew it was still there. If he didn't try something, everything would be lost.

He stood up and grabbed Jenna by the hips firmly. For the first time in months he looked at her in the eye with a steely confidence that was like when they started dating and he was the college kid brash enough to win a woman who had been longer out of college than he had been in.

"So tell me," he said gruffly, "tell me how I can fuck you better than that other guy did. Tell me how I can fuck you better than I ever did."

 

[justmethatswho]

Logan wasn't spinning or racked with sadness and confusion, he realized he was on the edge of a cliff, a razor wire separating him from an inevitable doom, and a total clarity developed in his mind and body. He loved-or at least had loved- Jenna from a very deep level inside of him, and knew it was still there. If he didn't try something, everything would be lost.

He stood up and grabbed Jenna by the hips firmly. For the first time in months he looked at her in the eye with a steely confidence that was like when they started dating and he was the college kid brash enough to win a woman who had been longer out of college than he had been in.

"So tell me," he said gruffly, "tell me how I can fuck you better than that other guy did. Tell me how I can fuck you better than I ever did."

Jenna stood waiting for his reaction, expecting the words she did not try to run and allowed him to grab her hips. She deserved whatever words and punishment he had for her.

She opened her eyes, and she saw his confidence, something that had been gone for so long. It was that look and confidence which caused her to fall in love with Logan.

"So tell me," he said gruffly, "tell me how I can fuck you better than that other guy did. Tell me how I can fuck you better than I ever did."

She had half hoped he would simply push her back and take her on the kitchen counter. Yet in a moment of panic she uttered out.

"Use your thoughts ... what you think of at night ... act upon your lusts ... tell me what you want ... or do as you please ..." Jenna stopped for a moment deciding if she should stop. "Sometimes I want to be Fucked ... not make love. Logan ... just fuck me .. like you imagine ..like you think when you masterbate .. I don't always have to be Jena you wife ... I can be whoever you want."

 

[Pix]

Logan turned his wife around and bent her over the counter. Her slender figure was hugged nicely by the business skirt she had on. He unzipped the skirt and roughly yanked it down her legs exposing the black lace thong, not unlike most of the panties she kept in her dresser next to his in the bedroom. She always looked good in her underwear, and her panties themselves were sexy. When Logan couldn't get himself hard to masturbate to porn, sometimes pulling a pair of Jenna's panties from the hamper and breathing in did the trick.

"You're a fucking whore is what you are," he said as he smacked her tight ass cheek, letting his jeans fall to the floor with the clank of his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor.

Logan's dick was harder than it had been in a long time, throbbing. Maybe it was the fact he was fighting for something, or that Jenna had always been the initiator and the dominant one. She always seemed to know what she want while Logan was clueless, but maybe she just thought she had knew.

He teased his cock head against her lips and she was actually wet. Logan didn't know if it was from her thinking about her indiscretion or from just that instant, but he buried himself inside of her.

"That's the deal," he said with his hand on her back, pressing her into the counter as he fucked her, "I pay you and you let me use you however. Right, whore?"

 

[justmethatswho]

Logan turned his wife around and bent her over the counter. Her slender figure was hugged nicely by the business skirt she had on. He unzipped the skirt and roughly yanked it down her legs exposing the black lace thong, not unlike most of the panties she kept in her dresser next to his in the bedroom. She always looked good in her underwear, and her panties themselves were sexy. When Logan couldn't get himself hard to masturbate to porn, sometimes pulling a pair of Jenna's panties from the hamper and breathing in did the trick.

"You're a fucking whore is what you are," he said as he smacked her tight ass cheek, letting his jeans fall to the floor with the clank of his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor.

Logan's dick was harder than it had been in a long time, throbbing. Maybe it was the fact he was fighting for something, or that Jenna had always been the initiator and the dominant one. She always seemed to know what she want while Logan was clueless, but maybe she just thought she had knew.

He teased his cock head against her lips and she was actually wet. Logan didn't know if it was from her thinking about her indiscretion or from just that instant, but he buried himself inside of her.

"That's the deal," he said with his hand on her back, pressing her into the counter as he fucked her, "I pay you and you let me use you however. Right, whore?"

As Logan took her and pushed her toward counter, he was showing a side she had never seen from him. Hit brutal force excited her.

"You're a fucking whore is what you are,"

His words hurt. No woman wanted to be called a whore. Did they? Now her husband had used the word harshly toward her. She felt her skirt fall to her ankles, her only protection her sexy thong, was certain to no inhibit Logan's aggression in any way.

She felt him press to her willing lips, her pussy aching for attention. For a moment she thought of the sex she had less than 8 hours ago, disappointing sex with another man, sex that left her wanton and willing.

"Ohhhhh" Jenna moaned as he thrust into her harder and stiffer than he had ever done. The cry was as much pain as pleasure. She could do nothing but let him do as he pleased as he pushed her into the counter and was now fucking her from behind.

"That's the deal," he said with his hand on her back, pressing her into the counter as he fucked her, "I pay you and you let me use you however. Right, whore?"

"Ohhhh" Jenna moaned again as he thrust into her. "Yesssss" she moaned as much for the pleasure though inadvertanly answered his question.

 

[Pix]

He thrust hardly into her as he gripped her hips. His cock throbbed and his mind was empty. Logan wasn't thinking of the decaying marriage or his wife's infidelities that had come part in parcel with such deterioration. No, he was simply acting on guttural instinct, letting a fantasy of paying for sex take over.

"My wife doesn't appreciate me," he said as he fucked her, "but I deserve it, and paying for a whore to fulfill my needs is what I'm doing."

He smacked her ass as his balls began to churn, he knew it was only a matter of moments before this fantasy ended and he'd empty himself inside of Jenna, his wife as a surrogate for some fantasy he has kept inside of his mind.

 

[justmethatswho]

He thrust hardly into her as he gripped her hips. His cock throbbed and his mind was empty. Logan wasn't thinking of the decaying marriage or his wife's infidelities that had come part in parcel with such deterioration. No, he was simply acting on guttural instinct, letting a fantasy of paying for sex take over.

"My wife doesn't appreciate me," he said as he fucked her, "but I deserve it, and paying for a whore to fulfill my needs is what I'm doing."

He smacked her ass as his balls began to churn, he knew it was only a matter of moments before this fantasy ended and he'd empty himself inside of Jenna, his wife as a surrogate for some fantasy he has kept inside of his mind.

Jenna could feel the force of his each thrust. Logan was fucking her like never before. She could feel his anger and lust. This time he was concerned only of himself and little for her.

"My wife doesn't appreciate me," he said as he fucked her, "but I deserve it, and paying for a whore to fulfill my needs is what I'm doing."

"Fuck me .. bay beee ..... harder ..... " Jenna played along in a ditzy high pithched voice. "Fuck your ..." Jenna was going to say whore but could not call herself that. As he continued she thought how if he paid it would be with money she earned. "Fuck ... fuckkky. oh ......"

"Say my name baby." Jenna asked in the same ditzy voice. "tell me my whore name then fill me."

 

[Pix]

"Take it Lana, you filthy whore!" Logan grunted with such volatility that he even surprised himself.

His cock throbbed and then exploded, filling up Jenna's pussy with such force that it was a feeling of orgasm Logan hadn't felt in such a long time. As he pumped into her for a few more thrusts, spurting little after shocks following his explosion, he felt his member lose its swelling returning to it's usual state.

As he pulled his cock from her, he didn't say anything. He just backed away a bit, his semi flaccid manhood dangling as he looked at his cum dribble out of her, down her thigh. He usually would offer to get her a towel or a tissue, as to not stain any of her clothing but he just watched it run down her thigh, staining her skin.

 

[justmethatswho]

Jenna wondered why lana ... why had he picked that name.

She moved abit sensing how close he was to avoid her own orgasm. Tonight belonged to Logan, tonight I was just his whore to satisfy his need. This had little to do with me.

She remained bent over the counter, her tall heels toning her legs, she was aware of the cum running down her thighs, yet she held still. She wanted him to see her to desire her more to let him know she was not simply his wife. She knew it was not an excuse, but wondered if he had shown that lust if she would have wandered on him.

After serveral minutes she turned to him, her hair out of place, her makeup smeared. Jenna looked like a tramp. She bent down picking up her skirt pulling it back over her hips and reached behind her to zip her skirt.

Lost tonight was the simple tenderness of her usual sessions with Logan.

She smiled at him. "That was fun ... we should do it again sometime ... Logan right ... that is your name?" She asked in her best Lana ditzy voice. She puased for his reaction wondering if he was actually going to pay her.

 

[Pix]

Logan didn't say anything as Jenna turned to him, trying to continue the roleplay. Instead he zipped up his pants, and left the room. Something was different about how he felt then compared to just before Jenna got home, it was almost as if he felt inspired. He left the kitchen, his wife probably confused exactly about what had happened and what was going on. Logan didn't even know what the hell was going on, but he went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Once he left the bathroom he returned to the kitchen. He didn't say a word to his unfaithful wife and just grabbed his laptop from the counter and left the house. He got into his car and turned his music up really loud, singing along with the song as he arrived at a divey little bar. He parked and went inside. Sitting at the bar he ordered a drink and opened his laptop.

The screed that he was going to confront Jenna was on the screen. He quickly closed out of the document and chose not to save. He began clacking away at the keys, typing and typing late into the night.

 

[justmethatswho]

Jenna was a bit confused as he left the kitchen the first time then again as he passed her another time. What had just happened? had her marraige ended ... or what. She wondered where Logan had gone, yet could not think of the words to call or text him.

She found her way to the bath, filling the tub with hot bubbly water and settled in to wash her body of the stains of sex.

She sat back thiniing as terrible as things were with Logan .. at least for the first time since they had met she had a sex life ... a sex life which filled her thoughts.

 

[Pix]

After a couple of drinks and a few hours, Logan had saved his file and then sent an email off to an old colleague. He felt alive for the first time in a long time. Earlier in the day he felt like a walking corpse, devoid of all feeling and sensation but now he felt hopeful about one thing. He still wasn't sure about his home life then. Had his last time with Jenna been just a weirdly lustful roleplay fuck? She seemed into it at least, but was that just her accepting punishment out of her shame? Logan didn't know and felt a little sheepish returning home.

He had no choice though. He opened the front door and set his laptop down. Jenna was nowhere to be found downstairs, so he went up to the bedroom thinking she may have been asleep, but she wasn't. He could hear her in the bathroom. He changed out of his clothes into a white tee shirt and shorts, and sat on the bed, waiting for his wife.

 

[justmethatswho]

The bathwater was no cooling and Jenna got out of the tub slowly drying herself. Alone in her thoughts at time she ridculed herself for what she had done the last couple weeks. The actions were more in correlation with her high school and college years. She smiled a bit recalling the men of her past. She knew in high school and college she was the slutty cheerleader.

When she met Logan her life changed. He saw something in her that others overlooked. She changed also, it had been time to settle down. She tried, and till last year all had been good. It was then the thoughts of her past returned, the fun she had had.

She wrapped a towel around her torso and hair and moved to the bedroom, thinking Logan was still gone. She had planned to sleep in the guest room as she felt she had betrayed him.

"Logan!" She exclaimed a bit startled. "OMG I am so glad you are here."

 

[Pix]

"We should probably talk," he said as he watched her enter the room in her towel. She was absolutely stunning, no matter what she had done, he could not deny her beauty. She did look a bit tainted to him now, for good or ill. However he felt different, looking at her in the soft lighting of the bedroom.

He sat back on the bed, his back against the headboard. He pat on the soft duvet to beckon her over to him. Earlier in their relationship, he had always been affectionate with her, even in public. That tended to be the behavior of young men, proud of their beautiful other half, wanting the world to know how he felt. Lately he was not. He touched only when they had sex, which was more mechanical over the past year and a half than passionate or out of love. He never cuddled with her anymore, but it was the difference he felt that caused him to pat on the bed.

Logan wasn't sure if it was a change or again just the thought that the marriage may be over and he wanted to make sure to get his lasts in.

 

[justmethatswho]

"We should probably talk," he said as he watched her enter the room in her towel. She was absolutely stunning, no matter what she had done, he could not deny her beauty. She did look a bit tainted to him now, for good or ill. However he felt different, looking at her in the soft lighting of the bedroom.

He sat back on the bed, his back against the headboard. He pat on the soft duvet to beckon her over to him. Earlier in their relationship, he had always been affectionate with her, even in public. That tended to be the behavior of young men, proud of their beautiful other half, wanting the world to know how he felt. Lately he was not. He touched only when they had sex, which was more mechanical over the past year and a half than passionate or out of love. He never cuddled with her anymore, but it was the difference he felt that caused him to pat on the bed.

Logan wasn't sure if it was a change or again just the thought that the marriage may be over and he wanted to make sure to get his lasts in.

Jenna was still waiting for his works to be harsh and tear into her, ywt all he said is they should talk. She was certain the marraige was close to the end.

"Yes .. I guess we should ... talk." Jenna said again avoididing the opportunity to apolagize.

She made her way to the bed, sitting at the foot end trying to stay far away from him. As she sat she took the towel from her hair allowing her hair to dry. She moved carefully to avoid allowing the towel to reveal more than the wrapped towel should.

He mind was wondering what it was Logan wanted to discuss. Maybe he wanted her again, though she doubted that.

Jenna sat her legs tucked under her. "So what would you like to discuss Logan?" she asked in an effort to control the converstaion. Even as she spoke her mind was still clouded with her lust of indiscretian. She wantd to tell him how she enjoyed the episode in the kitchen, yet she said nothing more and waited for Logan to speak.

 

[Pix]

"First..." he still couldn't look past her wrongdoing, "I need you to just admit to what you had done. Okay?"

He was bargaining with her, a classic way to avoid taking conflict head on, but it was his only way to cope at that instant. So he left it out there, he wanted her to lay her hand down so he could proceed to figure out what next.

"And you don't have to tell me why," he continued on, "I know why. I probably would have done it myself if I had to be married to me. So just admit what you did, and tell me if what we have is over. I thought for sure it was, I wanted it to be over to be honest...now I'm rethinking that."

 

[justmethatswho]

"First..." he still couldn't look past her wrongdoing, "I need you to just admit to what you had done. Okay?"

He was bargaining with her, a classic way to avoid taking conflict head on, but it was his only way to cope at that instant. So he left it out there, he wanted her to lay her hand down so he could proceed to figure out what next.

"And you don't have to tell me why," he continued on, "I know why. I probably would have done it myself if I had to be married to me. So just admit what you did, and tell me if what we have is over. I thought for sure it was, I wanted it to be over to be honest...now I'm rethinking that."

Jenna sat there analyzing what he had asked hoping for a way out, she contemplated, finally deciding upon the truth.

"Logan ..." Jenna was about to say she was sorry, but the truth was she was not sorry for her infidelity. "The truth right ... are you sure." Jenna stopped but not long enough to let him answer. "The truth is Logan I enjoy sex ... I always have since I was young .. since my first time I liked sex. I was not the good girl ... until I met you. I was the girl who dated all types of guys ... I was the girl who slept with people on first dates .. I was the girl well who slept with almost any one who asked me. When i met you I loved how you saw me ... I thought I my sexual desires were a defect ... though you were the only one who saw me .. the person behind the sex. I had been faithful until two week ago .. I met someone from my past ... from college ... he was a lover back then ... like me he married a few years ago. We talked ... and teased ...." Jenna took a deep breath. "I went to his suite .... and soon I was naked pressed against the window with his cock fucking me from behind. Any one could have seen. I was supposed to leave the next day ... yet we did not want it to end .... we had sex several more times." Jenna stopped herself trying not to sound so upbeat.

"Logan I am sorry for hurting you ... it is my fault ... I enjoy sex ... I need sex ... Logan ... sex like you fucking me today .... that was the best we ever had." Jenna stopped waiting for a response.

 

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Logan took a deep breath. He always thought that she may have been easier than most other women, one of the reasons she first agreed to go out with him was probably because she just wanted to fuck a college guy, Logan at least knew that. He didn't care if she was a slut, he was in no position to judge he always thought, just as long as she stayed faithful to him. Well that caveat had been thrown out the window.

Now he was here, in the position he always thought they would have avoided, but he saw her vulnerable and honest.

"I love you, Jenna," he revealed while scratching his scruff, "I look over at you and still love you, but it's hard for me...or has been, because I've been hating myself, and after fucking you like I didn't care woke something inside of me. I don't care if you were a slut, or really enjoy sex. I do care...that you needed to go to someone else to satisfy you. Let's change that, if you still love me and want to make this work...just tell me what you want from now on, tell me and I won't judge you."