Breaking Emma's Heart.

I asked for forgiveness as maybe I unwittingly groomed Emma. I knew she was going through a rough time. Knew she was ****. Yet I still went about charming her. I had known for a wee while that she was liking me more and more. Getting closer to me. It was good for my ego.

And it resulted in a second broken heart for Emma. And now I felt like a selfish cunt.

No one won.

I glanced down and brushed Emma's platinum hair. "Emma. Get up." She ignored me as she worked my fly. "Emma. You're better than this."

Knowing she could feel my erection caused me to step back, sending Emma keeling forward and almost landing on her face. She immediately began sobbing. But this time I couldn't stay and comfort her. "Em. I have to go. I'm sorry."

"Please."

"Believe me. You'll feel better in the morning for not going Through with this."

"Dan?"

"And.. Don't worry. I won't mention this episode to anyone. We'll come up with an excuse for our little argument on the dancefloor." I shook my head while I tried to think. "I don't know… maybe I stood on your foot while dancing… or, you found out it was I who ran over your cat last week. "

"Whatever. Just go. Go!"

"Okay,okay, No need to shout." And with that I walked away from a blowjob from a lingerie model. No easier feat.

But my penis has never talked to me since.

Back in the foyer of the hotel I joined my fellow colleagues who were all asking if me and Emma were now an item. I told them no. But I sensed they thought it bullshit.

But as I did this Emma walked up behind me unannounced, and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then said, "No hard feelings about what happened in the bedroom, Dan. It happens to the best of men." She winked as my friends roared with laughter. "See you Monday, tiger"

I watched her strutt off to the dancefloor. I noticed she had changed into a tight red mini dress. Within minutes she had a new fan club.

It was then I decided broken women are the best. And that this was only the opening chapter of what was going to be a long and complicated romance.

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Back home I climbed into bed with my wife, Ria. A good woman. A beautiful one.

I fucked Ria vigorously. Banging our all that pent up frustration. And no.. I didn't ask her to wear a blond wig.

As I rolled off my lithe dusky wife, our bodies clammy and shimmering with sweat, she asked, "What got into you?"

"I realised what I have." I kissed Ria's cheek then drifted to sleep, wondering what the future had in store.

To be continued.