You arrive back home

It's dark by the time you pull up to the driveway of yours and Carrie's house. The street lights are all turned on, illuminating the quiet neighbourhood with unnatural starlight that cast strange shadows all along the pavement. You switch off your car headlights and the whole street gets a little bit darker.

You had never met to stay in the office this long but during sex, you mentioned to Jill about how Carrie loves it up the ass and the young naive interm got all jealous. She was eager to learn and you took great satisfaction in not only being her first but also the one to teach her just how much it could hurt. The little slut was actually crying, begging you to stop whilst you pounded her tight virgin ass in two.

Taking a moment in the car, you grab your phone and look at the message she sent you after she sucked your cock clean and left. She really was adorably sweet and also playfully innocent which something which your girlfriend, Carrie most suddenly was not.

"Text me to let me know you got back home. Had fun but let's not try anal again. Xxx."

You text back that you had fun too before deleting the conversation.

Stepping out of the car and walking over to the door, you ring the bell and wait for Carrie to let you in... That's odd, she normally rushes over to greet you like a happy dog that's missed her owner. She must have been in the toilet or in the shower - somewhere she couldn't hear the bell ring.

That's no problem, you just take your keys back out from your pocket and then let yourself in. "Honey?" You inquirie, surprised when you don't hear her calling back.

A gentle scent of pasta and tomatoes comes as you walk inside. "Dinner smells amazing babe, I hope you didn't wait up for me though. My boss asked me to fill in a few more spreadsheets."

And then you hear her. She only let's you hear her making a quiet sob but the pain in her cry is so strong that hearing it instantly makes you worry. Something is wrong. Something must have happened whilst you were at work.

You rush over to the living room and you find Carrie in a sorry state. Those brown deer like eyes of her's are all pink and puffy as stinging tears keep on cascading down, rolling down her checks with black streaks of ruined mascara. She's clutching on to a box of tissues and several clenched up sheets littered the couch and floor.

"Carrie, what's wrong?" You ask with sincere concern, hating seeing her like this.

In response, she can't even bare to look at you. Her pain filled cries just grow even louder when you grab hold of her hand and then refuse to go, even as she recoils from your touch.

"Don't!" She whines, "don't fucking touch me."

Her response catches you by surprise, shocking you to your core. And yet, you also feel something else. Your cock begins to get hard, getting off on seeing Carrie so upset.