He leaves me

Evan grabbed his clothes and quickly started getting dressed.

"Where you going?" I asked.

"I needed to get off, man," he said as he buttoned his shirt. "Any port in a storm, right? You do give one help of a blowjob though. And at least I got you off too. I could have just took off as soon as I nutted. Usually I do...but you deserved a reward."

"Stay, we can still fuck," i said, realizing how sad and **** I sounded.

"Sorry, pal, I gotta run, but thanks again," he said, pulling a ten dollar bill from his wallet, tossing it on the bed. Then he rushed out the door.

The high of the feeling I'd had earlier was replaced by something far different. I suddenly understood the feelings of women who got fucked and then never got called back.

"Oh my god, you so just got used!" my wife said as she burst from the closet. laughing. "What a fucking dirty little slut you are."

She crossed the room, completely naked. When she got to me she suddenly straddled my face, forcing her hairy pussy on me. She was dripping wet and had clearly been playing with herself as she watch me be emasculated.

"Its my turn you little oral bitch, get me off," she demanded, and I did as i was told.

I attacked her clit with my tongue and after just a few moments she was creaming all over my face. That was something new for her. I licked up as much of it as i could.

Things were not going as planned. I suddenly just wanted to go home.