She never calls you ever again.

Well, it turns out that Gemma only pursued you because you were married. Now, without the thrill or danger of being caught, she has zero interest in hooking up with you. A couple of months after she left you staring at the door to her apartment, you see her at a bar, holding the hand of a guy around your age wearing a thick platinum wedding band around his finger. He looks like he's in absolute heaven, and you've no doubt she's taken him to the same mind-blowing heights that you yourself were taken to. You feel sick with jealousy and leave the bar immediately with a raging hard-on building in your pants. You hope that the dude's wife finds out about the affair, so that Gemma can dump him too.

So, you come to the realization that you ruined your life all because you couldn't keep control of your dick. Your reputation for being a cheating scumbag doesn't exactly help you out in the dating department either. With nothing really left for you in town, you decide to quit your job and move across the country to a large city, starting afresh where no one knows who you are. You've learned your lesson and come to the conclusion that maybe you weren't cut out for a monogamous life anyway. Not that women your age are particularly interested in one-night stands, but you might as well try nonetheless. And hopefully, you might find another 'Gemma', even though the chances of that are probably one in a trillion.

There's one positive out of this entire episode - the absolute treasure trove of self-shot pornography that Gemma gifted you with, still stored on your online account. You spend almost every evening streaming the videos of her masturbating and moaning your name onto your large flat-screen television, jerking yourself off to completion multiple times until your cum rag can't absorb any more fluid. You even shop around for the closest fleshlight you can find that reminds you of the exquisite tightness of her pussy, which you enjoyed unfortunately all too briefly.

Even though you can't have the real thing, the memory of those magical encounters will forever remain locked away in your spank bank, ready to come out whenever you desire.

THE END.