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Apology Accepted

My first wife, Angie, and I got divorced six years ago-mainly because of money. But it wasn't until after the recent death of my second wife-that I realized just what a rotten husband I'd been to Angie.

I was never abusive or anything like that-but I never really treated her like a wife. She was a wonderful person-but because of a spinal condition, her body was badly scarred from numerous surgeries. I could never see past that-and rarely made love to her. Instead, I would openly view pornography and masturbate-often next to her in bed. She would beg to do it for me-but I wouldn't allow. On more than one occasion I told her flat-out, 'I'm not attracted to you... just let me do this.' She would then turn over and cry herself to sleep.

Fast forward to the weeks/months after my second wife's death. I did a lot of soul-searching... similar to Jason Lee's character in 'My Name is Earl.' I called Angie one day-told her what was on my mind-and arranged to fly out to see her. She sounded happy to be seeing me-and offered her spare room.

At the airport, Angie met me with a giant hug and smile. We went to dinner, then to her apartment. We spoke deeply about our marriage- and how- though I never physically hurt her- ignoring her sexually and calling her ugly would rip her heart out. As she spoke of my insensitivity, I was embarrassed at how shallow I'd been. Angie really was beautiful... inside- where it counted. I had been such a fool... and wanted to make it up to her. Excusing myself, I went to the bathroom.

Minutes later, I came out in only a towel. Dropping the towel I simply said, 'I'm sorry. You are very beautiful. It is me who is ugly.'

I'm not an exhibitionist. This was a gesture of humility... NOT arousing and quite uncomfortable.

'Sam,' she said, 'you're not ugly.' But then she winked and said, 'How beautiful am I?'

Still embarrassed by my nudity- and now confused, I looked up puzzled.

'Am I more beautiful than those girls you used to look at?'

'Yes,' I said.

'Prove it!'

She lead me to her bedroom. I began to get hard thinking of what may be coming. Angie stripped and laid on the bed. 'Now, Sam- prove that I'm more beautiful than those other girls-do what you used to do' Blushing, but getting aroused- I closed my eyes and started to stroke. 'HEY,' she yelled- 'eyes open and looking at me!' She really was beautiful and I was approaching orgasm quickly. She too, seemed to be getting close to orgasm as her fingers worked her moist vagina.

'Are you ready to cum?,' she sighed.

'Yes.'

'Almost?'

'YES!,' I screamed.

'OK- ok- STOP stroking'

I obeyed.

It took every ounce of will-power to delay my orgasm. Then-just as I was about to blow, Angie did something that will forever affect me... she grabbed her cel-phone and called-her boyfriend!

As she spoke to him she motioned me to leave the bedroom. I was in shock-I just froze. Angie covered the phone and said to me, 'apology accepted.'

She then went on to fingering herself loudly-speaking dirty to her boyfriend. My mind was spinning, cock deflating as I turned away... I ended up getting a cab and flying home that night. I've been unable to stroke or orgasm since then.

Karma


Posted on: 2008-04-30 00:00:00 | Author: