Bradlee Cheeba Cheats on Wife Part II

Disclaimer regarding this blog book based on a true story:

People and events have been changed to protect the innocent, and that any similarities to actual persons, either living or dead, are merely coincidental.

For the next two weeks Bradlee didn’t call or text. I gave him what he’d wanted. Slam! Bam! Thank you ma’am! He simply disappeared after he adamantly promised that he would never do that. “I’m not a prick. I don’t just leave people hanging. That’s not who I am. I would never do that to youEspecially not you.” He promised. I needed to resurrect myself from the dead, used, hurt, pathetic, little girl that I’d become. I called and asked him to please let me get back what I’d lost. He was too busy but I didn’t get the hint. Weeks later I met Bradlee at his rented Banyan Harbor room. We spoke about him being a “bookie” and reminded me of what he’d told me the first day we met. He spoke about not only banking at his father’s bank to assure that his father, the bank manager, wouldn’t be aware of just how much money he had and where it came from. He informed me he’s part of an underground gambling ring. Being a bookie sounded exciting. It was illegal so I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone.

He led me up to the main bedroom holding my hand. It was supposed to be simple sex but it wasn’t. When it was over I left.

1/4/12 After making me wait for over two hours Bradlee came to see me after work. I rented a room at Kauai Beach Resort. I displayed my massage oils and lotions, all the necessary towels and some pleasant music. I had on my pajamas; some see through yoga shorts. My perky nipples showed through my sheer light blouse. I had smooth, silky skin and I smelled like heaven. He finally showed up although it was well after 11pm. I surprised him with a massage. I took off his clothes and laid him on the large soft bed. “No one has ever done anything like this for me. Wow! Thank you.” I rubbed every inch of him. Slowly and lovingly I made him feel like he’s never felt before. Respected, wanted, cared for, deeply. He was in shock. I wanted to serve him. I wanted to make him happy inside and out. I wanted him to want to stay. He did. I turned him over to start massaging his chest and used more oils. He watched me closely and with all the affection in the world I massaged every inch of him. I gave him every piece of me and when he couldn’t resist anymore he took me into his arms and kissed me passionately. He kissed every inch of my legs and told me how amazing I am to him. He spoke of my beauty and his desires. He spoke softly and tenderly to me. He told me that he could see his favorite part of my lower body while I massaged him and that seeing that place so close to my pussy was beautiful and he had to have me. He lightly licked my nipples and then put his fingers inside of me. He ravenously dug his hands into my hair, my arms, my body. He touched and taste every inch of me but I was too afraid to let him in so closely. Too afraid to let him go down on me so I went down on him and we fucked slowly. He couldn’t seem to get enough of my mouth and kissing my neck, my breasts and legs. He seemed lonely and hurt. The affection seemed to save him from himself. He needed it. He wanted it. We passionately explored each other and then began to fuck like rabbits. Fast, hard, deep. Squeezing and tugging, rubbing, scratching. Gentle, hard. Moaning in ecstasy we basked in the glory of the moment. I felt how hard and deep he was inside of me and all I could say was “oh my god Bradlee, don’t stop! Please don’t stop?” He bit my ear and whispered, “I never want to stop baby. I love being with you. Everything about you. You feel so amazing baby. I just want to taste you.” We continued as I moaned his name and we licked and kissed each other. It was hot and heavy, shocking and delicious. His hard dick was inside of me, back and forth. I got on him and rode him. I looked at him and saw his glazed over eyes looking back at me. All of me. We fucked in every position at least once. Me on top, him on top, doggy style, sideways, etc. we didn’t want to stop. We held each other and as I felt his body he looked into my eyes again and climaxed inside of me. We silently lay in bed for a minute catching our breath. I got up and dressed myself making sure that I was up first. I told him I had a gift for him and reached in my clutch and pulled out a $200 gift card for him to get a few massages at a high end spa. He was floored. After promising he’d be back for lunch the next day he kissed me goodnite for a few minutes and left. He didn’t come back. 1/13/12 Bradlee and I met at Dukes barefoot bar. Earlier he told me one of his fantasies. He would go to Duke’s and sit at the bar. After a few minutes I was to walk in and sit away from him and act as though I’d never met him. He’d buy me drinks and after a while I’d approach and introduce myself. We’d hook up and walk out together at the end of the night. So that’s what happened except I left when Dukes closed to go up to my hotel room at the Marriott. That week one of my doctors suggested I try smoking weed to help my condition and although I’d never smoked before Bradlee said he’d smoke with me so I felt more comfortable. I waited for about an hour and thirty minutes in my hotel room until he finally came. I was very nervous so he showed me how by taking the first few drags. I caught on and stepped outside to smoke. We both got high and got extremely intimate again. It was magic. Sex, drugs, rock and roll. Delicious. I had a cock to suck on and lay there and take it from. He had a body he couldn’t resist to touch and caress. He was desperate. He ravaged me like an animal and we basqued in the intimacy and lust. We fucked in the shower. We took a bath. He washed my back, I washed his. It was more than I’d ever expected. He wanted me. We both fell asleep after eating some snacks laughing and holding each other. I realized it was 4:30am and woke him up. He left and I went to sleep. He brought his 18month old sweet boy over the next morning but didn’t bring the breakfast he’d promised. We took advantage of each other on the chair,, couch, bed, hallway, bathroom. He held my face, looked in my eyes and told me I was ‘…the definition of beauty…’ and kissed me deeply. His son was tugging on my toes and we stopped as I laughed. It wasn’t right to let such an impressionable young child see his father doing this so I tried to only let Bradlee continue while his son was away playing on his own.

From then on things started to change between us.

Bradlee went home to his family. I wonder if he then slept with his wife and had sex with two women in the same day. How disgusting. I hope I was first.
To be continued…

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