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Over the next two weeks Mark and I fucked four more times. We had free reign of the house while Courtney was at work and I strategically had sex in any place I felt was vindictive and would hurt Courtney if she found out.

He fucked me missionary on the couch right where she typically sat or laid her head. We did the same upstairs in the spare bedroom, before finishing doggy’s style. I told Mark I’d change the sheets before the next time June visited but I had absolutely no intention to follow through. We fucked twice In Courtney’s bed at my insistence. The first time I assumed all control, riding him forward and backwards for what seemed like an hour before making him cum. The second session in her bed was shorter but much more intense. It was hard, hair pulling sex in just about every position possible – one position rapidly transitioning to another before he finished inside me with his hand around my throat.

When Courtney or Derek were around we acted normal. We didn’t talk often before and we hadn’t changed that now. If I heard Courtney and Mark having sex I would wake Derek up and make him fuck me, making sure to moan loud enough that Mark would hear.

*****

The knock on the door was loud and I galloped downstairs to answer it. Derek had text messaged me saying he was coming over. Courtney and Mark were maltepe escort both at work so we would have the place to ourselves. I was excited at the prospects.

When I opened the door Derek stood there with tears in his eyes. My heart dropped.

“What’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly, not sure I wanted to hear the answer.

“Can we go upstairs and talk?” Derek asked.

We walked upstairs to my room and sat on the bed.

“I know you fucked Mark. I heard it at work. At work Kelly!”

I had been caught.

“That’s not true!” I lied.

“Don’t lie to me Kelly! I heard him taking to someone about it in the locker room. They didn’t know I was there. How could you do this?”

I started to cry myself. Derek was a great guy and I had hurt him…bad. He deserved better then this. He deserved better than me.

“How many times did you fuck him? Just once?”

I froze.

“Oh god,” he cried. “How many times?”

“Just five.”

“Five times?! Five?!”

I felt worse with each admission.

“Was it just him you cheated on me with?”

I froze again.

“I can’t do this,” he moaned as he bawled into his hands. “How many others?”

“Two others,” I admitted defeatedly.

“Why? I loved you.”

He left my place that day and I never saw him again. Not even in escort maltepe passing. It broke my heart to see him hurt so much but the truth was I didn’t love him. I never had and should have told him sooner.

Mark was about to feel my wrath.

*****

My self destruction had started. I drank every night while working. I tried my best not to go home. Most nights I stayed at Rick’s. He had come back down to West Palm for the Fall and Winter months. Unfortunately, his oldest daughter had moved to Fort Lauderdale and she visited him in West Palm from time to time. When she was around, I couldn’t be.

On those other nights I would crash at Jimmy’s or Kevin’s, depending which one was home that night. I stayed with Parker one night and went home with a customer another night simply because he had a hotel room and I didn’t want to go home. On the few nights I did go home I went upstairs and drank myself to sleep.

It was Saturday morning and I was unable to fall asleep after a long night of work. On nights I didn’t drink I found it hard to fall asleep. My mind raced with thoughts of anger and sadness; depression and inferiority. I walked downstairs and brewed some coffee. Courtney was still asleep in her room.

I poured myself a glass of water while waiting for my coffee to be ready. The door of Courtney’s maltepe escort bayan room opened and Mark walked out in his T-shirt and boxers once again. My eyes started to well up as he joined me in the kitchen.

“What’s wrong with you,” he asked as a tear began to roll down my cheek.

“Derek knows. You asshole. Derek knows.”

“How?”

“He heard you taking in the locker room. Who the fuck were you telling? Why would you tell anyone?!”

My voice was starting to rise, but I didn’t care.

“Who did you tell?”

“No one.”

“You liar!” I said as I hit him in the chest. “Who was it?”

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I threw my glass of water at him but missed and it shattered as it hit the ground. Courtney emerged from the bedroom.

“What the hell is going on out here?”

“Tell her,” I screamed, in a full cry at this point.

“Tell me what?” Courtney asked looking at Mark.

He didn’t speak.

“Go ahead,” I yelled. “Tell her you’ve been fucking me. Fucking me on her couch, on her bed! And tell her Derek knows and broke up with me because you’re a fucking man that needs to tell people every time he fucks someone like it’s a contest.”

“No,” Courtney whispered in denial.

I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room. I could no longer live here. I could no longer take this. The stress was too much. I started to pack my things and called Rick and asked him If I could come over for a few days. The yelling downstairs was still going on as I walked out the door with what little I could carry and drove off.

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