[M4F] Six Prompts Long Term 22

1.) The Affair: Life had been good to me. Truly. A self-started business, nothing spectacular, but one that was stable and brought food on the table, enough for a home, summer vacation to an all-inclusive hotel. Regular BBQs on Saturday nights. My wife, Allison, a regular nurse at the local hospital, now my wife for more than 18 years. No kids…true freedom. I should be satisfied.

Happy. It’s enough, isn’t it? No. Once I hit that midlife crisis, it’s like a little devil on my shoulder, whispering all the wrong things to myself. That might be one reason as to why I ended up cumming balls deep inside an 18-year-old girl. One I definitely shouldn’t be with, and one nobody can ever know about, made even worse that she could be carrying my child now too.

It’s not that I don’t love my wife. But life does bring a monotony with it. The sex was loving, really, but I'm only a man after all. How long can I keep this up? How long will my consciousness let me rest at night? Eventually, and you know that oh so well, I’ll have to make a decision. One way or another.

2.) Politics: James Henry Grier, was a progressive Democrat from a red state. I had all the qualifications for the role of president, good looking, self made, military career. I was hungry and after winning a senate seat in a deeply red state it looked like I was on the fast track upward. My career in the senate was also backed by several important wins including the passing of major educational, and veteran affair reforms. I had also become quite close with the current President of the United States who had appeared to be grooming me for the role. My wife and I have been rather distant as now that I'm a prominent politician, she stays home in Arizona to run my construction contracting business. We had been growing apart for some time but just stayed married for the assets and name. We had tried a couple times for children all of which ended in miscarriages, and there were talks of adopting but my political career took off, and that would be placed on the backburner. Your character could be an intern, or the daughter of one of my backers I would imagine my character get's rather taken with yours and as we start a romantic campaign affair, that child I've always wanted...well I get my wish.

3:) The Road Trip

You were stranded at a gas station somewhere outside St Louis, staring at your phone like it might grow legs and walk you home. Your ride—your charming, toxic ex—had taken off after a blowout fight and left you with nothing but your bag and the scent of cheap cologne fading in the dust.

I was filling up my truck, halfway through a solo haul across the country—delivering furniture to my brother after a death in the family. I wasn’t looking for company. Definitely not for trouble.

But you looked up, caught my eye, and gave a half-smile that didn’t match the storm in your face.

“You headed west?” you asked.

I was. You asked for a ride. I said yes.

We didn’t talk much at first. Just the sound of tires on pavement and the hum of late-night radio. But tension built with every mile. The kind you pretend to ignore, but feel every time your knees accidentally touch.

4: Daughter's best friend: You and my daughter have been best friends all throughout school, and you two were inseparable. Having both made the dance team you girls were constantly hard at work for each performance and this weekends was taking place up at ski resort for a holiday performance. The performance went along perfectly, but my daughter had to leave early due to a pre-arrange meeting with her boyfriend. I was to take you home but was wrapping up some work so we got started on the roads a bit later than expected, but unfortunately get stuck in a snow storm and have to turn around. I was able to get us back in at the hotel but only in a suite one bedroom but came with complementary bar and drink tickets due to the snowstorm and you and I would end up having a wild and passionate night resulting in some extremely risky sex.

5:)It had been a long year for the Westbridge University golf team. Through hard work and determination, your roster broke record after record—not only in your school’s history, but during national tournaments as well.

These victories didn’t come without sacrifice. Every athlete on the team dedicated countless hours on the course, giving up personal time and committing fully to the sport. Still, no one was more motivated or more dedicated than you.

You had been playing competitive golf since you could and had finally earned a Division I scholarship to one of the most prestigious athletic colleges in the country. Your personal goal was to take advantage of every opportunity that came your way. One of the first was building a strong relationship with your coach.

Coach was an incredibly sharp, experienced man—middle-aged and highly respected in the golf community. Known for being tough and for producing some of the most mentally disciplined golfers in the sport, he had a reputation that commanded attention. You made it a point early on to get to know him and to show me exactly why you deserved to be on the team.

Soon, the relationship turned away from professional and became much more.... personal. You found yourself craving my attention and you were able to notice several lasting looks from me during our time out on the green. I would even have private training with you, my hands on my body saying that I was 'adjusting your position'. You’ve tried to fight the feelings and even questioned if they were real at all... eventually the only question was which one of us was going to make the first move, and I would end up showing you my very special 7' iron on the field.

This story will have elements of cheating, affairs, and possible unintended pregnancy ruining an aspiring early golfer's Career.

6:After The Funeral:

It rained the day we buried her. Not the soft, sentimental kind—they were thick, angry drops that soaked my suit and blurred the words of the priest. It felt fitting.

Now I’m home, still in that same wet suit, sitting on the edge of the bed we shared for five years. Everything smells like her. The faintest trace of lavender from her pillow. The drawer left slightly open where she kept her hair ties and loose change. I don’t move. I’m afraid if I do, it’ll all vanish.

The doorbell rings once. Then again. I don’t want to answer it, but I do. Habit, maybe.

It’s your character.

Her half-sister. Same eyes, different everything else. “I didn’t know where else to go,” you say.

“Come in,” I whisper.

We sit at the kitchen table without speaking. Eventually, you reach across and takes my hand. I don’t pull away. your fingers are cold. Mine are numb.

“You don’t have to be okay,” you say.

“I’m not,” I manage.

Neither of us moves. Not for a long time.

This role has two people stricken with grief but find themselves committing a huge sin the moment their guard is down.