"Me?" Shawn asked. He couldn't believe what she just said to a point that he widened in shock. How was he one of the main reasons why she became so done? Was he such a scumbag that she ended up like this?"Yes," Ericka replied, shortly. The way she said it seemed like she was indifferent to him and at the same time filled with sadness."But why me?" Shawn asked. He just couldn't believe that something like that had ever happened. If only he knew what she meant at that time then maybe he could have done something for her."What makes it impossible?" Ericka replied. A bitter smile loomed through her lips."No, I just can't believe it," Shawn said. "What did I ever do to make you go through all of those? I feel so bad that I've done something so wrong to you," Shawn sincerely said. All of those words that came out of his mouth are the truth. He still can't move on from the fact that instead of helping and treasuring the woman he has ever loved, he has caused her pain.Meanwhile, Ericka

Shawn noticed that Ericka's face was turning bright red. He knew that just because of the drinks they have earlier, his wife is already drunk enough not to be able to hold herself together.  He was watching her the whole time when she suddenly stood up and before she could even fall down, he was able to catch her in his arms and lift her up in a bridal position.  "You drunk so much, my wife," he whispered near her ear but she was too drunk to hear him. Just as the woman was almost passed out on his arms, he kissed her on his forehead. He couldn't help but find it cute that he have realized something about his wife.  They've known each other for years but this are the little moments he have realized that he knows too little about her.  They might have been childhood sweethearts, friends or business partners but those are something that he can only know as that

When Shawn knew that his wife reached her first orgasm, he stood up from where he was sitting and then started getting undressed. He removed the buttons of his shirt before he casually threw it on the sideline.  At the corner of his eyes, he can see the drunk woman with a smile flashing through her lips.  It looked like she was sober enough to realize what was happening.  Slowly, he crawled back towards her direction, topping her from below. Afterwards, he started kissing her; their tongues intertwining, tasting each other's saliva while his shaft rubbed against her cut.  In each and every gesture they were making, he couldn't help but feel pleasure coming from within. A few more seconds and he started realizing that Ericka's entrance was starting to get wet.  He could feel himself going into heat, like an animal who is about to ravish this prey in front

It hasn't been a few minutes yet Shawn stood up from where he was lying down. He went straight to the washroom without a word and so she was left in the room alone. Just as she was starting to think to herself about what the man might think about her, she heard water running from the faucet in the washroom. She closed her eyes a little, knowing the bathroom door opened and before she knew it, the man just carried her in his arms as he lifted her up easily.She had no idea why the man did it but the only time she opened her eyes was when she felt cold water touch her skin. Just as she saw the floor tiles of the bathroom, her eyes then landed at where she was laying. Inside the tub where water continues to flow from the faucet, she saw how gently Shawn helped her submerged her body in the warm water before she gradually noticed the half naked body of this man kneeling beside her. His stomach was exposed as he helped her rub her skin with soap. It looked like the man wanted her to rel

  Once they entered Rica's room, Shawn immediately saw a child sleeping peacefully in her bed. It looked like she was just about six to seven years old.  At the back of his head, he couldn't help but pity the child due to her circumstance.  Despite the fact that the child is not even Ericka's, she loves her dearly as though she was her own child.  Once the person taking care of the child noticed the two of them entering the room, Ericka immediately greeted the woman. "Good afternoon, Nimfa," Ericka said. It seemed that she was in the washroom when they entered the room and the look on her face was surprising. "Good afternoon, Ms. Ericka," the woman also replied. She had her eyes landing at the two of them but most especially to the strange man standing close to Rica.  "His name is Shawn, my husband," she introduce