Same script, different cast

Peaches and halfpints

I wake up the next morning to his side of the bed empty.

I pick up my phone to see what the time is and notice a message from a number I don't know, I open it and it's a photo, it's pretty dark and takes me a moment to realise the hand holding down the woman's waist is Marshall's, his tattoo of Hailie taunting me and giving him away, his head between her thighs and I know the woman isn't me, there's no tattoo winding it’s way around her upper thigh, one of her hands clutching his short thick hair.

I can't stop looking at it and I know I should but I also know that whenever I talk to him from now on this is the image that I will see burnt into my mind.

There's a message attached to it “Should have guessed Marshall would be talented with his tongue, this is your man forgetting about you!, sweet dreams"

I want to kill this bitch.

He comes back into the bedroom, wearing just his boxers and I look him over, trying to find marks from her on his body but I can't find any

“See something you like girl!” he wiggles his hips at me and his dick moves in his boxers instantly turning me on

“Nah, I'm over it" and turn my back to him facing the window.

I don't know if I have the balls to go up against Hannah but I'm going to give it a good go I decide.

"Over it huh!” I feel the bed dip under his weight behind me, he growls in my ear

“fucking over it Annie, let me show you how you're not over it!” he manhandles my body round to face him.

The image of him and Hannah flashes through my mind as he leans over kissing me aggressively, I push it away to the back of my head and concentrate on how my body feels right now, his hand pushes my panties to one side and he fills my pussy with his fingers roughly pumping them in and out of me, his thumb rubbing my clit, I thrash about under him “fuck Marshall" 

He withdraws his fingers wiping them on the sheet beside me

“your body tells me, your not over this" he clutches his dick,  his eyes are dark and hooded, mine are probably wide and bright.

He pulls me up by my arms and positions me bent over the dressing table, his hands place mine over the back of it to hold on, fuck this is going to be hard.
He nudges my knees further apart with his own and enters me fully with one thrust, his right hand slaps my ass cheek hard and he grips my waist, digging his fingers into my soft flesh as he begins a punishing rhythm of pounding all the way in and out of me, it's a fine line between pleasure and pain and he hits that line constantly as he continues punishing me for daring to suggest I was over it.

I hold on for dear life, my voice becoming hoarse as I shout and moan with each thrust

“fucking bastard, I'm going to cum" I push back against him causing myself a little more pain but I'm getting off on it, I cum all over his dick as he slows down,  nearing his release too, I look at his face in the mirror, he's sweating with the effort he's using, his face is clenched and tight, eyes closed as he groans loudly.

He pulls his dick out of me roughly and wrapping my hair round his fist pulls my head up and shoves it in my mouth, cumming immediately “Fuck" he shouts out as I suck on the sensitive head of his dick.
He takes a minute for his breathing to steady, then lifting me,  takes me over to the bed and lays down beside me touching me softly all over my body.

“Annie, baby I fucking love you" he breathes out, the image of the two of them together flashes up briefly again

“Don't ever think about leaving me baby, I'd never survive losing you!”

He looks so sincere as he says it, I could almost fall for his bullshit!

When I'd met Marshall he was with someone else Alicia, according to him they had only been together a few months and it was pretty much over bar the shouting between them so I'd reluctantly agreed to go on a date with him. I thought what we had was different, he told me I was the first woman he'd loved since his ex wife, we'd stayed together for nearly three years and we'd bought a house together at his suggestion.

I'd always felt guilty about dating him before he'd actually finished it with Alicia but I wouldn't have sex with him until I knew for sure she was out of the picture. I was one hundred percent sure he'd been faithful to me up until the past month, now I knew for sure he was messing about with Hannah but I didn't know if he'd fallen for her or not, she hasn't alluded to it either.

Maybe this was karma coming for me.

His phone rang and he jumped up to answer it, he watches me carefully as he greeted whoever was calling,

smiling at me as he said harshly “No! Not today, I'm busy with my girl!” he hung up on his caller, placed his phone back down and strode off to our bathroom, when he closed the door I grabbed it quickly and looked at his contact list, his last caller was 'legs' he'd turned her down for me.

“Baby you wanna do something today?” he smiles as he towel dries his body, shaking the water from his hair all over me,  I pull up the covers and tell him to fuck off

“come on lazy bitch up,  showered,  dressed and we out of here" he slaps my ass again as he walks into his closet, 

I've got whiplash, one minute we're fucking the next minute he wants to take me out all while he’s fucking some other woman,  I need to talk to someone before my poor head explodes.

“Annie, hurry the fuck up!” he shouts out from the closet and so I get up and get ready and I'm downstairs ready while he's still getting his shoes on, I tut as he runs down the stairs

“keeping me waiting peach!” I say to him as his hands snake around my waist and pull me closer too him

“we back on that peach nickname baby?” I smirk as my hands move to his ass and squeeze his cheeks firmly

“they are looking extra peachy today baby,  I wanna take a bite they so juicy!”
he laughs at me as he ushers me out of the door to his car, he helps me in, the escalade is so fucking huge my short legs need a step ladder to get In the bloody thing, he kisses me sweetly as he buckles me in tightly. 

My senses pick up on a sweet perfume scent in the car that doesn't belong to me,  my heart beats wildly as I realise she's been in here,  probably had sex with him in here.
I feel claustrophobic all of a sudden and before he's in the other side I'm out of the truck and puking my guts up in the nearest bush. 

Fucking great.

“babe are you ok?” he stands beside me rubbing small circles on my back, 

I nod “I'm fine" I say and smile to make him feel better,  fucker if he kept his dick in his pants I wouldn't be here losing my breakfast, he looks worried

“you're not pregnant again are you?” I try not to lose my temper why the hell does every man think a woman who loses her lunch must be fucking pregnant

“No Marshall I think you know the chances of that are nearly impossible!”

my voice is snarky and so is his reply “well three years ago you told me you couldn't get pregnant at all and what happened two months ago Annie!” his chest rises and falls erratically as he struggles to contain his temper. 

I'd found out I was pregnant three months ago,  two months later Marshall arrived home after work to find me unconscious laying in a pool of blood,  my fallopian tube had ruptured from an ectopic pregnancy,  I think it's fair to say we scared the shit out of one another.

“I'm sorry baby" he hugs me calming down as he holds me,  I glance up as him “can we go on our day out now please?” I ask him softly he nods and puts me back in the car

“I love you Peach, so much" he reaches over taking my hand “I love you too halfpint!”

While he's concentrating on the road,  I pull out my phone and send my best friend Violet a message about meeting up tomorrow evening at her place for a catch up,  which basically means me crying over Marshall and Hannah all night. 

The message i receive back simply says “bring wine ho!”

Hey this story is based on a Whitney Houston song, Same script,  different cast. I heard it on the way to work and an idea grew.