My experience with a liar...
Part 3 continued - From Sex Crazed Swinger to Step Dad in seconds...
Sex Crazed Swinger Diaries page 3
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- Monday June 27, 2022 -
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I liked knowing he woke up with an orgasm, so I sent him a porn to wake up to and told him if he hadn't woken up with an orgasm, then I'd meet him in the "truck fuck" parking lot before he went to work and before my doctors appointment that morning.
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He called me to tell me he had already cum and was almost at work, but he said my voice in my message sounded better - sort of. It was raspy as hell and had been for a week. We had spent all of June sick after our weekend away in Arkansas, and I was heading to the doctor for the third or fourth or fifth time that month, I had lost track.
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When I got to the doctor and gave her a list of all my symptoms she stopped short --
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"Bloating and breast pain?" she asked. "I forget, are you on birth control or have an IUD?"
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"I have a tilted uterus so no IUD. Continuous birth control for 18 years." I said.
Then she asked for a list of all my meds over the past month. She told me that since I had spent the last month on antibiotics for strep and Paxlovid for Covid that the boob pain and bloating I was experiencing might actually be -- pregnancy -- because those meds can all make my birth control ineffective.
She looked at my chart, "I want to do another pap smear too since it's been six months since your last one." she said. "You were starting to show some cervical dysplasia so I want to check on it." she claimed.
With HPV-16/18 that could cause cervical cancer, it was better to check early and often. She ran off to grab a urine cup for the pregnancy test.
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My heart jumped into my stomach and my head spun. I laid back on the exam table and tried to do the NAVY Seal breathing my trainer had taught me years before.
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I shot off a text to Drew, but threw in a couple emojis to to make it seem less terrifying than it was in my head. He didn't want kids - I didn't want kids, so I'd assure him that even with Roe v Wade being recently overturned, there would be no babies in our future.
While I waited for my COVID and my pregnancy tests to come back I told him about a friend's lake house in the Ozarks that was available for the 4th of July. It was only four days away and he and his friends hadn't booked a place yet - or so he said. I found it hard to believe that many people were going but they hadn't booked a place to stay yet on such a busy holiday weekend. It seemed suspect.
They had decided on Nashville he said. My heart jumped into my stomach for the second time before 10am.
Paige lived in Nashville.
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I asked directly if she'd be going.
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He lied, then asked if I'd like him not to go away that weekend if she was going.
My head spun. I might be pregnant with this fuck's kid and he's asking me this right now?
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This is the moment where he could have decided to be honest - I think at that moment he knew that in order not to lose me he needed to be honest, but it was too hard for him. Even over text. So instead, he tried to make me feel a false sense of safety - and made a direct comparison between both of his ladies -- like a real douche.
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My pregnancy test came back inconclusive. She said it was likely too soon to tell for sure, but a blood test in the middle of July would be more accurate.
He went on to ask me what I was doing over the weekend since I was down with bronchitis now. It was likely he had it too, but again, nothing could stop him from a weekend of boating - not even the prospect of getting others sick - even his new partner. His boating weekend was more important.
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I told him I had the week off teaching since I was sick. They didn't want me coming in and spreading it. I had a ton of website work to do. And if I felt better I'd go see friends in Chicago and go up to Wisconsin to see a friend's band.
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He continued his convincing statements and promised to be honest with me even with it was hard.
Words were cheap to him - meaning lies were too. They cost him nothing at this point, and got him all the pussy he wanted.
Next, I sent him a message from Peter, asking if he could call us mom and dad. Drew was only 2 years older than Peter, so it might be a little weird to be called Dad or Daddy by a guy that's bigger than you and only two years your junior. But I hadn't told Peter that Drew was going to feel like the baby next to him.
Drew's dick insecurity raged.
I'm sure he wanted to see Peter's cock in pics before we met up with him just so he could compare before he got naked next to him. If he was huge, he'd likely veto this unicorn the way he vetoed Adam as another partner for me after admitting he was insecure about his looks next to Adam.
His mind spun wondering how big could a guy - who was tan, perfectly muscled, and had a flexible lifestyle like I had hoped for in a partner - possibly be?
